Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2

Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2 by Andrea Sad'e

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Rayna,” I spoke between moans. “But it feels right, we both want the same thing, let’s be happy again if only for one night,” Rayna spoke, sucking on my neck; the sad part was she was right. I wasn’t happy with Layla, and if only for one night I needed this shit. Without one last thought, I flipped Rayna over and ripped her laced boyshorts from her body as I rubbed my finger up and down her clitoris, her juices soaked my finger. Without wasting any more time, I released my manhood and entered her world. At first I began with slow, soft strokes as she moaned like I was killing her. I arched her back, making her put her ass higher in the air the way I liked.
    “Ricoooo!” she screamed out.
    “Callarse y tomarlo (shut up and take it),” I said, unable to control my words at the moment.
    “I am taking it,” she moaned out.
    “Barely,” I said under my breath, flipping her on her back. I put her knees by her head, giving me more access to her walls. I went deeper and she instantly got louder. I started giving her slow, long strokes while playing with her freshly shaved pussy, and she started going nuts.
    “Give me more,” she said sexily, and I gave her all ten inches of my manhood. I moved my hips in one direction to another until she got louder.
    “My spot. You’re hitting my spooot,” she sung. I kept hitting her spot until her juices were all over my manhood, making it glisten. Her pussy was the definition of a snapper.
    “Fuck,” I said concentrating and trying not to bust but it had been so long since I fucked, and her pussy was out of this world. Five minutes later, I filled her with my warm liquid and pulled out of her.
    “Fuck,” I said, pulling my pants up. She kissed me on my cheek before grabbing her clothes and going to her room door. I couldn’t even lie, she had some good ass pussy; she did some shit that I ain’t never even felt before, but then I started to think about how hurt Layla would be about all this and I felt bad; but I had stood by her for so long, even on the countless occasions I’ve come home to her crying over his picture. No sex, no intimacy. What was a man supposed to do? I walked into the guest room and straight to the bathroom, washing her scent off of me.
    “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”
    I washed and got out of the shower. I dried off and put my sweatpants on. I walked out of the bathroom and she was laying in my bed with nothing but a towel on. My dick stood at attention.
    This is going to be a long ass night , I thought to myself, sliding on to the bed and pecking her lips. Something about her.

Chapter 10:
    Ace
    I woke up with a killer headache, not even remembering how I got here last night. I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision, and that is when I realized that I wasn’t in the bed alone.
    “What the fuck?” I said aloud when I saw that it was Veronica. I got up looking for my phone. I unlocked my phone and immediately saw pictures that I had no recollection of taking, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had sent them to Rayna. I wanted to call her, but I think this would be better discussed in person.
    “Veronica!” I yelled angrily. I was ready to fuck this bitch up on the house.
    “Yes,” she said groggily.
    “Why the fuck would you do this? And why the FUCK are you in my damn bed?”
    “You don’t remember?” she said, smirking.
    “Fuck no, so I need you to start talking.”
    “Well, we fucked. Not much more to say.”
    “No, fuck no, I would never fuck you.”
    “I guess that drink hit the spot, huh,” she said, feeling like she was untouchable. I walked over to her, wrapping my hands around her neck.
    “What the fuck did you do?” I said through clenched teeth. She struggled to breathe, looking like a fish out of water. “I knew I should have never done business with your psychotic ass!” I yelled, dropping her and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
    I landed back in Atlanta hours later, feeling like

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