Savage Storms 1-3 by Meesha

Author:Meesha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2022-03-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Loco

Mya was riding the fuck out of my joint. When my phone started ringing, “Nigga, you bet not even think about reaching for that shit!” Mya moaned as she rolled her ass in a circular motion. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, causing me to grip her waist tightly.

“Shit! Ride this dick, bitch!”

Thrusting my hips repeatedly upward, Mya was bouncing wildly from the way my shit was attacking her vaginal canal. I grabbed both breasts and rolled the nipples between my fingers. Mya splashed all her juices on me and it was warm and gushy, just how I liked it. The tightness of her walls sucked the nut out of me prematurely.

“Aaaah fuck… shit, girl!” I screamed out, louder than intended.

Slowly easing in and out of Mya’s honey pot, my phone started ringing again. I couldn’t ignore it, so I rolled over causing Mya to topple over. She kicked me in the shin as she smacked her lips.

“Next time you want some pussy, find it somewhere else since your phone is more important than mine,” she huffed.

“Shut the fuck up, this business!” I yelled, seeing Heat’s name on my screen as I answered. “What’s up, Boss?”

“Stay low. Some shit went down at the club and I had to get ghost. Brando’s crew may be out for blood after this one, watch yo’ back.” Heat was talking in such a rushed tone, I barely caught what he said.

“Hold up, Heat. Slow down and give me a little bit more to go off of. What the fuck is going on?” I asked, sitting up.

“That’s all I can say over the phone. Keep your eyes open for Brando’s crew. I gotta go.”

Heat hung up without saying much of anything else. If I was in danger behind his ass, he should’ve told me exactly what the fuck I was up against. Brando wasn’t shit to play with and this nigga gave me a watered down version of nothing. It wasn’t that I couldn’t hold my own against him and his crew, hell, I needed to know what was up.

“What was that about?” Mya asked, coming back into the room. She had left after catching an attitude when I answered my phone.

“I don’t know. Heat said something about watching out for Brando’s crew—”

“Oh my God! Brando was killed the other day. His body was found in Freedom Park, along with one of his workers. Word on the street is, it was a robbery gone bad, but his crew ain’t buying the story and is offering a hunnid bands for information. Did Heat off that nigga, Loco?”

Mya had a terrifying look in her eyes as she stared at me. I hadn’t heard anything about the shooting because I hadn’t really been out of the crib. Mya stayed her ass outside and knew a hell of a lot about the incident. I needed to know everything she’d heard so I would have an understanding of what I was dealing with.

“I don’t know if Heat did it or not.

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