Page 32 of Walk Thru The Fire

“Ughn.”

“Shit,” we moaned in unison.

I placed my hand in the center of her back and slow stroked her. I wanted to savor this moment, but it was clear Kasha had other plans.

“Jackson,” she breathed.

“Wassup, baby?”

“Fuck me…please.” I never wanted my girl to beg me for shit but hearing her beg for the dick sent me over the edge, so I had no choice but to give her what she wanted.

Without a verbal response, I kicked her legs wider, griped her hair and tried my best to make my dick appear in her thoughts.

“Oh, shit!” she yelped.

“Mhm,” I groaned. “Throw this fat muthafucka back.” I slapped her ass cheek. “You asked for it, now get it.” I had a meeting to get to but right now I didn’t a fuck about nothing but watching my girl’s ass slap against my thighs and the nut shewas gone pull from me. By the time we finished, showered, and fucked again, Buck was calling my phone, cursing me out.

“The fuck you at, nigga?” he barked into the phone.

“Bring that shit down. I’m on the way now.” I mounted my bike and slipped my helmet on. When the call transferred to my helmet, he was still fussing.

“Get yo’ ass out the pussy and hurry up nigga. Nobody got all day to wait on you.” He didn’t even give me a chance to respond before he hung up. Laughing at his stupid ass, I put my bike in gear and headed toward D.E.. I knew I was gone hear this nigga’s mouth but the shit my girl did to me before I left had me not giving less of a fuck than I already did.

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“Look who finally decided to show the fuck up,” Buck instigated once I strolled into our pops’ office.

“Fuck out my business, Lincoln. Nobody says shit when you always late,” I countered.

“I got a family too, nigga,” he snarled.

“And I don’t?” I cocked my head to the side.

I took a seat beside him in front of Pop’s desk and, as soon as I got close, he shoved me. “Fuck off me.” I frowned.

“Stop all that damn whining. Kasha must be holding out on yo’ ass.”

“Why the fuck you think I’m late?” I smirked at his simple ass.

“I’on wanna hear that shit, nigga.” He frowned.

“Y’all done?” Pops asked.

“That’s that nigga.” I pointed my thumb in Buck’s direction, only for him to smack it down.

“If y’all done playing, we can get down to why we’re here,” Pops started. “It looks like you were right about Maseo’s son.Their money has been short, and this payment didn’t even come,” Pops stated.

“I knew that muthafucka was gone be on some good bullshit,” Buck spewed.

“You did. That’s why I had him and his uncles picked up. They’re at the warehouse waiting for you to arrive.” Before Pops could finish, Buck sprang from his seat like that muthafucka was on fire.

“Damn, nigga. You gone let Pops finish?” I laughed.

“He said all I needed to hear. You going or not?” He was halfway out the door before he even finished his sentence. After telling my pops I’d get up with him later, I followed this irrational ass nigga outside.

“You riding wit’ me?” he asked.

“Nah. I’ll meet you there.” He declined to respond and wasted no time getting in his car and leaving.

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