Page 28 of Street Heiress 3
“To fuckin remind you, baby. Ain’t no bitches out here getting dick from me. Just you. I drop fat ass loads in you, baby. It’s no way I can take another bitch down, knowing what I’m out here doing to you. Don’t you ever in your fuckin life accuse me of no shit like that again. Agree to that shit while you bouncing on this dick,” he was on my ass, fuckin me crazy, even though he was below me. That thumb was still in my ass, working me too.
“Okayyyyy… I won’t do it no moreeee.…. Baby…. okay. Baby fuckkkkk…. Fuckkkkk I’m cumming againnnn,” I wailed.
“I’m right there with you baby,” he let me know, picking up speed, and I squirted again, while he slowly milked me.
Because I turned the air up, making it so hot in here, we were sweating. It was the good sweat though. The sex sweat. The one that glistened on your body. The one that showed proof that the sex was amazing.
Dolo reached over, so that he could make it colder in here, turning the air on full blast. I crashed my head into his chest, trying to calm down, and catch my breath.
As I was lying on him, he reached over for his phone, and seconds later, I could see that he had the front camera on us. I could see my face, and I could see his. We looked so beautiful together. He started recording a video and asked me for a kiss. I was floating, feeling the aftereffects of good sex, so I slowly lifted my head up, turned to look at him, and I kissed him for about twenty seconds straight.
I eventually pulled away, laid my head back down on his chest, and when I saw that he was still recording, I hit the phone out of the way, which made him laugh.
“Ima post our videos on my Instagram. Show you off right quick, especially since you accused me of cheating,” he voiced, and I didn’t even have a response for that because I didn’t want to bring that topic back up, forcing us to start arguing again.
He went to the first video that he took, showing it to me. It was the video where I was riding him, and he was smoking. The camera was on him. You could only see him, but you could hear me. I sounded like a bitch that was sprung on dick. You heard me calling him daddy and telling him that I loved him.
“Don’t post that Dominique,” I said, and he laughed.
“Nah. I gotta show the world that I’m not cheating,” he said, and I just waved him off.
I sat up a few seconds later, so that I could reach over, and grab the hoodie that I came in here wearing because just that fast, I had gotten cold.
“How you going to be mad at me, but you wearing my shit?” he wanted to know, as I was slipping the hoodie over my head. I ignored his question, but continued to straddle his lap, and look him in his eyes.
“Did you miss me?” I wanted to know.
“I did. Four days felt like four years,” he was honest.
“Why didn’t you respond back to my messages then?” I wanted to know.
“Because life don’t work like that, baby. You don’t get to do what the fuck you want to do, accuse me of whatever you want to, and think that all is supposed to be forgiven. I had to let you sit with that. Bet you won’t do that shit again,” he said.
“Your punishments are cruel,” I said, trying to lift myself up because I wanted to put my bottoms back on.
I felt sticky. I needed to get in the house, so that I could take a shower. He didn’t let me get up though. He lifted the hoodie up from the back, so that he could hold onto my ass. He had a firmgrip too. I lifted his glasses up a little bit because they had fallen down the bridge of his nose.
“In all seriousness, I’ll never cheat on you. I know it’s not good to really make promises for the future because we can’t honestly say what we will, and won’t do years from now, but I just know that it’s certain shit that I won’t do. It’s certain lines that I won’t cross. Sticking my dick in another bitch would be too disrespectful, and I know that you’ll never forgive me for that. I had four days to sit back and think about the shit that happened between us. Even though I was trying to prevent an argument from happening, I should have texted you and asked you if you were cool with hanging with Uzi, instead of just throwing that shit at you, and making you find it out from Uzi. I apologize for that. Everything else, that’s all on you. You at fault for the rest of that shit,” he said, and I laughed, while rolling my eyes.
“You make me out to be so problematic,” I announced.
“I don’t. Sometimes, your ass just be tweaking. That’s why I’m glad that you don’t do drugs, or drink. I think that shit would have you crazier than what you already are,” he tried to be funny, and I shoved him.
I was just glad that we could put that shit behind us. I had been going crazy without him. I had to stop listening to these crazy ass voices in my head. Those voices caused me to almost lose my man.
Chapter 9
Jazelle Brown
“I’m so shocked with Dolo. I keep trying to forget about the shit, but it’s no way. It’s no way he got with that girl and suddenly was able to do all the things with her that I’ve always wanted him to do with me. Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous. I will honestly give that to her, but other than that, she has the body of a fuckin ten-year-old little boy. I’m over here stacked. Ass and titties for days. Face pretty as hell. It’s no way,” I vented to my homegirls, and cousins that were sitting at the booth with me.
We were at a popular lounge in downtown Miami. It was R&B night tonight, so the vibes were really good. The music, food, and hookah were all up to par. I had the night off tonight from working at the club, so I decided to step out with my girls.
Whenever we would go out, we always have something to discuss, and tonight, we, along with the rest of Miami were discussing these videos and pictures of Riot, and Dolo. None of us could believe it. Dolo has never been a social media nigga. I mean, never. He had a burner account, but it had a lot of followers because everyone knew that it was him. Dolo would probably post something in his story once a year. I don’t knowwho he was feeling like last night, but this man made a post last night. An actual post on his page, and it had the girls sick to our stomachs.
Don’t get me wrong, the post was sweet, but none of us expected that kind of post from him.
You know how you can make a post on Instagram and add multiple pictures, and videos to the thread? That’s what he did. If anyone ever needed to know whether he loved that girl, baby, he showed it last night! It was a twenty picture/ video thread. Pictures from Mexico. Pictures that he took of her sleeping. Text messages, where he would tell her that he loved her. Money that he gave her. The last two videos were crazy. You could obviously tell that in one of the videos they were having sex. Dolo wore glasses, so through the lens, you could see that she was bouncing in his lap, but she wasn’t exposed or anything. I can’t even lie, that last video was fire. I couldn’t even hate on it.
