Molly the Maid || YG400 [Editing]

ten.

Azariah
"This not gone be an every week thing!" I looked over my shoulder at YG, I was on all fours waiting for him to enter me. He forcefully entered me gripping both sides of my waist. I was in so much pleasure that I couldn't curse him out. I put my face in the middle to muffle my moans.

"What was that?" He said through gritted teeth as he smacked my ass. He speed up his pace. I tried matching his speed throwing my ass back on him.

"Right there daddy!" I moaned as he rotated his hips moving in and out of my tight walls.

After a few round in the bedroom and shower we laid in my bed cuddling. We usually have sex at his house but the boys were home. Once a while we would find time between his busy schedule and the guys not being home to have sex but, we both were craving each other's touch so my house would just have to do it for now.

"You not my daddy." I pouted. I was sick of him telling what to do. He was making me go out with him tonight to some club appearance. I'm a homebody! Wifi and food is all I need to enjoy myself.

"I was earlier!" I put my face in his chest hiding the fact that I was blushing.

"You was just ... It was just." I bursted out laughing. "I know not to call you daddy anymore!"

"I prefer papi anyways."

"That's cute!" I rolled my eyes.

"Why you so-"

"Zari the Ferrari!" I heard Mila yell from down the hall. I quickly stood up from my bed grabbing YG's stuff. I couldn't let Mila see him ... not now anyway.

"Go ... go in the closest." I whispered pushing his clothes into his chest leading him to the closet.

"Zaria the Ferrari!" I turned around making my way back to the bed.

"Fuck you naked for?" Mila asked standing in my door. I looked down at my matching bra and panty set.

"I was just about to get in the shower."

"Ight, Zari the Ferrari!" She laughed shaking her head.

"Stop calling me that!" She was always coming up with dumb ass nick names for me.

"Not my fault you ride niggas like Ferraris." She shrugged her shoulders before throwing her head back having a laughing fit.

"When you say that you make it seem like I just having sex with random niggas."

"I mean you might!" She threw her hands up surrendering. "I don't care what you do in your spare time. That's your life not mine."

"Shut up! I'll meet you in the living room let me get dressed." I rushed her out of the room. Once she was out of the room I closed the door and walked back over the closet YG was in.

"Why aren't you dressed stupid?" He was still in his boxers and white nylon tube socks.

"Cause I'm tied of sneakin around! I ain't no side nigga or is I'm?" He titled his head to the side staring at me.

"No!" I simply answered not wanting this to lead into a unnecessary argument.

"Ight so let Mila know you my bitch!" He yelled putting back on his capri shorts.

"Lower your voice! I'm not your bitch!" I placed my hands on my hip shifting my weight to right foot.

"Can yo-" I was to focused on trying to keep YG quiet that I hadn't noticed Mila walk back into the room or even open the door for that matter.

"What's goin on here?" She stepped closer to us pointing between us.

"Fuckin, suckin, rubbin!" YG said bluntly. I punched him in his arm with all my might. Now was not the time for his bullshit.