SANTA BABY, BRING ME A THUG FOR CHRISTMAS by NA'COLE

Author:NA'COLE . [., NA'COLE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RACQUEL WILLIAMS PRESENTS LLC
Published: 2021-12-22T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Charisma Mackie

The soft knocks on my front door made me sit up from the couch. I sat there for at least a minute, praying that whoever it was would leave. I knew it was Don because Miasha had left about fifteen minutes ago, plus she called me, and we talked while she was en route to her house. That was until Charles called her, and she got off the phone with me.

Blowing out an air, I felt a little jittery. Why was this man knocking at my door so late? What did he want? Was he here to beat me up after I talked about him earlier? Or was he a rapist and here to take some pussy? I didn’t know, but soon enough, a harder knock at my door sounded, and I stood. I knocked the imaginary wrinkles from my pajamas and almost ran to the door.

“One minute!” I yelled. I opened the door, and Don stood there holding, no, hugging, a white container. This shit was so lame. No, this nigga was not knocking at my door at nine at night to borrow some flour or sugar. Instantly, my heart did cartwheels, and my pussy did some shit it hadn’t done in years. It watered like an ocean without him even touching me, creating electric waves within my walls that almost brought me to an orgasmic peak. With a wife beater on, Don was sleeveless which showcased the tattoos on his arms, shoulders, upper chest, and collarbone. He was definitely a walking stereotype that I didn’t mind looking at.

“Hey.”

“What’s up, lil’ lady? I was wondering if you had some sugar to spare. The kids wanna make some Kool-Aid.” I wanted to laugh in his face, but his way of getting into my home was cute.

I invited him in, discreetly following him with my eyes as he stepped all the way into my apartment. His physique was nice. His beater was fitted, so his pectorals made the shirt look as if it was melting onto his body. His shorts were tied just enough so they wouldn’t fall down. Still, they were loosely fitted, and his tight ass and dick print was very noticeable.

I was a little tipsy from my sister and me time, so my eyes were low, my guards were up, and my senses were even higher. Through intoxicated eyes, I led him to the kitchen, feeling his eyes on my ass the whole way there. I began to climb onto the countertop, the same way I did every time I put my seasonings and things away, but because I had a few glasses of wine, my intoxication stopped me before I could even bring my knee to the countertop.

I felt Don behind me, and afterwards, I heard his voice telling me he would get the sugar for me. I stepped down and moved to the side, watching as he opened the cabinet and reached inside.

“Okay, Don,” I whispered, his arms and chest flexing as he moved his arms downward, placing the sugar on the countertop.

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