Trophy Wife by Ashley & Jaquavis

Author:Ashley & Jaquavis [Ashley & JaQuavis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, African American, General, Urban
ISBN: 9781622862832
Google: dzbIAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1601622767
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2010-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

“Oooh! Right there, Fatboy,” the young girl said as Fatboy’s face was buried into her crotch. Her legs were straight up in the air as Fatboy alternated between licking her clitoris and asshole. Fatboy was a certified freak and nothing was off-limits for him. He went the majority of his life being laughed at and teased for his weight and never got any play from the ladies, so when he began to make a little bit of money, he used it to his full advantage. His newfound street fame attained him instant popularity with the ladies, and he had a reputation for tricking off his money, causing all the local hood rats and sack-chasers to check for him. Fatboy’s motto was “It ain’t trickin’ if you got it,” and he definitely did have it. Fatboy was moving heavy weight within the city and was the only successful drug dealer in the area, besides Hova’s disciples.

“Come here, ma.” Fatboy flipped over onto his back totally naked and held his dick firmly as he began to stroke it. The young girl began to straddle Fatboy and he guided her love box directly onto his lips. Fatboy used his tornado tongue and went to work. She rode his tongue as if it was his pipe, moving her body in wild circular motions. Fatboy’s dick was now standing at full attention and he was ready to lay it down.

He forcefully pushed her off of his face, so hard that she plopped down on his fat belly. He picked her up and dropped her square on his pole. She began to ride him passionately as sweat dripped off of her body.

The girl closed her eyes and pretended that she was sexing someone else besides Fatboy. She was totally disgusted by his sloppy appearance, but he paid to play and she was about her money.

Fifteen minutes later Fatboy was putting on his pants and leaving the girl with semen all on her face. He finished getting dressed and admired the girl’s perfect frame and pretty face. He peeled off five crispy hundred-dollar bills, tossed it on her bed without saying a word, and walked out feeling rejuvenated.

As Fatboy walked out the door he saw Peanut leaning on his car, his arms crossed, as if he was waiting on him.

“What the fuck is you doing, lil’ nigga?” Fat- boy yelled. He put his hand under his shirt and gripped his pistol. He remembered Peanut from the block and knew that he was once Kalil’s lil’ man.

“Nah, it ain’t like that.” Peanut lifted up his shirt to show Fatboy he wasn’t on any beef tip. “I just want to holla at you, Fatboy.”

Fatboy was still cautious and kept his hand on his banger as he walked over to Peanut. “What you got to holla at me about? I don’t rock with you like that.”

“Look, man, I’m trying to get down, man. I see you out here getting it and all.” Peanut turned back and looked at Fatboy’s new Benz.

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