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Materialistic Things Don’t Bring Happiness. I think that that was the title I wanted to go for with my new book. Crazy, because it took me damn near twenty-five years to figure that shit out. I feel like the type of behavior I had been showing for the past decade or so wasn’t shit that was taught to me, but it was shit that I learned. Back when I was in high school, I used to read a lot of Urban Fiction books and I craved the lifestyle that those women lived. In fact, I think I sort of envied them in a sense. When you think about it, in order for them to snag them up a boss ass nigga, all they had to have was some good pussy, a fat ass, and a pretty face. Clearly, I had all of the above, but the shit just wasn’t working out for me.
When I turned eighteen and graduated from high school, is when my life did this whole downward spiral. I mean, I was fuckin’ niggas just so I could cop a new purse or some shoes.
I grew up in a household with both parents and the shit that they wanted out of life for me, I just wasn’t feeling that shit. They wanted me to go to school so that I could become a doctor or some shit, but that just wasn’t for me. I wanted a life where all I had to do was sit on my ass and have a man to take care of me. My brother, Chris, and I were nothing alike because his ass actually liked school. When he graduated, he went to the army, and when I graduated, I went out and decided to be hot in the ass.
I had done some things in life that I’m not proud of, and that’s the reason I wanted to write this damn book. I wanted it to be an inspiration to all the young girls out there who believed that life was all about material things because I swear that shit didn’t bring happiness. In fact, it brought the possibility of standing in a room and realizing that everything you owned was bought because of you fucking or sucking another nigga to get it.
It took Quan standing in the club and talking to me like I wasn’t shit for me to open my eyes and take life seriously. I knew that if he thought of me the way he did, then damn near every nigga in Miami that I slept with probably thought of me the same way. I wanted better for myself, and I also wanted to get in touch with my parents again. It’s like as soon as I decided to leave the nest, all of the fucked up decisions that I began to make started happening. I wasn’t even afraid to go back down to Miami because I knew that if Quan wanted to kill me, he would have done it that night or had someone do it for him.
As far as Davion, this is the first time in my life that I have ever cared about a man because of the person that he was. I didn’t care about what he could give me or none of that shit. I was interested in him. He had proven to me that he cared about me too because I have yet to hear him judge me, even if he were secretly calling me a hoe in his head.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Come in” I said, placing the laptop on the side of the bed. I knew it was Davion coming in to check up on me.
“What’s up? You working tonight?” he asked as he came into the room and closed the door behind him.
This man was so fuckin’ fine, and I found it extremely hard every time I got around him to control myself. It’s like the inner hoe in me just wouldn’t relax.
“You want me to?” I asked him, sitting up in the bed.
“You don’t have to stay long. I’m going there to review some paperwork and it shouldn’t take longer than two hours. You can work those two hours, and afterwards we can go to dinner,” he said, walking over to me and taking a spot on the bed.
I crawled over and sat right next to him.
“You know the other bartenders don’t like me there, right? They say that I get all of the special attention from you,” I told him and he smirked.
“Don’t feed into that bullshit that you hear them talking about at the damn club. Matter of fact, tonight is your last night there. I want you home, focusing on getting this book done. I gave you the job because I didn’t want to see you here every day sitting on your ass and not doing shit,” he said.
I stood up from my spot on the bed and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted him to kiss me again like he had done last night.
“But is what they’re saying true? Are you giving me special attention?” I asked him, leaning my head in closely.
“What you think? Do you feel like you’re getting special treatment?”
It was something about the way he said it and the way his dick jumped from up under me.
“I don’t know, Davion. I mean, you’re doing everything right and you make me feel more than welcome in your home, but I want to feel you now,” I told him, reaching down and grabbing his dick.
He knew exactly what I wanted, so he pushed me off of him and stood up. “Take all of that shit off. Now!” he said.
I quickly removed the shorts and my tank top, along with my undergarments. I loved a nigga who knew how to take control in the bedroom. Once I was completely in my birthday suit, he stood there staring at my body in admiration. I lay down on my back and spread my legs wide open for him, silently thanking myself in my head for shaving earlier this morning.
“Play with yourself. I want to watch,” he said.
I raised up my fingers, spit on them and slowly reached my hands down and slid it across my bare pussy. I then slid two fingers inside of me and I instantly moaned. I had been going through so much shit these past few weeks that I hadn’t had a good nut in a long ass time. I continued to pleasure myself and he looked at me, giving me the most intense glare. Because I was so horny, I was able to ignore his facial expression, and continued to work my fingers in a
fast motion, eager to make myself cum.
“Put another finger in there,” he said, walking over to the bed and getting down on his knees.
I did like I was told and slid another finger in and threw my head back in pure ecstasy as I started cumming all on my fingers. All of a sudden, I felt his warm breath tickling my clit, and when I looked down, he was eating the fuck out of my pussy. I mean the shit was straight nasty. His beard was all in it, and he was making sure to lap up all of my juices. I don’t think another man has ever made my body feel so good.
“Mmmmmm…. That feeelllss so good… please don’t stop,” I cried out as I placed my hands on either side of his head and grinded my pussy into his mouth.
He held his tongue out and allowed me to ride it. I loved this because I was able to control my orgasm, but damn, my clit connecting with his tongue like that had me cumming again.
“Shittttt… I’m cumin againnnn,” I screamed as my body shook like I was being electrocuted or some shit.
