Free Forbidden Love With a Thug III by Shvonne Latrice Page A

you should try it. Now is it anyone that I know that you've fantasized about?”
    “I never said I fantasized about one. It has crossed my mind, and no it's not anyone you know. It's not even a person really. I should've just taken the fucking shot on this one!” I laughed and so did she.
    We kept going and taking more shots, and the next thing I knew, I was low-key hella drunk. I got up to use the bathroom because in a minute, I would be peeing all over myself. Once I was finished, I washed my hands and returned to the living room so that I could call Elijah. I knew he was gonna be mad as hell, but I'd rather deal with him being mad than Shamece's drunk ass driving me home.
    “He's coming?” Shamece asked once I finished placing the call.
    “Yeah, he was a little upset but he will get over it once I give him some,” I half joked.
    I closed my eyes as I sat on the couch, waiting for Elijah to arrive, when suddenly I felt a hand moving up my thigh. I looked over drunkenly at Shamece, just as she got down onto the floor and placed my legs onto her shoulders.
    “Shamece, move,” I chuckled, thinking she was just being her usual crazy self. I knew I was wrong when she kissed my pussy through my panties, and then began to lick all over it.
    My phone buzzed, and I saw Elijah's name pop up. I pushed her off a little more roughly than I had intended, and then grabbed my phone to answer it.
    “I'm outside, hurry the fuck up,” he hung up.
    “Shamece, this was fun. I will see you later.”
    “I hope so,” she licked her lips.
    I rushed out to the car and got in on the passenger side. Elijah peeled off before I was even in good, and I just smiled at his sexy angry face. Reaching my hand into his lap, I leaned over and kissed his cheek softly.
    “You smell like a fucking drunk,” he spat but then a smile appeared on his face as I massaged his dick some more.
    I dropped my head into his lap, and then removed his dick to start going in. Listening to his low moans really gave me some motivation, so I started giving him my drunken all. He was trying to keep himself in the right lane, but he barely could, so he pulled over.
    “Ivy, fuck.” He gripped my bun so tight I thought he was surely gonna rip it from my scalp. “Mmm,” he moaned again right before he let off in my mouth. I took it back, and then sat up as he put himself away.
    “She tried to eat me out, Eli,” I admitted after rinsing my mouth with Listerine.
    “Tried or did?” he asked as he pulled from the curb.
    “Tried, she was kissing between my legs when you came.”
    “You liked it?”
    “I don't know.” I knew why his ass was asking.
    He just squeezed my thigh and kissed my cheek. What a night…
     
    Chapter Four: Portland Warren
    One week later…
    Fuckin’ Leroy did a horrible ass job taking out Elijah. Not only did he hit the wrong nigga, but he didn’t even kill the muthafucka he did hit. To make matters worse, everyone in the hood knew it was him, but thank God he didn’t snitch on us, and the hood didn’t snitch on him to the police. I had planned to hire someone to kill his ass, but someone had gotten to him before me. Sonny and I told Dante and Ahmad it was us who killed Leroy though, just so we wouldn’t seem soft. I chuckled at my thoughts as I put my car in park.
    I’d taken care of everything else in my life, somewhat, but now I needed to talk to Breesha. Ever since she told me she was pregnant, I hadn’t said anything to her. I blocked her from contacting me on every outlet, and when she tried to send messages through the homies, I never responded. I know it was fucked up for me to do, but I didn’t want a kid right now. To be honest, I barely wanted the little nigga I already had. I loved the thought of being a father, but I hated the responsibility it came with. Them little shits always needed something, and I was always expected to provide it. That was the only downside to being a man: you had to be the provider and the