Chapter Twenty-Five #4
“Then you gotta know there’s no turning back. You’re mine. I don’t do that back-and-forth shit and I don’t share. This will be my pussy and I’m going to beat this shit up so bad you’re gonna wanna live in my skin.”
“Your dick comes with a warning label?” Tyler gnawed on her bottom lip.
“Nah... this a promise label.” Logic’s hand bypassed her waistline. “I’m going to turn you the fuck out, baby girl.”
“Okayyy,” Tyler moaned, rolling her hips on his fingers. “I want it.” She kissed his lips. “I want you.”
“Good.” He removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth. “Hm, sweet as fuck. Take all this shit off.”
“Wait, I wanna shower first.”
“Fuck outta here. That pussy sweet and it’s been marinating. I need all that. Fold for me, baby girl.” Logic dropped his jogging pants.
Doing as she was told, Tyler removed her clothes until she was ass naked.
“Mm.” Logic licked his lips, admiring her curves. “You so fucking sexy.”
Taking off his shirt, Logic dropped it to the floor and reached out to pick Tyler up.
“Don’t drop me,” she squealed.
“Stop playing.” Logic lifted her into his arms. “I’m a big dog, baby.” He kissed her lips.
Pinning her body against the cool wall, Logic used one hand to grip his dick and slide it up and down her slippery middle. Precum oozed from his tip as he slapped his dick against her flesh.
“Put it in,” she begged, anticipating the feel of him rearranging her insides.
“You put it in,” Logic growled, sucking her lips.
Without hesitation, Tyler grabbed his dick and placed it at her opening. Wiggling in his arms, she closed her eyes as his fat dick penetrated her.
“Oh god,” Tyler moaned. It was perfect. His dick was thick, long, and full of veins.
“Warm ass pussy,” Logic groaned, sliding the tip of his dick in and out of her.
“More,” Tyler moaned. “Give me more,” she whined, bucking her hips into him.
Doing as he was told, Logic lowered her body on his dick until he was fully submerged inside of her. Leaning down, his lips connected with her pierced nipples. He sucked them, tugged on them, and lightly bit them.
“Uh huh,” Tyler coached as his dick thrust in and out of her.
“You still want more?” Logic taunted, inching deeper inside of her. Skillfully, he removed her legs from around his waist and pressed her knees into her chest.
“Wait,” Tyler moaned, feeling his dick creep into spaces it couldn’t fit. “L-Logic, let me down.”
“Nah, big baby. You wanted more, right?” He slowly stroked her, kissing the back of her calves. “Let me give you more.”
And he did. With her back pressed against the wall and her ass suspended in the air, Logic fucked Tyler slowly until her body started making sounds against her will.
Her warm juices streamed down his legs as the sound of her pussy farting and their skin slapping together bounced off the empty walls.
“What’s my name?” Logic taunted her, on the brink of losing his shit.
“L-Logic,” she stuttered, feeling a fullness in her bladder that wasn’t there before. Her clitoris throbbed, and the more he stroked her, the more the tingling in her toes intensified.
“Nah,” Logic bit the back of her leg, gaining a moan. “The other one.”
“Ahhh,” Tyler cried, refusing to allow his old ass name to slip from her lips.
“Say it.” Logic stroked her harder. Longer. Deeper.
“Shit, shit, shit...Lionel,” she screamed. “OH MY GOD LIONEL,” Tyler exploded, releasing all her backed up frustrations onto his dick, his stomach, and his leg.
“Good girlll,” he whispered, talking her through the orgasm that shook her core and robbed her of any common sense she was born with. “I thought this pussy couldn’t cum,” Logic teased, slowly stroking her over-sensitive middle. “I thought you had orgasmphobia.”
“Loooo,” Tyler whined through closed eyes.
If she thought she was high before they started fucking, she was definitely high now.
Every sense in her body was heightened, her nipples were extremely sensitive, and her pussy was throbbing.
Not only did Logic back up all the shit he talked, but he made her squirt and talked her through the best nut of her life.
He didn’t have to worry about her running anymore.
She was addicted. Hell, even with his dick still inside of her, she wanted to be closer.
“You gone let me love you?” Logic asked, parting her legs so he could see her tear-stained face. “Aww, why you crying, baby girl?” He kissed her lips. “This dick brings tears to your eyes?”
“Shut up,” Tyler groaned. “Put me down.”
“Nah.” Logic made his dick jump inside of her. “I asked you a question. Are you mine?” he asked, nastily kissing her.
“Uh huh,” she moaned in his mouth. Tyler didn’t know what kind of question that was. The way his dick torched her insides, and his words broke down her walls, there was no way she was going back.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Tyler cooed as he started stroking her again. “I’m yours, Lionel.”
“Say that shit again,” Logic grunted on the verge of losing his cool.
“I’m yours,” she cried out as his nut filled her pussy to the brim.
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On the other side of town, Sage was in rare form.
Thanks to the weed and liquor he consumed, the teen was having an out-of-body experience, and he loved it.
Standing in the middle of the floor, Sage tried to brace himself as the girl twerked on him.
For extra support, Joey and Trent stood behind him, holding him up as he loosely swung his arms from side to side.
“Mmm, she talkin’ to me like she like me or somethin.’ Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin’ or somethin’,” Bossman Dlow rapped as the girl in front of Sage moved her booty like Jello.
Joey had no idea Sage could be this lit, but he was with the shits.
The second they walked into the party, girls were all over them, and Sage was eating it up.
He was collecting numbers like vintage stamps as girls made him promise to save them a dance.
Joey and Trent had even got a few bites, and they had the bottles of 1942 to thank for that.
The trio had girls doing body shots and driving the boat.
When the song ended, the girl who had been dancing with Sage stood up and pulled her skirt down over her exposed ass.
Wiping her lips, she turned around to face Sage, who had beads of sweat lining his forehead.
Throwing her arms around his neck, the girl leaned in, tickling his earlobe with her tongue.
“I need to go freshen up. You still gone be here when I get back?” she whispered in his ear.
“Yea.” He grinned as she licked his ear.
“Ok, and don’t let none of these other hoes dance on you tonight… we go together.”
“Real bad,” Sage promised as she pulled away.
With her friends in tow, the girl blew him a kiss and walked away, leaving Sage mesmerized. With hearts in his eyes, he turned to face his boys.
“Nigga what?!” Joey clapped his hands. “I can’t believe what just happened. Do you know who that was?
“Nah, who?” Sage slurred.
“Prissy. She goes to Cody, that’s Snow girl.”
“What the fuck is a Snow?”
“Not a what…who,” Joey corrected him. Unlike Sage, Joey was in the streets, and everybody knew who Snow was.
Snow was a twenty-two-year-old bum who still hung with all the high school boys.
He sold them weed, he smoked with them, and he allowed them to use his apartment to entertain girls.
Snow was one of them niggas who couldn’t let the past go.
Sure, in high school he was that nigga. He was popular, he stayed fresh, and he had the prettiest girls, but after graduation he was just another nigga that didn’t make plans for the future.
Snow loved to brag about who he used to be.
He’d still pull up on the block in his letterman jacket, and at high school football games he took over the front row like it was VIP.
“Do she know she's Snow girl?” Trent inquired. “Shorty was trying to get fucked on.”
“You hear me,” Sage chuckled.
“I guess they broke up or something, but I swear she was just with that nigga.”
“And that’s on him, and if he got a problem, that nigga need to check her.”
“Yea, uh, he about to check you,” Joey mumbled under his breath as he watched Snow stalk across the living room wearing a mean mug.
Sage turned around expecting to see a teenager, but his eyes fell on a grown man. A man too grown to be checking him about a 10th grader. With fire in his eyes, Snow approached the trio and stood in front of Sage with his arms folded across his chest.
“Aye, lil nigga, I’mma need yall to leave,” Snow growled.
“This yo house?” Sage replied, surprising Joey. Sage was never the type to pop off, but tonight he was on one.
“That don’t matter, yall gotta go.”
“Aht aht Snow, this my house and they don’t have to leave.” A girl named Chyna broke through the growing crowd. “They cool and the only ones that brought bottles.”
“Fuck outta here,” Snow snorted. “I always bring bottles and yall only on this nigga jock because of who his brother is.”
“Or they on my jock because I got motion,” Sage popped back, pulling on the gold chain around his neck.
“Pop yo shit,” Trent instigated.
“Nigga, you couldn’t even leave off the stoop without permission, ole I gotta ask to come out and play ass nigga.”
“You saying that to say what?” Sage frowned.
“You’re a fucking nerd, that’s what I’m saying.”
“It’s a bunch of high schoolers here, why the hell is yo overgrown ass in a party full of kids anyway?. If I’m a nerd, what does that make you?”
“The fuck you just say?”
“Let’s just go, Snow,” Prissy sighed, appearing at his side.
She should’ve known he was going to follow her to the party because he followed her everywhere.
At first she liked the attention from the older guy, but now it was annoying.
Snow stayed up her ass so much he could tell what she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“This yo uncle or something?” Sage asked, making bystanders cackle. He knew damn well that wasn’t her uncle.
“What? No!” Prissy rolled her eyes. “He’s my ex.”
“Let me find out this nigga groomed you.”
“What the fuck he just say?” Snow roared, standing behind Prissy like she was holding him back.
“Nigga, I said you’re a pedophile. What, her mama let you slide through because you give her a couple of dollars to turn her head?
” Sage taunted, making the crowd laugh. “You one of them grown niggas that can’t pull a grown bitch, so you hang out at high schools trying to impress teenagers with your monopoly money, huh? ”
Whap!
Snow punched Sage in the mouth.
“Shut yo lil nerdy ass up!”
The punch dazed Sage, but the liquor in his system had him swinging. Logic didn’t raise a bitch and he was taught to never start a fight and run from it.
Whap whap!
His fist connected with Snow’s face, turning his face from side to side.
That’s all it took for a big fight to break out.
People were running, bottles were being thrown, and as if that wasn’t enough, shots rang out, sending everyone running out the front door.
Intoxicated teens were being pushed to the ground and trampled over while Chyna cried about how they were fucking up her mama's house.
The couches were being stepped on, tables were flipped, and the good vases were used as weapons.
“Mannnn,” Joey dragged, fixing his stretched-out shirt when they made it outside. “You not smoking or drinking no more,” he laughed. “Sage out here starting fights and shit.”
“Big Sage, not the little one,” Trent boasted as they headed back to their car.
“You hear me!” Sage grinned, wiping the blood from his lips. Snow knocked the shit out of him, but Sage stood his ground, and that had his chest sticking out a little further than normal.
“Let’s go get some food and call some of them numbers,” Joey suggested as if they hadn’t just escaped from a situation that could’ve turned out a lot worse than it did.
“I’m with whatever.” Sage shrugged. “Do we have some more weed?” he asked.
Before Trent could answer him, the sound of tires burning rubber on pavement caused their heads to turn.
From the curb, they watched a car create a thick cloud of smoke before speeding down the street.
In horror, Sage watched the car recklessly mow down teens who were running for safety before slowing down in front of him.
Trent hollered for them to take cover, but Sage was stuck and he couldn’t figure out why.
He heard shots ring out, he saw bodies drop to the ground, but he still couldn’t move.
His stomach felt like it was on fire, his leg was throbbing, and he felt like he was out of breath.
“Oh shit!” Trent bellowed, running to Sage's side as his body hit the ground.
“My stomach hurt,” he forced out, choking on his own blood as his mind tried to process what was happening.
“Put pressure on it,” someone yelled in the background.
“Fuck!” Joey scratched the top of his head as sirens and bright lights closed in on them. “Aye, Trent, we gotta go.”
“What?” Trent glared at him as he tried to pick Sage up from the ground. “Then help me get him in the car. We can’t just leave him.”
“Nigga, this is a stolen car and I’m not about to go to jail. The police are close, and you know paramedics right behind them. He’ll be alright, come the fuck on.”
“Man, this fucked up.” Trent shook his head, torn between leaving and getting caught.
He’d already been to juvie three times, and the judge promised him the next time would be his last time.
If he stayed there with Sage his freedom was on the line, and Trent wasn’t going back to juvie.
“Sage, the police right behind us; they’ll be here in a minute,” he promised, stepping away from the bleeding teen.
Sage couldn’t reply if he wanted to. His eyes were heavy and his body felt light.
He couldn’t see Joey pull off, but he heard people commenting on how fucked up it was that he was leaving his friend to die.
With a heavy heart, Sage thought about his sisters, tears seeped from his eyes at the thought of disappointing his brother, and as his breathing slowed down, his last thoughts were of Pepper.
He wondered whether she would have any regrets now that she’d never get to see him again.