Us Against the World: Finding Love in the Trap by Porscha Sterling

Author:Porscha Sterling [Sterling, Porscha]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B011APUUI0
Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
Published: 2015-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The Bitch is Back

Queen

“Queen?”

“Hmm?” I moaned out, half-asleep.

I was caught in some state between dreamland and reality and just about dead to the world. After Andre made love to me and came once, he flipped me over onto my stomach, raised my ass in the air and fucked me until I was screaming to the rooftops. After that, he licked me until I came again.

I was tired as hell even though part of me thirsted for more of him. I loved the way it felt being wrapped in his arms with his long, thick pole tucked deep inside of me. We couldn’t get closer to each other than we did in those moments, and I was still craving that level of intimacy even though I was so spent; I could barely move a muscle.

“You up?” he asked me.

He was lying next to me with his back turned, facing the wall. I had thought he was sleeping, but I should’ve known his ass had been over there wide awake thinking on some shit.

“Mmhmm,” I mumbled.

“I want to tell you something important. This some real shit, a’ight?” He turned to me and I peeked out of my heavy eyes to look at his face. I could see he was dead serious, so some of the sleepiness immediately fell away and I became alert.

“What?” I asked him. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and then focused in on him as I waited for his words.

“I don’t give a shit what muthafucka was here before me,” he said.

I flushed red and immediately began to feel uncomfortable as I thought about Sanchez. He was the only one he knew about although there had been a couple others. I wasn’t no hoe, but I’d had a couple experiences before. None like the one I’d had with him, though.

“I don’t even want to think about no other muthafucka bein’ in you either, so this the last time we gon’ mention it. But from here on out, you mine and I mean that shit. If I find out about any other nigga…I’mma kill that muthafucka. That’s on God,” he told me. His eyes were crystal clear and I knew he meant that shit. His words were spoken with so much truth that I felt it in my soul.

“And if I hear about another bitch, I’mma dead that bitch. I swear on my daddy’s grave,” I told him. I matched his gaze to let him know that I meant it. He nodded his head sharply and turned his back to me once more, facing the wall.

Then, as if God was calling my bluff, we heard banging at the door. Andre jumped up and opened up the drawer to the nightstand next to him, pulling out a pistol.

“Stay here, Queen,” he ordered to me and checked the gun.

I nodded my head, my eyes wide as I pulled the covers up under my chin to cover my naked body. I watched him in silence as he pulled on his black sweatpants and black shirt while the banging continued.

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