Ghetto

Chapter 30

My 6 weeks is finally up, I can have sex again! FINALLY! Not to sound thirsty, but I been craving some good dick. Not from August though, I promised myself I wasnt fucking him no more. I know yall like 'bye the end of this chapter they gone fuck' but its not gone happen!

I honestly don't know who I'm gone get what I want from. I don't know no other guys besides August, Chris and Trey but they not options. I just wanna go to the club, find a sexy ass man, fuck him senseless, then go on with my life. But we all know thats not happening. After what happened with Jay, I got some serious trust issues.

Anyways, tonight I'm going to August concert as his date. I wanted to refuse at first, but then I thought about all the girls that would be there and I gladly accepted it. Even though me and August ain't together and we just friends, I don't wanna see him with another girl after everything we been through in the past year. The twins are staying with my daddy and Falon for the weekend, they said they wanted to get to know them and spend some time with they grandchildren, I'm completely fine with that.

I took me a long ass shower and washed my hair. I got out and did the rest of my hygiene things, making sure to lotion my body down. August said he picked out my outfit for me and then he said I couldn't see it until it was time for me to get dressed. I'm standing here butt ass naked and I don't see no outfit out for me. I grabbed my phone and dialed August number.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Nigga, where the hell is my outfit?" I said through the phone.

"Oh shit..I'm on my way wit it now." He said, hanging up before I got a chance to cuss his ass out. Even though the concert don't start till another 3 hours, I still wanted to get ready early so I could go to Lauren house and see what she thought of the outfit August supposedly picked out. But now my plans ruined cause this dick head ass nigga wanna forget shit.

I didn't even bother putting on no clothes, ain't no point cause I'm gone have to take them right off. I layed down on my bed and started flipping through channels looking for something to watch. Then I heard August heavy ass footsteps coming up the stairs.

"About time jackass." I said, eyeing the box that was in his hand.

"Shutup, but hey baybeh." He said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed for the box, but he snatched it out of my reach. "Nah, you gotta give me a kiss befo' I give you dis." He said.

"Really August? Stop playing and let me see." I whined. He shook his head and kept that dumb ass grin on his face.

I sighed before giving him a quick peck on the lips. But yall know August, and of course he pulled me back to his face and attacked my lips. I kissed back, but after a while I tried to pull back. He bit my bottom lip, and after a while I just stopped fighting. He started feeling on my enter thighs and his thumb touched my pearl. He knew I would tell him to stop, so he didn't break the kiss.

He played with my other set of lips while occupying my first set with a passionate kiss. I moaned against his lips when I felt one of his fingers go inside me. I would be lying like hell if I said I didn't want this. I parted my legs a little bit more so he could have easier access. He continuously moved his finger in and out of me, while I continuously let out moans against his lips.

Once he was sure he had me where he wanted me, he finally pulled away for air but he kept his fingers going at they steady pace. I bit my lip and threw my head back and just as I was about to cum, he stopped.

"Why the fuck you stop?" I said.

"So I ca' show you da outfit, duh mama." He said.

"Get yo ass back over here and finish what you started." I said. Sorry if I'm coming off aggressive, I just hate being left hot and ready by a fine ass nigga like August.

"Nah, we just friends. Friends don't do stuff like dat dea' Karmen." He said, using my own words against me. I scoffed and fixed my towel so that it was covering my body.

"Just show me the damn outfit August." I said with a attitude. He chuckled and pulled the outfit out the box.

He pulled it out the box and layed it on the bed. It was a floral crop sweatshirt with a capital A for August on it, some distressed boyfriend jeans, some black strappy wedges, gold earings, a black MK tote bag, and some pink MAC lip stick. I was amazed at how well the outfit fit together, coming from just a nigga.

"So which one of your hoes you let pick this out?" I asked. He let out a deep and irritated sigh before answering me.

"Man chill with dat shit Karmen. You won't even let a nigga do sum nice fa' ya' ungrateful ass wit out you assuming I let some bitch pick it out. I swea' you need ta' stop being so fucking insecure and realize dat all I want is you." He said, now getting angry.

"Nigg- you know what, I'm not even gone start a argument with you. Can you please leave so I can get dressed?" I said, stopping myself before I cussed his punk ass ass out. I'm no where near insecure.. Or at least I don't think I am. Hell, to me I'm the absolute baddest bitch alive, so what the fuck I gotta be insecure for?

"It ain't like its something I ain't neva' seen befo'." He said, with a smirk.

"Nigga." I said, pointing towards the door. He sighed and stood up.

"Aight you win dis time, but only ca' I gotta get ready to." He said, walking out the room.

I did my hair bone straight and put on my clothes. I put some lipstick on and looked at myself in the mirror, I must admit..I look hella fine. I love the way these jeans show off all my extra curves I got from the babies.

"You ready mama?" August asked, coming back in the room. He looked me up and down and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back at his outfit. He had on a black and white versache shirt, some light washed Levis, some custom made shoes he got from some chick, and black and white bandana tied around his head. He look sexy as hell.

"Yeah I'm ready." I said, grabbing my bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked out. It was a orange aventador limo parked in front of my house. I'm assuming its orange cause thats August favorite color. My facial expression must have been priceless, cause August looked down at me and let out a chuckle.

"We riding in that?" I asked. He just nodded his head and led me over to the limo. He must got some serious ass bank if we riding in this expensive ass thing. The driver got out the front seat and opened the door for us. August let me get in first, before he got in behind me and I just could feel his eyes on my ass.

"See something you like?" I asked with a smirk.

"Hell yeah. Driver roll up da partition please." He said, quoting the one and only bae Beyonce. I laughed but the driver really rolled up the partition while August stared at me with hungry and lustful eyes.

"You lookin' mighty fine miss." He said. I giggled and he scooted closer to me. 'We ain't get ta' finish what we started at da house ya know.." He whispered, breathing down my neck. I instantly felt my panties get wet, but I decided to play with him a little.

"You right daddy." I said, getting on his lap and straddling him. I cupped his face and placed a warm, soft kiss on his lips while he gripped my hips. I smirked against his lips and broke it while sliding off his lap. "And we not gone finish, cause we friends August." I said. His face showed he was ready to beat my ass and I couldn't help but let my laughter fill the limo.

"You think dats funny mama? Its cool, I'll get dat ass back." He said. I continued laughing at him while he mugged me.

August did so damn good at the concert and I was planning on rewarding him when he dropped me off at home but his ass ain't even come in. Oh well, thats his loss.