Ruthless and Rotten by Ms. Michel Moore

Author:Ms. Michel Moore [Moore, Ms. Michel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

PARIS

“Why every day it gotta be the same old fake shit from you, O.T.?” Paris was in the bathroom, yelling at O.T. as he took his morning shower. “You just got in this motherfucker at four-thirty in the morning, now you back out the door again! Nigga, I ain’t slow or crazy. Ain’t shit open that late at night, but the jailhouse and a stankin’ bitch’s pussy.”

O.T. continued to let the hot water pound his body as he zoned Paris completely out of his mind. His hands rubbed the soap on his chest and let his imagination drift to thoughts of fucking the shit out of London. He had his fingers up inside of her tight, moist pussy and had sucked on her titties, but had never actually given her the dick. His thick, long manhood throbbed from his hands letting the lather work its way up and down as he stroked it hard. At that second O.T. would have spit in his dead great-grandmother’s face if he could have had London bent over with his dick knee-deep up in her. He loved Paris as much as a man could love a woman, but her constant nagging was starting to turn him off. His motto was that there was nothing better than brand-new pussy. And London was his new target.

“Do you hear me talking to your half-nickel slick dumb ass?” Paris yanked back the shower curtain and rolled her eyes, immediately catching a serious attitude. “I’m trying to talk to you and you in here beating your motherfucking meat! You ain’t shit!”

“Why don’t you get out of my ear with all that ying-yang-ing and put your mouth to better use?” O.T.’s shit was about ready to explode, with or without Paris’s help with it. “Now come on, girl. Come catch some of this cream!”

“Nigga, please. Why don’t you get that bitch you was with last night to suck your little dick? That broken-ass cell phone of yours called me back after you hung up and I heard them bitches giggling and shit.”

“Damn, Paris, stop tripping and come get on your knees!” O.T. let what his woman said come in one ear and fly out the other. “You know ain’t shit little about this motherfucking monster I got in my hands! So why don’t you come see Daddy?”

Paris was pissed off even more by O.T. ignoring the information she’d just confronted him with. “Didn’t you hear what I said, with your trick-ass? I heard that slut talking about the ringer on her phone being ‘Gold Digger’!” Paris pulled her robe tight and folded her arms. “What kind of real woman would have that bullshit on their phone? Don’t fuck around and give me AIDS or something! You’re a poor excuse for a man!”

O.T. had enough of her accusations and insults. This time he was innocent and didn’t feel like all that drama she was bringing his way. O.T. was past running late for an appointment and still had to swing by a couple of his dope spots before he headed for his meeting.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.