Urban story, it may be ratchet, but fuck it that's what inspired me. Contains Sex, foul language and drug dealers. As well as other triggers.

Three POVS.

AU/ same universe as the previous book. The Bodyguard. Meaning all the people of the AU are A-types, B-types and C-type males.
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Part One
Trevor and Messiah

POV
Trevor

Have you ever heard people say they grew up too fast? I guess you could say I'm one of those people. I had a decent childhood, came from a two parent household, my dad was an A-type, a real tough man, except for when it came to family. He loved my mother, he never treated him like he was less, because he was a C-type.

Together they had three of us, C-types, daddy never made any of us feel like we weren't good enough. He didn't treat us like we were dainty little fragile things either, he treated us like we were strong, taught us to fight, to fish, how to shoot guns. He gave me and my brother Troy our first sips of beer, sadly he died before he could do the same with my youngest brother Treasure.

He and my mother, were struck and killed during a head on collusion involving a drunk driver. I was seventeen at the time, Troy was thirteen and Treasure was eight. I had to grow up, I got a job, went to school at night and eight years later I was still in school, preparing to become a doctor.

I struggled to keep us together after the insurance ran out, during the rough years we had to move, we moved to the bad side of town.

A small two bedroom apartment was home for five of the eight years, I got us out when Troy started getting involved in gangs. Well one gang, the ninth street boys, the gang is the most popular in the moderately big city of Lake Shore. Right outside of Boston.

I moved us to the north side, I got my job as a nurse, and I made sure they went to a good school. Yet I was too late, to stop Troy from getting a taste of the street life. I wasn't able to stop him, from falling for one of the really popular drug slinging thugs, Sameer.

At twenty one I can't control him, all I can do is be there for him, constantly reminding him that he can and should do better. Whenever he's home all we do is fight, like today, he skipped his college classes, and got picked up by the police.

I had to leave work to go and bail him out, he sat there on the couch in our living room, texting away on his phone. "Are you fuckin with me right now? How are you acting as if everything is okay, it's not okay, you skipped school to stand on the corner selling drugs." I said. He fixed his fitted cap on his head, and glared at me. He looked the most like our dad, he was more masculine than me and Treasure. He and Treasure had our dad's complexion, and I had our mom's.

He had dad's freckles, his thick eyelashes and his way of looking at people with certain condescending looks.

He was rough and dressed like every other young nigga in Lake Shore, I don't understand how he still pulled so many A-types. He was constantly in relationships, though they're always fucked up.

His current and longest relationship is with the dickhead Sameer, who like always showed up at the wrong time, only this time when he knocked on the door he wasn't alone.

"I'm done arguing with you. I'm moving out Trev, I'm a grown ass man, it's my life and I'mma live it how I want." Troy suddenly said, when I opened the door.

Sameer is alright I guess, in terms of looks he's a eight or nine, but he's foul... I shouldn't say foul... he's the kind of black guy, that racist people compare other blacks to, he's a buffon.

"Hi mama Hill." Sameer said trying to be an asshole, but my eyes were on the asshole behind him.

Messiah Brinks. The leader of the Ninth street boys, a man who never got his own hands dirty, but everyone knows, is the head of the gang. Supposedly local government is in his back pocket. A crook since his teenage years, I never liked him.

We went to high school together, I stayed cussing him out. He was so trifling then, walking around with his pants low enough that you could see his dick print.

The shit was a turn off. And now that Troy was mixed in I definitely hated Messiah.

"Troy, you didn't have to bring these two to my house to tell me you were leaving, you are free to go. You're right it's your life, you're not a child anymore. So go." I said, holding the door open, but keeping Sameer and his boss outta my house at the same time.

"They're here to help me get my stuff, ain't nobody need back up, cause ain't nobody scared of you." Troy said, and I chuckled, feeling my foot start to bounce.

"Sameer you may come in, and help your boyfriend get his shit, hurry up before his mouth get him fucked up. Nah uhh... the motherfucker with you gotta stay outside." I said, putting my hand across the door barrier, stopping Messiah from entering my house.

"For real T, it's like that?" Messiah asked. I took in the sight of him, surprised he remembered me. He'd changed, not outwardly, outwardly he was still the same fine ass dude, no one could say he wasn't. Smooth chocolate tone, that deep voice as smooth as silk. The beard. Tall, athletic.

But that wasn't it, he'd lost that goofiness about him. His eyes held a story now, he'd lost his innocence, but I didn't give a fuck.

"Pardon me, when has it ever not been like that?" I asked. "Bro you know Messiah?" Troy asked, his eyes holding some sort of childish ass wonder. "Go get your shit," I said, and Troy looked hurt, but I was hot. I turned back to Messiah as Sameer and Troy went upstairs.

"You still the mouthiest bitch in Lake Shore... I like that." Messiah laughed. "What did you call me?" I asked, then I went to slap him. He caught my hand and yanked me full-on against him. I was suddenly scared, because it happened so fast, I was mentally trying to catch up.

He looked down at me. "You know I had the biggest crush on you in high school, but I could never seem to say the right thing." He said, and I slowly shook off my nerves.

"Get off me Messiah." I said calmly. "Yes sir, but not until you tell me where we're eating dinner." He said grabbing my ass. I slapped him that time, and he smirked, grabbing my other hand, then pinning my back against the front of my open door.

"I'm not some lil nigga anymore, when I want something I get it. And I want you, you're are just what I need. Somebody loyal to call me on my bullshit, then let me fuck'em to sleep." He said.

He was tempting the C-type in me, I won't lie, his strong dominating scent made things difficult, but I stood my ground. "I'm about nine months away from starting my residency at St Nicholas hospital, I don't have time to play games with criminals." I said.

"You got goals too. Look T, I'm not trying to ruin your life, I'm trying to upgrade mine and that plan has included you since that day we met in Mr Clemens class. I'll tell you what, go out with me on any date of your choosing, and I'll keep Troy off the corner. I'll get him to go back to school, the whole thing." He said, and I looked up at him in shock.

"You're fuckin crazy, get off of me." I said. His big brown eyes stared down at me, with behind thick and curly lashes, it was like lookin at a fuckin puppy. "Don't give me that look, did you honestly think using my brother was a good idea?" I asked. "I know it is, and I'm hoping the date will impress you. Pleaaaaase?" He begged. I was pissed, but the deal was good, I'd do anything to keep Troy off the block.

"Horseback riding." I said. "What?" He asked. "Our date, I wanna go horseback riding in the valley." I said. "Seriously that's what you wanna do?" He asked. "Take it or leave it." I said, "When?" He asked, going back to being serious. "Saturday is my only free day." I said, without hesitation he let me go and stepped back. "It's a date." He said, then went back to the car he and Sameer came in.

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The week flew by, Troy was outta the house, and it was eerily quiet with just me and Treasure in the house. Treasure has always been quiet, always with his nose in a book. Friday night I got a text from an unknown number.

{I'll pick you up at twelve tomorrow, can't wait to see you} The text said. Then another one flew in. {Save my number under Daddy, I'mma check later} Messiah texted. He knew damn well I wasn't doing that.

I put my phone down as I walked into the kitchen, watching Treasure cook, something he use to do with mommy.

"Is Troy ever going to come home?" He asked, stirring a pot of beef stew. "No, he wants to run around actin a damn fool, what am I suppose to do Treasure?" I asked. "Show patience." Treasure said turning off the stove, going in the oven and pulling out rolls.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked, "Going to the movies with Troy and Sameer." He said. "I'm going out, I'll probably be back sometime tomorrow night, make sure Troy has you home, we have church in the morning." I said.

"You have a date?" Treasure asked, looking at me in surprise. "It's not a real date, Messiah thinks he's gonna impress me. You and I both know I definitely won't be falling for that street urchin." I said, and Treasure smirked at me.

We ate, talked some more, he chastised me for letting Troy move out, we watched some TV, then we turned in for the night.

The next day I slept in, woke at eleven, ate something quick, then I got ready for my forced date. Horseback riding in the valley. The valley is a place on the outskirts of Lake Shore, mostly farms, but when I was younger my dad would take me riding, it was our thing.
I got so busy I stopped going, but with a free day, I couldn't think of anything better to do.

At exactly twelve there was a knock at the door, I was dressed comfortably. Wearing a T-shirt and short cut jeans, my thighs were exposed glistening, I wanted to be comfortable so I didn't think twice about what my attire would do to Messiah.

I opened my door and looked up into his big browns, he stood brushing his waves. He was wearing dark beige cargo shorts, some sneaks and a wife beater that left all his muscles available to my eyesight.

"You look mmm... and them legs won't quit." He said, offering me his hand. I took it rolling my eyes, I shut my door and allowed him to lead me to his dark black sports car. The car was extremely expensive, I wasn't impressed because I knew where it came from. "So we are going horseback riding, I'm a little nervous, I've never seen a horse up close." He said. "Are you scared?" I asked. "I ain't scared of shit, I'm just a little unsure of what to expect." He replied.

"Horses are gentle, they're smart, they can read people. You'll see." I explained. We talked some more while driving out of town, around one we arrived at The Michael Stables. It was a farm, with land that went off for as far as the eyes could see. We went to the main house, we were greeted by this C-type named Davis. He wouldn't stop smiling at Messiah, I was glad when he handed us a set of keys and pointed us in the direction of Stable C.

"He was nice." Messiah said, as we walked along the pathway to where our horses were waiting. "He was flirting with you, you didn't notice the perspiration on his forehead?" I asked. "That little guy was not flirting with me, but I'm glad to know you are possessive enough to think he was." He said. "Would you know if an A-type were flirting with me?" I asked.

"Yeah." He answered. "Then trust me when I say, he was flirting. And I am so far from possessive, you aren't my man." I said. "Not yet, but I will be. That's fact." He said and I rolled my eyes saying whatever. We arrived at the stable. Inside where ten stalls each housing a different breed.

"I'm just lucky ain't no brothas out here." Messiah said, walking ahead of me into the stables. "Why is that?" I asked. "Cause unlike you, I can admit the outcome of another man flirting with you wouldn't be pretty. You damn sure wouldn't help the situation with them thick ass thighs you got on display." He said eyeing my entire being. "I like to be comfortable when I ride." I said, not catching the innuendo before the words left my mouth. "Oh so you like to ride?" He chuckled.

"Just pick a horse." I said slapping his arm. "How about this one?" He asked, standing in front of a stall with the name Coco. I walked over to where he stood and looked into the big brown eyes of a chocolate stallion. The muscled horse shook it's whitish hair.

It stomped a foot and whined loudly, making Messiah jump. I laughed hard watching him back up nervously, he looked over at me, his eyes full a strange emotion. "You have a beautiful smile." He said, and I turned not wanting him to see my high yellow skin blush.

"Just come back over here." I said, taking him by his arm, I also didn't ignore the swollen muscles in his bicep. He dragged his feet while I introduced him to the horse.

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Thirty minutes later we were riding through a flower filled meadow, well I was riding ... Messiah was barely holding on to Coco. He was shaking hysterically with every bump of the horse.

I rode beside him, I calmed Coco and started Messiah on a nice steady trot. He calmed down and slowly got the feel of riding the tamed animal. "See it's easy." I said, and he said nothing, just shook his head.

We rode for hours, by three in the afternoon, we were getting back into his car. I shouldn't have allowed myself to get comfortable around him, I should have asked him to take me home. It would have kept future drama, from ever taking place.

Instead, I allowed him to convince me to have dinner with him. He'd already slightly broke my shell, he made a complete ass of himself riding Coco, but I found it charming. Yet I was even more surprise when he took us to North Lake Shore. The neighborhood of Winterhill, is completely exclusive, to the very wealthy. Growing up in the middle class part of Lake Shore, moving to that community was something of a dream.

Every house stood alone, and surrounded by untouched wilderness. They were mansions, owned by wealthy doctors, wealthy lawyers, wealthy judges and apparently wealthy crime bosses.

He drove us along a winding road, the sun sat high in the sky, pushing flickering rays of sunlight through the dense trees.

I was flabbergasted as he pulled his car into a driveway, that seemed to be a mile long.

Forest was everywhere, I wondered how Messiah could handle living here alone in the vast wild woods.

Then we pulled up to his mansion, the dirt driveway becoming pale white stone. The round house was built perfectly, the white stone, with brown fixtures was eye catching.

"It's beautiful." I said, completely taken, as I climbed from inside the car, and carried along the cobblestone walkway. He had to have a gardner with the amount of flowers and beautiful hedges, but when I asked him, he assured me he had a green thumb.

I didn't believe it, but I would soon find out he was full of surprises.

"Before we go on in, I just wanna explain something to you. The day I met you, the day you cussed me out. I thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world ... no bullshit." He said, my heart fluttered and I despised the feeling. Still as he spoke I couldn't say a word.

"That day I started thinking of ways to get you, but you were so tough to crack. So I stepped back, I admit at the risk of sounding like a straight creep. I studied you, and I changed myself, I saw the way you worked, and I was basically a bum... So I hustled and I waited for my shot. That came with Troy." He explained.

"Yeah you used my broth..."

"Let me finish, please." He interrupted, and with my heart still fluttering I fell silent. "The day I came to your house, I could barely think, I wanted to gauge how much you still hated me, less than I thought, but still more than I wanted. I say all that to say this. I want you, I want you to be mine, I want this relationship to be serious. So whenever you're ready this house is yours. Ours." He said, completely serious.

I didn't speak as he led me inside the house, it was beautiful, one would have thought a C-type decorated it. Then things started sticking out, furniture that I knew by name. Things I dreamed of owning, paintings I enjoyed. It was slightly creepy.

"Your dream book in college, I took it... well I payed your roommate to take it." Messiah awkwardly admitted. "So you were stalking me?" I asked. "Not in a kill you way, it was in a I'm gonna marry you someday kinda way." He said. My mind was racing as he led me out back.

It was beautiful, and the way his eyes lit up, told me this space was completely his. The den space, had a swanky fireplace, surrounded by lounge chairs, the background of wilderness added a cabin feel.

What I took notice of was the full kitchen, countertops, a sink, some kind of stove and a stone wood oven. Catching my eyes Messiah smirked. "You hungry?" He asked, "You can cook?" I asked. "Baby, daddy can burn." He said, laughing as I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, take off your shoes, socks too." He said, doing as he asked me to. I followed him, and we walked barefoot out away from the grand sitting area, and into the backyard.

The grass was moist beneath my feet, the dirt was solid, I couldn't even remember the last time I walked barefoot through the grass. "How much can you eat?" He asked, leading me deeper into what became a garden. "I have a good appetite, are these herbs?" I asked, looking at a patch of what was labeled Rosemary.

"Vegetables too." Messiah added, grabbing a basket from the pile and handing it to me. "Can you get me some thyme, rosemary and some parsley, they're all labeled." He said, and off I went.

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Twenty minutes later, we were back in the outdoor den, I was standing next to Messiah, as he pulled out pots and pans filling two large pots with water. "Can you wash the vegetables for me?" He asked, and I grabbed the potatoes and the string beans, all of it from his garden.

"Where'd you learn how to grow flowers and vegetables, all that C-type stuff?" I asked, watching over my shoulder as Messiah froze half way from pulling out a whole chicken from the fridge.

"First off that's wrong. Are you saying A-types can't be caring or nurturing?" He asked, placing the bone dry bird on a cutting board.

"I didn't mean to insult you, just wanted to know." I said, smiling at his cute pout. "I learned from my Gran, he was a great man, rised me... Taught me how to be an A-type. Hell he taught me everything." He said, staring off into the yard.

"Are you a cat person?" He suddenly asked. "Yeah why?" I asked, he pointed over my shoulder and I turned to see four kittens running around the backyard.

"Are they yours?" I asked watching the four fluffy cats play. "They belong to nature, I just keep'em clean and fed." He answered.

We talked more, while I watched him cook and man could he cook.

I watched him, something that got more interesting after he got a wood fire going in the open stone oven.

He started to take his shirt off, and I questioned him about what he was doing. "Like you with horses, I like to be comfortable when I cook." He answered snatching the shirt over his head.

Without my dislike of him, burning in my chest, I noticed how built he was, and as I watched his back muscles work, a wave of want came over me.

My palms started sweating, and the back of my neck, I silently prayed he wouldn't smell my pheromones. Luck wasn't on my side. "You smell so fuckin good over there, but I need to focus." He said, and I looked down blushing.

Before long the fire was really going, both pots were on the stove, the water inside boiling string beans and potatoes. The chicken was completely tied up and hanging from a short rope beside the fire.

Messiah was full of surprises, when dinner was finished the sun was setting and we were sitting around the swanky fireplace. Dinner was spectacular, honey mustard glazed chicken, glazed string beans and buttery garlic mashed potatoes, potatoes he mashed in a stone bowl.

Desert was peanut butter chocolate cup trifle, it was delicious. I was stuffed, and as we sat drinking wine, Messiah smiled over at me. "What?" I asked.

"You can eat." He said, laughing and I wasn't embarrassed, I laughed with him. "That's such a turn on, most C-types worry about every single thing they eat, I see why them thighs so thick." He said, getting up and coming over to me. Butterflies attacked my stomach instantly.

"So tell me more about you, what's a day in your life like?" He asked.

"Work, school and taking care of my brothers, well just Treasure now." I said, blaming the alcohol for my sudden sadness over Troy leaving home.

"He doesn't actually sell drugs for me, Sameer would kill me if I put his lil knucklehead in harms way, so you don't need to worry." Messiah said, lifting my head. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, we mostly just keep him around us, so he's never been in the presence of anything criminal." He said, and relief flooded through me.

Suddenly... Messiah was kissing me, his lips were on mine, damn they were soft, pillow soft.

I decided right there to have sex with him, if he was just trying to get into my pants, he'd earned that. If he meant everything he said, then I would consider seeing where that rode led, it was a win win.

So I deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to me by his ass, moaning when he started kissing and licking my neck. "Fuck me." I moaned, grinding into his hard bulge.

"It's our first date." He said and I pulled back feeling like a whore. "I'm sorry. What's wrong with me... Throwing myself at y..."

"Don't apologize, I want to, believe me baby I do, but I need you to take me seriously, if I make love to you tonight, will you regret it tomorrow?" He asked, and the look in his eyes did it. A spark of what would become love sparked in my heart, I could see he wouldn't hurt me.

My career, my future, none of that existed in that moment. I didn't even think about the fact that he was a crime boss, he was too charming. "I won't regret it." I said, yanking him into a kiss. "Not here baby, I need room to work." He said picking me up.

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His room was huge, there was a flat screen TV in the foot of the bed, there was a huge fish tank in the wall, to the right, next to a walk-in closet. I stood trying to take in everything, but with every kiss, lick and nip of Messiah's lips, tongue and teeth, my head swam.
Quickly our clothes were discarded, Messiah picked me up, kissing me while feeling me up, a thick finger digging in my hole. My back hit the bed, and his hot hard body was all over mine.

I grabbed his ass, loving the way the muscles flexed in my hand. All the previous thoughts of him were gone, was I so desperate for affection that I was completely allowing him in, because of a few overtly romantic words and a great meal. Apparently hell yeah.

He flipped me onto my stomach, and kissed a trail down my spine, his lips became a warm tongue and slid into my ass. "Arch that back for daddy." He commanded, pulling my cheeks apart and driving his tongue into me. My back arched on its own, and his tongue slipped deeper.

His tongue game was good, his finger fuck was better, but then the condom and lube came out.

The tip of his hardness popped pass my ring of muscle, and a gutteral groan poured from my lips, and Messiah chuckled. "Uh huh... You ready baby?" He asked, sliding in farther, knocking the answer from my lips.

When he was seated inside me, he bent over and went back to kissing my neck. From the strength of his kisses and bites I knew I would be covered in hickies. "Please move." I huffed, feeling stuffed and needy.

He pulled out and jutted back inside, knocking the wind outta my lungs. Another one, another, then seven more, each one slow and deliberate, the last hitting that spot in me, the spot that never failed to trigger my hole into releasing my juices.

"Messiah faster." I commanded. With all the strength of an A-type, Messiah snatched my back against his chest, his hands running over my chest, cupping my balls in his hand. He was all over me, and I was overly sensitive, that shit felt so good, his hands were so big, the way he kissed on my neck.

"Ask daddy nicely... what do you want me to do?" He asked. "Nah..." I snickered, wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck, then thrusting my ass back rapidly, before he could stop me. "Oh shit, take it... oh fuck." He groaned, his head falling back on his neck. I clenched and unclenched around his dick, my eyes rolling from the pleasure using his dick gave me.

"Mmm hmmmm... don't stop, keep throwin it back." He groaned, thrusting forward and meeting my backward thrust.

He grabbed my hips and shoved my chest down against the soft bed, a hand cupped my neck and that's how he fucked into me. "Yes." I moaned, my face in the sheets. "Yeah, you like this dick?" He asked winding his hips, tickling my prostate. I gave in, as that falling feeling hit my stomach, I whined. "I like it daddy, I like it."
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Part Two
Troy and Sameer

POV
Troy

"Come on nigga, you gon get me killed... Please Meer, st-- mmm."

Sameer and I were in our room, we were relaxing, we'd been out all day with Treasure. I bought my bro some shit, he tried to convince me to talk to Trevor, but I said no.

He told me about Trev's date with Messiah, I couldn't believe that, and I damn sure couldn't believe he hadn't come home yet. I was snatched outta my thoughts, when Sameer started fingering my ass.

I was in his lap, but my face was down at the end of the bed, near his feet. I was playing War Games and Sameer wouldn't let me concentrate. I hadn't even felt him pulling down my ball shorts, not until it was too late. Not until he was digging his middle finger into me, working my hole into a creamy lather.

"Please Meer I wanna play my game." I begged, hating how my voice got soft whenever Sameer got too turned on, not taking no for an answer. "Play ya game, I'm not bothering you." He said, twisting his finger to touch a bunch of nerves in my ass.

His sexy ass knew how to bring out the C-type in me, he was special to me. I use to be different, when I was younger I was super soft, straight pussy. But three bad A-type experiences and I changed, Trevor's know it all ass, don't know half the shit I saw living in the projects. He was at work, and I respected that, but he didn't raise me, and I damn sure raised Treasure.

Whatever though, I'm all off topic. Sameer and I met at my college, he was picking up his cousin. From the start he knew how to break my shell. Tall and built, thick in all the right places, so hood, I mean the tattoos, the saggin pants, the whole thing, I was instantly into him.

He knew how to command my respect, and he didn't treat me like a bitch, he respected that I could fight, and loved that I was rough.

So of course my legs were spreading and I could feel my pores opening, releasing my pheromones through my sweat. "Please stop." I whined, "Knuck you're the one riding my fingers right now." He said, and I could feel myself riding back on his finger. "Push pause Knuck, I wanna bust this nut... real quick I promise... come on you know you want it too." He said, and my dumb ass fell for it.

Sameer saying real quick was some bullshit, we fucked around till around seven at night on and off.

# # #

That was three weeks ago, that was the moment of conception. The doctor said, it was three weeks ago, and I know Sameer and I fucked around a lot, but that day was the one to stick out in my memory.

Sameer and I were in his doctor's office, I ain't have the money to afford a private doctor, and I damn sure wasn't asking Trevor. We were there because Sameer dumb ass thought I was pregnant, at the time I knew I wasn't... I swore I wasn't.

"Mr Hill, Sameer is right, I'd say conception was about three weeks ago. Do you want to schedule a follow up appointment, or do you have a different doctor?" The doctor asked me, as if I was prepared for him to say I was pregnant, like I was gonna be excited. Hell no.

"Get off me Sameer. What I want Doc, is another test, cause ain't no way I'm knocked up, I get my tx shot every four weeks." I snapped, yanking away from Sameer, who wasn't trying to hide his fucking smile.

"Yes, but the shot is only eighty percent effective, that's why condoms are also used as an extra layer of protection." The doctor said, and I glared at Sameer who swore we didn't need condoms.

"Calm down knucklehead, this is good news." Sameer said, giving the doctor dap, the doctor laughed and snickered with Sameer, telling him the chances of us having an A-type. "Fuck that shit, I want another test, or I'mma turn this office upside down!" I shouted.

"Eh! You best calm down, before I get ignant." Meer snapped, and a shiver raced down my spine, shutting my ass up. "Schedule the appointment Jake, let me get his sour ass home." Sameer said to the young dark skinned doctor.

# # #

"So, you ain't got shit to say?" Meer asked, he was gripping the fuck outta the steering wheel. He hated when I ignored him, normally I'm loud, in his face, but I was scorching, and I couldn't find a single thing to say to him. No... I had a question.

"Do I have to keep him?" I asked, only because it's law, C-types can't terminate a pregnancy without an A-type whose either the child's father or the pregnant C-types father. "You out cha damn mind, hell no, we ain't killing our baby. Why don't you want him?" He asked, and I went back to being silent, until Meer slapped my thigh as hard as he could.

"Don't fuckin ignore me, what's up Troy, talk to me." He said, suddenly rubbing the spot he'd just slapped, soothing the hot skin. "I'm scared, I'm not going to be a good mom, look at me... plus I'm gonna lose my body, I'm gonna be fat, you're a drug dealer, and I'm a college drop out without a job." I said, slowly thinking of more reason not to have a kid.

"Come on Knuck, you know we can do this, I told you I'm joining the academy, I'mma leave the streets alone. And regardless to if you lose ya lil muscles, you still gon look good to me. Trust me baby, we can do this." He said, and I took it in, looking down and going back into my head. "But I was gonna go to the academy too." I muttered.

"I know, but you could go back to school now, you haven't painted anything in a good minute. I must not inspire you anymore." He said, making me feel bad. "I just couldn't get with the artsy muthafuckers that were around me." I said.

We talked some more, we were going over to the house to ask Treasure if he wanted to go to dinner.

# # #

Drama was high that day, when I walked into the house to find my little brother having sex with some rat nigga. I didn't say shit, as I watched Sameer throw the nigga out the house, butt ass naked, a gun to his head.

"What the fuck was that?!" I yelled, following him up the stairs to his room. "Leave me alone!" He shouted back, slamming his door. Now I've heard C-types get strong during pregnancy, something about having more testosterone x in their systems. Whatever the case, I pushed his door, breaking part of the frame and walked in.

"Don't play with me Treasure, who the fuck was ole boy?" I asked, as he walked into his bathroom and started running a shower. "Look Troy get out my room, and tell Sameer to fix my door. I don't have to explain my business to you, you aren't my guardian.

"Boy I will drag yo lil ass out that shower, and beat yo ass. Where the fuck is Trevor?!" I asked. "With his man, minding his business, just get out Troy, I can't believe you embarrassed me." He snapped, and I wanted to beat his ass, but I had to realize he was growing up.

At that moment I heard Trevor yelling, something, I took off down the stairs to confront him. "Why the hell are you here?!" He was yelling at Sameer. "First off calm down, you need to be thanking us for coming over here, and stopping Treasure from getting pregnant." Sameer clapped back. "What are you taking about?" Trevor asked.

"He's talking about the fact that I walked in to find Treasure getting his walls beat on the goddamn staircase." I said walking into the living room.

"Are you serious? Treasure! Get down here now!" Trevor shouted, walking away from us, and towards the stairs. Treasure came stomping down the stairs, a towel around his waist, folded arms. He glared at Trevor. He was not acting like his self, even his everyday attire was different, an earring, super tight fitted clothes, and a smug smile.

"So, I'm sure those two snitches already told you about Vance." Treasure said, glaring down at Trevor. "You had some little boy up in this house?" Trev asked, stepping up to Treasure. "Don't put it all on him, where were you?" I asked, trying to low key protect Treasure from Trev's wrath.

"I was out, but I'm home now, and correct me if I'm wrong but you chose to leave home, so if you and your man will excuse me. I need to deal with Treasure, goodbye." Trevor snapped walking to the door, and turning back to me and Sameer.

I was trying not to feel emotional, but it felt like now that I knew I was pregnant, I was completely changing. I wanted to cry, it felt like Trevor hated me. "Come on Knuck, I'm not gonna let him keep steppin on you. Let's go baby." Sameer said taking my hand, and pulling me towards the door.

"And if you don't get yo lil attitude together, you won't meet your nephew in nine months. That's right Troy is pregnant." Sameer said pulling me out the door.

# # #

Sameer and I got home, and once we were inside, the day crushed me. I stood at the door crying. "Awe knuck don't cry... come here." Sameer said, his face surprised at the sight of the my tears. I don't cry often, last time was eight years ago, the day I lost my parents.

"He hates me." I cried, digging my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deep from his smell, it always makes me feel better. I continued crying and he shushed me, telling me to calm down before he drove back to Trevor's and fucked him up.

"Don't threaten m-my brot-brother." I cried, hiccuping in between. "I'm sorry baby, let me just get you in bed, after a nap you'll feel better." He said, walking us through the house and upstairs.

He carried me to our room and tried to lay me down on the bed, but I clung to him. "I want you to take a nap Knuck." He said, pulling my limbs off of his body. "No, I'm not sleepy, just lay with me." I said, sniffling.

"You know a nigga could get use to this part of you, all soft and shit... needy. I like it knowin you need a nig..."

He was interrupted by the ringing of his phone, his cell played a quick factory setting note, and his attention was instantly on it. "What's up... Yeah, when? Yeah an hour, swing by I'll be ready." He said, hanging up, giving me a dumb ass look as I untangled myself from around him.

"Don't be mad, but I gotta take a run with Messiah." He knew I hated when he did runs.

He and Messiah never meant picking up drugs, no a run was code for murder.

He knew how I felt about that shit, the fifty nine families tolerated a lot of shit, but when states started having too many murders, they made it a mission to get answers. And if that became the case, not even the local government could protect Messiah, and Sameer.

"Don't go." I said, looking him dead in the eyes. "You know I have to, don't turn this into a big deal, just chill with me for an hour." He said, laying back and pulling me into his arms. I tried struggling, but as I pulled away he pulled me up, cupping both my ass cheeks and kissing my lips.

"No... stop... I'm ser-serious. No Meer, don't." I said struggling against his kisses. He flipped me and stared down at me. "I'll be careful, and I'll tell Messiah tonight that I want out." He said, pecking my lips.

I believed him and gave in, a few pecks turned into us making out, he was grinding our pricks and a bitchy moan poured outta me. "You best stop making that sound, or I'm straight up fucking you." Meer demanded, still grinding and turning my head to attack my neck.

I moaned again and he ground into me hard, making my dick and ass leak. He ripped my shirt pulling it off me in pieces and tonguing my nipples. I arched up, wanting more and he gave it to me, sucking my nipples hard. My pants were slid off and thrown, while his sweats were pulled just beneath his globes of meaty ass. My hole was wet and pulsating, his tip sat on my winking sphincter and I kissed him, suddenly needing him in the worst way.

As he slipped inside me, I grabbed his fat ass, feeling the muscles flex. His rhythm was steady, steadily he touched my love button, and I wasn't the type to just get fucked.

I started thrusting upward faster, interrupting his steady stroke, making him moan. "Yeah nigga, fuck this ass." I cried out, when he slammed rapidly into me. He slapped my prostate, and I squeezed his ass, yelping as my dick jumped.

"Ass feel good as shit... take this dick Knuck... nut on my dick baby, nut." He commanded. At his words and a few spot on strikes to my spot, my body went into orgasm, not a genital orgasm, but a body one.

My thighs were shaking, my nipples were hard, I was panting and my ass was throbbing, releasing my juices on his dick. Most C-types will tell you those orgasms are the best, and Meer was the best at making my body achieve one. Seconds after the first, my body was hit again, the second one, slightly more intense. It brought tears to my eyes, and I latched onto him, feeling like I was high on dope.

As I came down, I was limp as shit, but he kept going. He slid firmly inside me, and stayed seated. I could feel his heat throbbing in me, his thick shaft pulsing. He grabbed my shaft and jerked me off, I started crying, because it felt so good, felt even better when he stroked into me... yet nothing felt as good as when he bust inside me.

# # #

Shit was hectic for a while, but shit got real when after a few weeks, I took notice of the fact that Sameer hadn't stopped doing business with Messiah.

I felt like he was playing me, like he wasn't trying to honor his word. My hormones were changing, and I didn't mean to straight up confront him, but when he came waltzing in the house at six AM after being out all night, I was pissed.

I was sitting in the living room, sitting in the dark, when he walked by me, trying to make his way upstairs. "Where you been yo?" I asked clicking on the lamp. He froze, and turned looking at me. "I was doing a run, no big deal; what are you doing up?" He asked.

"Nah nigga... question is why are still taking runs for Messiah?" I asked getting up, and shoving pass him. He followed me up the stairs, saying nothing until we walked in our room.

"He needed me, it was the last time." He said, watching me flop down on the bed. "Yeah whatever, you said the last time was the last time. That was clearly a bunch of bull shit." I said. "Babe let me ex..."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm not raising this baby by myself, so either get ya shit together, otherwise law or not, I'm gettin an abortion." I said. "What! What!" He shouted, coming around the bed, yanking me out of it.

He gripped both my upper arms tightly, squeezing me uncomfortably. "Don't threaten me, what cho ass ain't gon do, is play around with my seeds life." He snapped, his voice almost a growl.

"Yeah okay... Like I said I'm not raising him alone. Now get the fuck off of me." I clapped back, flopping back down on the bed. Neither of us spoke anymore, we walked around each other the next day, silent for a full day.

The entire month was one big tug of war, Sameer couldn't let the streets go. He wouldn't. Part me understood, the corner was all he knew, it was where he was comfortable. Yet I also knew we were about to have a baby, and the corner could easily leave me a single parent, and I couldn't do that. I wouldn't.

So I did some petty shit, at the time I knew it could've hurt my child, but I thought I didn't care... In my mind I was only having the kid because Sameer wanted it.

So everything pregnant C-types weren't allowed to do, I did it. I ate whatever I wanted, drank all sorts of sugary shit, and though he hated it Sameer couldn't stop me. He had to watch me slam down Chinese takeout, if I could've recorded his face, when he walked into the house to find me in the kitchen, at a table full of food.

"What the fuck is all this?" He asked, looking around at the open takeout containers.

"The doctor said, not a lot of unhealthy food, and you decide to do it anyway. You're so fuckin childish, you only doing this shit cause you got some lil attitude." He said.

I went too far though, when I decided to go out with my dude Six. Six is just like me, except he's a chocolate chip complexion, and more sneaky.

I'd confidently say he's my best friend. Anyway he wanted to come over and chill, but I convinced him to go to the club. We were out, chilling, just enjoying the scene.

My stupidity was running high, I decided to drink. Six begged me not to, but I was in my bag, Sameer was tryna play me, and I wanted to hurt him, but I was only hurting myself.

Shit was good, we were leaving at around one, we were walking down the steps, and I wasn't drunk, I promise I wasn't, but my head started spinning and on the third to last step I dropped, falling forward straight to my stomach.

I never lost a buzz so quickly, I sat up, my mind and eyes crystal clear. "Are you okay?" Six asked, helping me stand, my leg had twisted a bit, but I felt alright. "Can you take me to check on my baby?" I asked, my hand cupping my stomach.

In that moment my son was the only thing on my mind, his life was instantly all that mattered. He was suddenly my highest concern and I realized that I really was gonna be a parent.

With or without Sameer.

Six took me to the hospital, he called Sameer without me knowing and told him everything except for the drinking, then he left just when Sameer entered the room. If looks could kill, my ass would've been slaughtered.

"Are you satisfied, you're hooked up to all these fuckin machines 'cause you can't stop being selfish." He said. I'd been thinking before he came, and I was so done fighting him, my child was what was important, and I needed to start building a better future for him.

"I'm going home Sameer," he looked at me "Did the doctors say I could take you home?" He asked. "Not to your house, I'm going home with my brothers." I explained.

"W-what?" He asked. "I've been running around, trying to hurt you, cause I felt like you were playin me, but that shit really don't matter, I'm about to have a kid, and right now he's the most important thing. So since you can't change I've got to, when you ready to leave the street, we'll be around." I said.

His face dropped, his eyes went from confused, to hurt then anger. "So you're gonna leave me? You promised you would never leave me, you remember that shit." He said stalking over me.

"I don't want to, but you're aren't leaving me any choice. The life you live is dangerous, and that was cool when it was just us, but we're havin a kid, and you can't help me raise him if you're in jail or dead." I said.

"I told you I was gonna quit, I just need a little bit more money, just enough so we'll be set for life." He said, his voice becoming softer. "Well, I won't be around while you're making it." I said turning away from him.

"Knuck come on baby, don't be like this just give me more t..."

"Mr Hill, I've got g... who are you?" The doctor asked Sameer, he was a dark-haired C-type, with a slight accent, from somewhere European.

"I'm his baby's father, are they alright?" Sameer asked, nodding down at me.

"Yes. Although Mr Hill, your sugar is very high, but I'm going to give you a prescription for that. Now we need to discuss the alcohol, you should not drink while pregnant, but especially not hard liquor. Now you may have an occasional glass of wine, but that's it." Said the doctor.

He spoke some more, then he went to get my discharge papers. "You were drinking?" Sameer asked, as soon as the room door shut. "Yeah, and I won't do it again." I answered, before turning towards the window.

# # #

Sameer took me home that night, but I called Trevor and he came and got me, we weren't even speaking but he rocked with me, I guess that's what brothers are for.

Now I don't want to toot my own horn, but I had Sameer whipped, two days later. He showed up to the house, Treasure was in school and Trevor was at work, he showed up crying, begging me to come home.

He called Messiah in front of me and told him he was done, he wanted out. Messiah teased him, but he didn't falter. I took he back, and we went home. Chile he even cried during our makeup sex. ___________________________________________

Part Three
Treasure and Officer Cyrus

POV
Treasure

My life wasn't in the best place, seventeen and a senior in high school. Something about me has changed, and some days I love it and other days I hate it. I was never really popular, but I'd finally blossomed, my thin body was getting fatter in all the right places.

The A-types at school, and at home finally started noticing me. And I became this person I barely know, I made a common mistake. Let an asshole in my heart, the trouble just seemed to keep coming after that.

Popularity came with a lot, like peer pressure, that's how I ended up at the lighthouse with a bunch of other students. At the moment my brother Trevor thought I was in my room, but I wasn't, I was a whole forty minutes from home.

I'd snuck out, my new friends Christian and Corey picked me up. I wanna say they were bad influences, but they weren't. I've never really believed in peer pressure, everything I've ever done, they've been my decisions.

So it was my decision to drink, my decision to try pot, and my decision to spray paint the school. And that decision led to me being arrested. Trevor was more than pissed off, I wasn't that bothered, not until I started my house arrest and received my probation officer.

Officer Cyrus O'Riley, the first day I met him, I took an instant dislike to him. It only got worse the longer I knew him.

He's everything I can't stand about A-types. Arrogant, demanding and controlling; sadly it doesn't help that my C-type hormones respond to all of it, the fact that he's attractive only makes it worst.

Tall, with low cut dark blonde hair, he was constantly in a blue button up, and dress pants with a belt. His sleeves rolled up to the groove of his elbows, drawling my hateful attention to his strong arms, which drew my eyes to his chest. I could just imagine the body underneath the tight shirt.

But my eyes never had a more pleasant sight, than when he would walk around his office, telling me what I was doing wrong, his ass was high and tight. My hate for him didn't stop me from wanting to grab it.

Thing is I didn't start crushin on him, until I saw him out with some C-type. I was at the mall, twelve miles from home, one of the only places my ankle monitor would allow me to go.

I was in the food court with Christian and Corey, we were all sharing food. As I was drinking my shake, I turned, a double take confirmed it was Cyrus, he was with an older C-type, Cyrus was only twenty eight years old, the guy with him was at least forty.

I didn't realize I was jealous until I saw him kiss the older man. It wasn't initially jealously, initially, I wanted to be the one he was kissing. Bad luck caused him to turn, unlocking lips with his lover and spot me.

A quick wave was all he gave me, before going about his business . I was instantly bothered, but I didn't know why. After that I was in a pissy mood the remainder of the day.

My attitude only got worst when I got home, Trevor and Troy made up, and they made it a point to get together, Troy was with Sameer, so that meant eating dinner with him also.

And Trevor was with Messiah, who he swore he couldn't stand. So I was stuck at a spaghetti dinner with two couples, reminding me that I'd never have more than hook-ups, I wasn't the casual sex type, but guys noticing me wasn't something I was use to.

"God Messiah, you can cook." Troy's greedy ass groaned, and Sameer smirked watching him stuff meatballs in his mouth. "Can you pass the garlic bread?" I asked, and Trevor handed me the bowl of bread. They all continued talking, and I kept eating, just wanting to finish and go back to my room, I wanted to be alone. "Meer can you hand me the hot sauce?" Troy asked.

"Babe, you know you've been getting really bad heartburn. So no... And no more salt, it's not good for the baby." Sameer answered, making Troy groan. "Speaking of my nephew, how was the checkup?" Trevor asked. I was about two seconds from just snapping, two seconds from telling them to all shut the fuck up.

Just as I wanted to go off, the doorbell rang, I shot up to go answer it. I walked to the door, and without asking who was there I opened it.

"Cyrus." I said, surprised to see him. "Treasure, how many times do I have to say familiarity breeds disrespect. You will address me as Officer O'Riley." He said, and I frowned.

"What are you even doing here officer?" I asked. "It's check in, as your probation officer, it's my job to make sure you're at home." He explained. "You've never done that before." I stated.

"Well, I also wanted to ask... Who was that guy, the one you were talking to inside the CD shack? Not that it matters, but he didn't exactly seem like a good guy." He said, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out why he cared.

"He wasn't anybody, just some guy who wanted to take me out." I told him. "Okay, but you know your curfew is eleven, if you aren't home at eleven it's a probation violation, so don't let some guy cause you to forget about the good job you've been doing." He said.

"What about you Cyrus, who was the guy you were with?" I asked. "Officer O'Riley,  and I'm not on probation, you are, but if you must know... He's someone I'm seeing." He answered, and I found myself feeling angry. I didn't understand why I felt the way I felt, he wasn't my man, he wasn't even someone I thought I liked.

"Well, I'm here... So if that's it." I said, he stood there, not saying goodbye, just standing. I don't know wmy mouth just fell open. "Have you eaten?" I asked. "Jeremy, didn't have time, I'll probably stop at burger world." He said. "Do you want to come in, we're having pasta." I said.

He seemed unsure, but after a few seconds he said sure. I opened the door, letting him in. He was fine, I couldn't deny it, but it wasn't serious.

"Trevor, officer O'Riley came to make sure I was here, he hadn't eaten, so I invited him to join us." I explained, as he and I entered the dining room.

Sameer and Messiah immediately were on edge, and Cyrus didn't help. "Mr Hill, I hope you don't mind my intrusion?" He said. "No, not at all it's completely fine." He said, while Sameer and Messiah just stared at him.

"You're Treasure's probation officer, is it common to have dinner with your charges?" Messiah asked. I gave Messiah a dirty look, and he shrugged asking what he'd said. "I'm not a police officer anymore, I moved over to probation, so whatever stuff you're into, that's your business." Cyrus said, staring straight into Messiah.

"So, Treasure how was school today?" Trevor asked, and like the last few times he spoke to me, I immediately became irritated, why was he asking me about my day? He didn't care, he was only asking because Cyrus was at the table. So my answer was a bit harsh.

"It was school, the same as every day, so next subject." I spat. Cyrus shot me a look, his eyes burning into my skull, until I felt the overwhelming need to apologize. Dinner went by quick after that, Troy and Sameer went home, arguing because Sameer wouldn't let Troy have any wine.

And Trevor was spending the night with Messiah, they were again leaving me alone, which was what I wanted, but it still bugged me. "So I'm going to head home, are you sure you're okay being here alone?" Cyrus asked, as I led him to the door.

"What are you going to stay the night with me?" I sarcastically asked. "Do you want me too?" He asked, and I froze. Was he serious? What did he think was going to happen. I stood there just staring, locked in my thoughts. "Calm down, I'll stay on the couch." He said, smirking. "I wasn't thinking that." I said, seeing the look on his face.

"Yes you were, you were thinking, we'd end up doing something perverted, your scent spiked, that means you just released pheromones, and that only happens when you're aroused. You are sixteen, going on seventeen, I'm twenty-eight, if I stay, all we'll do is talk." He said,

"I'm not attracted to you." I said. "Yeah you are, but don't worry, the feelings mutual. Your just not an adult yet, plus you're still on probation... Good thing the judge gave you two years. So for now... Do you want me to stay?" He asked again, stepping directly into my personal space.

I stupidly inhaled, and his scent rocked my world, it was smokey like cherry wood being burnt, and there was a candy sweetness to it, both mixed perfectly with his natural scent, and I swooned. "W-what about your boyfriend?" I stuttered.

"He's someone I'm dating, we aren't going steady." He said, like that word was something my generation said, when it most definitely wasn't. "Okay, I want you to stay." I said, looking away. "Okay. Do you guys have a TV?" He asked, taking off his shoes and making himself immediately comfortable.

"Yeah follow me." I said. My thoughts were screaming, hours ago he was my irritating probation officer, now we had this thick tension between us, maybe it was always there, he'd said the feeling was mutual, that meant he liked me too.

That night all we did was talk, but I never connected with someone so easily. Outside of the work place, he was a totally different person, he even let me call him Cyrus. I found out he use to be a detective, but he quit after going undercover and befriending some crime boss.

Apparently he and the other A-type, really became best friends, and when he finally had to turn on him, he was crushed. He said the guy forgave him, and he visits him almost every weekend, but he didn't like the feeling the undercover work gave him. He felt like a bad person. I told him about my parents, I even told him about the way I'd changed.

We talked long into the night, it was two in the morning, when he declared that I had to get some sleep. I left him on the couch, and went off to bed, he was the last thing on my mind before sleep came.

The next morning, he woke me up, saying breakfast was on the table downstairs, and that he had to go to work. I told him I'd see him later, which I would.

A Year And A Half Later

Time had gone by, and Cyrus and I grew closer, by this point, we were dating. He'd asked me to be his, after we'd had a huge fight, the fight was about him continuing to see other people.

He said I was welcome to see other people as well, only when I did he flipped his shit.

So we were together, but he'd promised Trevor we wouldn't be physical until I turned eighteen. That was a rule that started to get harder to follow, as we got closer and our feelings got stronger, so did our desires.

Then Trevor made a mistake, he and Messiah decided they were taking a trip to some Island getaway, and he didn't want to leave me alone for two weeks.

Troy couldn't babysit, because he was having a hard time keeping up with his toddler Xavier, it was only harder with Sameer training to be a cop.

I had to give it to Sameer, he'd left the streets, made a clean break, he'd really turned himself around. But anyway, imagine my surprise when the night before leaving Trevor came into my room, and told me that he'd found someone to keep an eye on me.

I was about to complain until he said it was Cyrus. The first days were fine, Troy was in and out of the building, but when the weekend came, we were alone. All was normal that Saturday morning, then the afternoon rolled around. We were playing around in the kitchen, cooking. He wanted lamb for dinner, he'd never had it before.

It was in the oven, and I was kneading the dough, for the bread he was teaching me to make. "Bambi, you're being too rough, let me show you." He said, calling me the nickname that made me smile. He came behind, two feet above me, his hard stomach was pressed against my back.

His big rough hands, held mine tenderly. He showed me the correct way to knead, having him so close sent a wave of lust through me. My pheromones were released, and I knew because Cyrus groaned and drove his nose into my neck. "Did you take your blockers? He asked.

"I didn't need them." I said. "Just cause you can't smell yourself doesn't mean you don't need them. You were sexually active, and now you aren't, I can smell how ready you are... Do it for me please, because I really wanna honor my promise to Trevor." He said. "Or we could have a quickie right here before dinners done," I said, pushing my ass back in his crotch.

He caught my hips and held me still. "Don't make me get my belt, behave." He warned. "I like a little pain, I'm almost eighteen, what's a few months?" I asked, turning in his arms to look up at him.

"No. Now go take your blockers." He said, "I'm out." I lied. His face fell, and he eyed me suspiciously. "I'm serious." He said. "So am I, I wanna fuck," I said, staring him dead in the eye. "I'm not going to statutorily rape you." He responded.

"Look, I'm out of hormone blockers, and it's that time of the month, even if you go out and get me some, I won't take them. Come on Cyrus, I've been patient, I've been such a good boy... can we please do it." I begged.

His body was responding, even while his face didn't show it. He started to sweat and the smell triggered more of my pheromones.

"Stop it." He demanded, walking away from me, he was making it difficult, so I started to strip, my shirt and pants came off before he noticed. He faced me just as I was peeling off my underwear.

"What the fuck!?" He shouted, his face full of anger, yet he was basically hyperventilating with how fast he was breathing, his eyes all over me. "Come on Cy, bend me over this counter and give me what I'm begging for," I demanded.

He looked away from me, and when he looked back his eyes were lower, sharper. Lustful.

His eyes stayed locked on me, as he swiftly undressed. His body was everything I imagined, it was tight and powerful. His girth hung proud, standing in front of his huge balls.

Naked he stormed towards me and yanked me towards him. His lips devoured mine, and my mini-me shot up. His lips found the tender spot beneath my neck, and my left leg disappeared.

He had to hold me up, and when I needed air the most, he pulled back and spun me around; pushing me against the granite countertop. My hips would be bruised, but with his hands all over me, I could barely feel anything else.

"Bend over." He growled, and I obeyed, leaning my chest and stomach across the counter. His big hands ran down my back, stopping at and kneading my ass. "You're dripping wet." He groaned, running his thumb down my crack, touching my quivering hole.

The sound of a wounded animal, poured outta me, when his tongue lapped over my hole, he flicked my bud twice then drove his tongue inside. "Your lube tastes so good Bambi." He said, running the tip of his tongue all around my entrance.

My bravery faltered as I felt him stand, his hard-on slapping between my cheeks. I could feel how big he was, how wide, he wasn't super long, but he was long enough and very wide.

"No running." He said, driving his tongue deeper. I grunted feeling my dick jump, precum drooling down on the floor. "I'm gonna milk you Bambi because I need you to relax and open up." He said, before assaulting my prostate with his fingers and tongue.

He worked my hole for who knows how long until I could feel it throbbing. "You're so wet, it's like lotion." He said, kissing up my spine. He slapped his swollen tip against my hole, teasing me. I gave a needy moan, and he laughed.

I almost broke a nail with how hard I scraped the granite when his fat tip broke pass my pucker. "Fuck." Cyrus moaned, pushing deeper in. "Do it, gimme what I want." I pleaded, and he gave me what I wanted. He started a steady rhythm, making me wetter.

He pulled out and spun me around, lifted me on the counter and slipped back inside. He pulled me towards him and attacked my lips, he fucked me fast, and I just know he's back and arms were littered were scratch marks.

He had me screaming, he kept wrecking my nerves. It was the best sex I ever had, and when I finally came for the last time, he came with me. "Don't tell Trevor." He panted
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