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[*] posted on 16-6-2014 at 06:19 PM


Fuckkkkkk…As many times as Derrick had imagined what it would feel like to have those hips in his hands, that ass on his dick...ugh. He never would have imagined it would feel like this. Every vibration the friction between them caused was amplified tenfold thanks to The Big C. Derrick might have taken the time to close his eyes and savor the moment, but he was leading them. He hadn’t been wrong when he guessed it at the table, Devyn was gone off that liquor and he wasn’t even sure how it happened. He’d only seen her drink one drink and take one pull. Dev wasn’t no lightweight, it...wait. What the fuck did it matter how the fuck she got fucked up?! He just needed to thank his lucky fucking stars that he was here. Now. With Devyn Devereaux bent the fuck over in front of him making her left cheek jump on his dick. This was the best fucking birthday party of ALL FUCKING TIME.

The hand he had at her hip shifted forward, resting right below her belly button as she flipped her hair over one shoulder and looked back at him. “Damn, Dev…” She wasn’t fucking around. If the dance hadn’t been working on getting him hard, the look on her face when she turned to him would have been an instant boner. Her eyes were these sexy ass slits that he wasn’t even sure she could see through, she was biting her lip and Derrick almost lost it when she fucking licked them. Gotdamnnn. It was like that?

He was so glad when Devyn finally dropped his other hand. Hers came to his thigh, her fingers pinching at his pants to keep herself steady. His? His had began a slow progression over her perfect curves. Starting at her shoulder, moving down her back...he was being careful...and she wasn’t telling him to stop. Hell, fucking right she wasn’t telling him to stop. He knew when baby just wanted to be touched. He was answering that request as his hand kept moving, meeting the other one at her stomach but going lower…He pulled gently at the hem of her dress, his fingers grazing the skin of her thigh...he was so fucking close…His “finger fucking in the club” thoughts paused as Devyn stood, arching her ass into him as one of her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers lightly raking over his fade.

“I’ll break them-,” she said, just loud enough for Derrick to hear, her head resting on his shoulder. Oops. Too Far? Nahhh. She just needed to see what they could do. That no could turn into multiple yesses.

“Come on, Dev-,” he licked his lips before he brought them to her ear, pulling her lobe in for just a second. “Just relax, babe. I got you.”




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[*] posted on 16-6-2014 at 07:09 PM


Koi would've been lying if he said his eyes didn't near 'bout roll into the back of his fucking head when Taylor's dirty little tongue flicked against his earlobe, her lips closing around it. Everything felt good. On that 80 proof, on that good white, and that kush? He was elevated and he never felt more fucking awake, his nerves erupting when her lips touched him. His head leaned into her lips for a second, but his eyes were still on Devyn and Derrick. He couldn't say that he didn't feel some type of way about Devyn out there with his boy, her ass so far in his crotch that he Derrick was about to lose his fucking mind. But it was his birthday. He deserved a little bit of fun and the shit Devyn was doing to him on the floor? Yeah, he was having it. About as much fun as Taylor was trying to have with Koi. And they was she was working those lips? She could've. They could've had a lot of fucking fun...even if his head was telling him something serious about Taylor. Serious shit like "fuck no" and "nigga, I wouldn't". He heard it...but uh, his dick was having a hard time listening.

The only thing distracting him was Devyn. She was so gone. He could tell because he'd seen her this twisted before. And usually when she was this drunk? It led to things getting a lot more friendly and they started doing a lot less talking and a lot more undressing. The way she was moving on Derrick, he knew that would be coming sooner than later. Her hips were winding, dirty and real fucking reckless. And that ass was getting more than comfortable as the song kept playing. Derrick looked like he was having the time of his damn life, his hands roaming her body.

"Koi? You okay, baby?" Taylor's hand turned his face towards her, her eyes looking into his asking the same question that her mouth just had. With his gaze off of Devyn and Derrick, he felt the pressure in his jaw. He'd been grinding his teeth. And his face felt...hot as fuck. His eyebrows were furrowed. Shit. His expression softened quickly, his hand on Taylor's.

"Yeah. I'm good." With another glance towards Derrick and Devyn, he turned to Taylor again.

"Wait here for me..." He scooted out of the booth, his eyes on a waitress making his way with an order to another booth. He intercepted her, his hand going around her waist as he smiled down at her, taking a drink off of her tray, a "lemme hold this" on his lips. Didn't matter what the fuck it was. Anything would do the job.

Without pausing, he made his way to Derrick and Devyn, her arm wrapped around his neck, whispering something in his ear. Koi's jaw stiffened as he got closer, tapping on his boy's shoulder.

"The team's tryna do a birthday shot with you, nigga." He yelled over the music, forcing the drink into his hand and pointing him into the direction of the booth full of most of their teammates. He caught Devyn's hand and pulled her in front of him, his hands immediately going to her hips, pulling her into him.





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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 05:51 AM


Derrick was in heaven. She could tell by the tent his pants were trying to pitch and the groans that he probably thought she didn’t hear. She wasn’t going to lie though, she was having fun with him. Even if he was a little handsy, he wasn’t doing so much that she needed to stop him. Not yet, anyway. No, Devyn didn’t particularly care for Derrick most of the time, but he was a good guy. Annoying as hell, but good. He deserved a good time on his birthday and tonight, Devyn was the best “good” he was going to get...Or at least he was hoping, his hand sliding over her hip and to her stomach. Ha. It wasn’t happening.

But she kept dancing, her ass rolling on him as she flipped her hair over one shoulder and looked back at it. She giggled at the look on his face, rubbing a little extra on it by licking her lips. She couldn’t help but let a short laugh leave her as she finally let his hand go to get better balance. She wasn’t going to lie, everytime her feet shifted she had to readjust to keep from falling over. She was off her ass drunk...She probably shouldn’t have had those 5 back to backs at the bar earlier and she knew for a fact she was going to feel that shit in the morning. But that was a worry for another time. Currently she was worried about Derrick’s “handsyness” getting out of hand.

His hand palmed her thigh as he slowly pushed her dress higher. No. No, no. She wasn’t that damn drunk. Dev changed position, straightening up, but keeping her arch. That shit wasn’t going down. Birthday or not, she was not here for Derrick and his hands roaming into places that weren’t his to touch and she told him so. If he wasn’t careful he was going to ruin the good thing he had going for himself...but when had Derrick not done far too fucking much?

She heard herself sigh as Derrick sucked at her earlobe and told her to “relax”. Ugh. She hated boys that didn’t fucking understand “no”. She pulled away…or maybe she didn’t. Where had Koi come from? Did it matter? Not at all. The annoyance on her face faded into pure lust as Koi quickly sent Derrick off to do a team shot or some shit. Good riddance. Dev didn't even try to fight the smile on her face as Koi pulled her body into his and there was no hesitation in her kiss, her hands pulling at his jacket as her tongue slipped between his lips and continued what had started at the table. Did she care if Derrick saw? She didn’t give a shit if anybody saw!

She moaned, pulling back just long enough to speak to him, “Done playing games with with Tammy?” She kissed him again before he could answer. He damn sure was. And Devyn was done playing games. Period.




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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 03:52 PM


Koi Kidd was a fuckin' gentleman. Taylor knew it. She knew it when she decided to take an interest in him that he wouldn't be like the other niggas she'd tried and been let down by. He had prospects. He was fun as hell. He had the sexiest hazel eyes she'd seen in a while. And to top that off? Her future nigga was a mother fucking gentleman! Without even asking her, he knew how ready for drink number ? (shit, she lost count) she was! Showing him how she used her mouth refocused him, his hand covering the one she held to his face, telling her to wait for a second and he'd be right back. Guess he had the dry mouth when he was doing blow too and he knew just how much she wanted a drink. Mind reading and shit. God, he was so sexy! She watched him walk towards one of the waitresses that was working Derrick's VIP that night, taking a deep pull from the blunt he'd left behind. He spoke to her for a second, hand wrapping around her waist...and then he took a drink off her tray? Um? He grabbed what looked like dark liquor. Taylor didn't fucking drink dark...what the hell.

"What the fuck?" She muttered, watching the direction Koi'd taken off in...towards Derrick and Devyn. Heaving a huge sigh, she laughed bitterly as Koi gave Derrick the drink, pointing towards the table full of guys from KPA's basketball team...and then grabbed Devyn. That greasy bastard. So, this nigga stole a drink, dismissed Derrick and left Taylor at the fucking table. Alone. FOR DEVYN?! UGH! If Taylor hadn't been so fucking embarrassed already, she would've screamed! What the hell was so fucking serious about Devyn Devereaux. Her ass looked fake, which it probably was as the rumor was going around that she'd had her face done too. She was boring as hell and she'd been on his BOY'S dick the entire night! Maybe the rumors were true and sharing was caring, but not at the expense of TAYLOR. NO ONE out weighed TAYLOR WESTBROOKS.

"Fuck this..." She muttered, rolling her eyes as Devyn and Koi finished what they'd started behind Derrick's back (and in front of HER FACE, she might add) at the table, Koi's hands grabbing at her ass like the two fat slabs of ham that they probably were. Fuck them. FUCK that party. There was no way that she was going to sit there and keep on being dodged for some lesser hoe when she was more than Koi could've ever wanted for.

Grabbing her purse, she scouted out of the booth, pissed as hell that she'd be going home without the dick she came to this lame ass party for.





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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 04:43 PM


"The team's tryna do a birthday shot with you, nigga."

A very audible sigh of frustration left Derrick’s mouth as Koi shoved a fucking shot into his hand and pointed in the direction of the table most of the team was at. Who the fuck did he think he was fooling? The team wasn’t fucking thinking about him. Koi was blocking, LIKE HE ALWAYS DID. Fuck! Did he not get the message when he shrugged off his little tap? This was his FUCKING TIME. Koi had had two years. TWO FUCKING YEARS to fuck Devyn and move the fuck on. He hadn’t. Time was fucking up. But he was still blocking, pulling Devyn away from him before he could even respond. Fuck that! Derrick opened his mouth to tell Koi to go back to the fucking table and pop one of Taylor’s tits in his mouth, but Devyn shut him up before he could. She kissed him.

Ugh. Derrick shook his head, downing the shot as he turned away from the two of them, starting back to his booth. That kiss was supposed to be his. Devyn was so gone, she would have kissed anyone. Koi just so happened to be in the right place at the exact time she was ready to give Derrick a taste. Fuck him! Fuck! Where the fuck was Taylor?! She had one fucking job and she failed at it. Derrick thought he was working with a fucking professional! Hell, he’d seen fucking amateurs hold Koi’s attention longer the the great Taylor Westbrooks...Maybe the rumors were just that. Oh look. There she was. With an expression matching his, Taylor was getting up from her seat, probably on her way out. Ha ha hell.

“Nah, slim. If you ain’t going out there to take what’s yours have a fucking seat-,” Was he pissed? Hell yes. And it was partly her fault. “What the fuck happened, Taylor?”




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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 05:34 PM


Nah, slim... If the devil wasn't a fucking liar. Taylor couldn't get out of that party fast enough and who did she meet before she could get out of the damn booth? Oh! The idiot who invited her here! She narrowed her eyes as he spoke to her like he HIRED her for the damn event, her arms crossing over her chest. Did he really think that she owed him something because it was his birthday? Oh, fuck him twice. She didn't owe him SHIT. And for sure wasn't going to sit around while the thing that he said "wouldn't happen", DID! Oh, Derrick was full of such BULLSHIT! The kid's been asking about you. You should show up for the party, I know he'll be glad you came. Total and utter bullshit. And then, when whatever lame ass plan he constructed blew up in his face and his "homie" stole his "girl" (quotations are there for a REASON), he had the nerve to blame that shit on Taylor. Ha.

"Excuse the fuck out of YOU, Derrick Davidson." She sucked her teeth as he stared at her with apparent anger in her eyes. He was giving commands tonight, huh?

"What's mine?" She laughed darkly, her full lips smirking. "OBVIOUSLY, your boy has some-THING else on his mind tonight. So I'm out." She made to move again, but Derrick wasn't getting out of her way. What other way did she have to put it? She. Was. LEAVING.

"What happened?" Taylor pointed at the full, blatant, nasty ass show that was getting started on the floor. "That. That happened." In spite of herself, she sighed loudly and took a seat in the booth.





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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 06:01 PM


Nah, fuck that. She wasn’t leaving yet. Derrick would be damned if he ended up in a suite with the female he came with (whose name was escaping him in his frustration). He had never had a high blown so quickly, but most of the times his high was blown, Koi Kidd was the culprit. He always fucking did this. It was as if it was Koi’s mission in life to outshine him. On the court, with girls, even fucking substance abuse! Why Koi felt the insecure need to compete with Derrick on absolutely everything was beyond him, but he was sick to death of it. Had Derrick not left the Kidd Taylor? He was giving gifts on his own fucking birthday. She was down to fuck. Why was Koi still stuck on Devyn?

Derrick jaw clenched as Taylor spoke, her attitude not doing anything to ease his annoyance. Damn! He wanted her to shut the fuck up and do what the fuck she was invited to do. “Yes, yours. I’m sorry. Did I mis-fucking-speak? I thought Taylor Wesbrooks took what she wanted.” If he hadn’t been so fed up with this night he might have easily turned this odd pep-talk into something else completely. He couldn’t help but think how fucking sexy Taylor was when she was mad, her full lips pursed in annoyance, her hand on her hips as she tried to make a point. Fuck her point. Derrick scoffed as she gestured to Koi and Devyn on the floor. He wasn’t even going to look back. He knew if he did he would fucking lose it on Koi...

“So that’s it? You quit? Hm. And here I thought Taylor Westbrooks was a contender. A bitch not to be fucked with-,” he paused, running a hand over his fade and trying to get his shit together enough to really talk to her...He sighed, opening his mouth to try again.

“From what I hear, you could have the kid bending over backwards for you...you sleep tonight, or what?”




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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 06:26 PM


The truth? She'd never had to...work this hard! On anyone! Not saying that Taylor didn't have her fair share of females to move out of the way that were standing in front of what she wanted. She removed their asses, got what was hers and dropped it when she was done with it. But with Koi? God, it was like every step she took forward, Devyn took two! Playing her life, grabbing attention the second she sat at the table. Even Derrick stopped staring at her ass when Devyn Devereaux arrived. If there was one girl that Taylor could say was close to her level, it was that bitch. And not because she really was, because anyone could see that Taylor was badder. Way badder. She didn't need a huge, cellulite full ass to boost her real estate. Her tits sat, she dressed fiercer than anyone she knew and her pussy was good. Million dollar good. But niggas thirsted after Devyn like she was worth it...that made her competition. And tonight, she was showing Taylor just how fucking tough that competition was.

"Taylor does take what she wants." She rebutted Derrick's comment, her annoyance turning into a dangerous stare. Where the fuck was he going with this? Was he questioning her methods? Shit, she tried everything with Koi. That nigga did NOT want to be taken, too fucking wrapped up in whatever he was getting from Devyn to even notice that Taylor's legs were open for him that night, no questions asked.

"Where the fuck are you going with all this Derrick?" She asked, staring up at him as he stood over her, giving her a pep talk like fucking Don King. She wasn't Mike Tyson! This wasn't a fucking match. And if it was, she wasn't going back into the ring for a damn TKO. Shit! All she wanted was the Kidd's dick in it. Simple. But no, she was getting conversation she didn't want. An ego stroke in the process...but still, all of it was words. Chatter. Shit she didn't want to hear while she was watching Koi's tongue deep in Devyn's throat.

Disgusted, she looked away, sighing exasperatedly at Derrick's words. He was pissing her off!

"Sleep? What the fuck are you?" She bit back, throwing shit that she knew she saw in his face. It was obvious. The only reason why she was even there was on some distraction shit in the first place. Derrick didn't give a fuck about "his boy". He wanted Devyn. He was all in her face, stuntin' for her to impress her and when they were dancing, he looked like he was two seconds from bustin'.

"You're standing here talking to me while your boy ran interference." She smiled sweetly at him, letting him know she saw through his transparent ass. She bit her lip as she watched him.

"You sleep tonight, Derrick?" The smile melted from her face as she turned away from him again.





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[*] posted on 17-6-2014 at 07:20 PM


Derrick scoffed as Taylor told him she did take what she wanted. Ha. Didn’t seem like it. Seemed like what she wanted was on the dance floor with who he wanted. Ugh. Derrick couldn’t help the way he was feeling. He would admit it. He was salty. He wanted Devyn...like really wanted her. Yeah, he wanted to sleep with her, but sex was really just an “in” to him. He wanted her. As a person, as his girlfriend. Something Koi would never call her. So why was she wasting her time. Derrick could be really good for and to her, but she kept limiting herself to the likes of Koi Kidd. But he wasn’t focused on Devyn right now. He was talking to Taylor. Trying to figure out why Koi wasn’t balls deep in her by now. She had questions of her own though huh?

“I’m not going anywhere with it. I’m just trying to see what I’ve been wasting my time with for the last week-," Ooh. That came out harsher than he meant it to. The coke had him reckless. He opened his mouth to apologize to her but she spoke first, firing shots back at him. Oh she thought she knew him? She thought she knew what this shit was about? Maybe she was right. Maybe he could change that. Smart pawns weren’t good ones.

Sighing, he took a seat next to her. Pausing their little exchange to take a look around the club. The party hadn’t stopped. Drinks were still flowing, girls were have naked shaking ass on the nearest dude. It was still a party. His party. And he would be damned if he didn’t get his way at his own fucking party. His expression softened as he looked at her, a manufactured humility overtaking his features.

“You’re right...It’s not about Koi-,” Derrick admitted the truth. “It’s about you...” He let his eyes connect with hers as he conveyed the half truth in that statement and pushed to make it a full truth. She opened her mouth to speak and he stopped her, “Don’t call bullshit, I’m serious.” He looked away, his eyes finding the floor as he kept talking.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Taylor. You’re smart, you’re confident, you...I’m not gonna do no mushy shit with you; all I’m saying is, you deserve to have the things you want.” He paused again and let his words sink in. He didn’t want to look up at her just yet...he wasn’t done. “You wanted Koi, I wanted to give him to you.”

He looked at her then, his teeth catching his lip nervously. Was it because he was being open and honest and vulnerable? No. But Taylor didn’t have to know that.




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Taylor frowned, her eyes glaring up at Derrick as he continued to talk recklessly to her. This...was not the move. Sitting at this nigga's party and getting blamed for everything that was going wrong at it because she failed to dislodge Koi from Devyn's ass? How the hell was this her fault? Did she sign a waiver for this fucking party saying that her mouth must end up two inches away from Koi Kidd's dick by the end of the night? She thought not! Anything that she planned or didn't plan to do with Koi was her fucking business, not some distraction for Derrick so he could get his fucking dick wet in Devyn's puss! Of all the fucking things she was sick of, tonight was one. She shouldn't have sat down. She should've ignored Derrick's little bitch fit and high tailed her ass out of there, chalking tonight's "L" up to the fact that Koi would never see outside of Devyn's rotund ass and his own ignorance in ignoring Taylor. But no, she was still at the Rex, listening to Derrick's bitching and moaning.

With a scathing side-eye, she scooted over as he lowered himself into the booth beside her. Didn't he have somewhere else to be than beside her, making her life even more miserable? The answer was obviously "no", her sigh joining his as he sat. He was quiet for awhile, looking around at the party that was going on without him. His party. And there he was, sitting next to Taylor, looking miserable. God, she almost felt sorry for him. She actually would have, you know, if hadn't just blamed his pitiful existence on HER. But it was...sad. His whole vibe had changed because of his inability to get Devyn. Fucking sad.

You're right...She knew she was. She always was. Just like she was right about the fact that Koi was wasting his time on Devyn. And so was he. Wait...what? It was about her? Okay that was some bullshit, and her expression said that she thought it. But he kept talking. Saying things like...how beautiful she was and how she was smart and...okay, this was bullshit. But...Taylor let him talk, listening to him talk about what she deserved...and that he wanted to give those things to her.

"First of all..." She started, pursing her lips. "I don't 'deserve' Koi. Like he's some fucking achievement. He deserves me." Rolling her eyes, she thought about her words. They were true. She was the prize to be won, not the other way around. Niggas at King's would've DIED to be in his fucking shoes and all Koi could do was ignore her for Devyn.

"Second of all..." She looked away from him. "Why do you give a damn about what I deserve?"





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So was Taylor trying to eat, or nah? Here he sat looking pitiful as fuck on his birthday feeding her sugar coated shit and hoping she’d take the fucking bait. What could he say? He kind of needed her for this. Maybe not tonight; tonight was an obvious fucking bust and he was going to go ahead and take his L on this one, but both of them could still have what they wanted...They just needed to play the long con. Not that Derrick was this master con man moving pieces around a chess board and shit. Nah. He knew real life was too complicated for that. Derrick knew he didn’t have to be twenty steps ahead...he just had to be one. One step and a well planned and immediate reaction to the random shit people do. Tonight’s immediate reaction was keeping Taylor on board with digging her claws into Koi. He had other shit he had to work on outside of that, but Taylor was what he could affect right now. And he was doing his fucking best.

When Derrick was finished saying his piece, he let the silence between the two of them linger for a bit. He was going to treat this like a negotiation. And he knew the first person to speak in a negotiation was the loser...he waited, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. It didn’t matter if she accepted what he said or told him it was all bullshit and to fuck off. As long as she didn’t walk away...and she didn’t.

Derrick fought back a smile as Taylor spoke up, telling him that Koi wasn’t some fucking prize. Well, she had that shit right. Koi was a fuck up, selfish asshole. He wasn’t trying to say anything to the contrary, Derrick had simply stated facts. She wanted Koi, “prize” or not. Derrick thought over her first point. Maybe his best hadn’t been good enough in pulling Taylor in. If all she heard was…Second of all…Got her. Why did he give a damn? Hmmm.

“Come on, Tay-,” he sighed again, leaning back into the booth as he looked up, feigning discomfort. “Don’t make me say it. I’m not good with feelings and shit…” he let his response trail off as he sat up again, this time facing her fully. “I’ll tell you this though-,” he paused, his fingers pushing a section of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. “Koi Kidd ain’t did shit to deserve you, babe…”




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I'm not good with feelings and shit... Oh, and Taylor was supposed to be? What because her pussy automatically made her proned to emotions. No, she wasn't good with them either. Only a handful of her relationships ever involved them and it certainly wasn't by choice. All that lovey dovey shit just made girls weak and delusional. And Taylor didn't have time for weak and delusional in the world she lived in. So why was it so easy for Derrick's words to itch at her ears, keeping her attention? Maybe it was the pity she felt for the birthday boy or maybe she just didn't want to be alone post-rejection. Koi's blatant diss made her feel some type of way. Not sad, just...unsure. She'd never had someone completely ignore her for another girl. She took a bitches' nigga, no hesitation. No regrets. But this time, it wasn't so easy. She couldn't get her fingers on him and she could tell there was no real desire from him to even get his fingers inside of her. And that was confusing...and irritating...and kind of interesting. Because it made her wonder just how far she would have to go to really get Koi. And she meant really get him, like that bitch Devyn had him. Wrapped around her little finger. And it was evident that Taylor had no stops. The question was, was she up for a challenge?

Koi Kidd ain't did shit to deserve you... That was truth. He hadn't. Nothing he'd done said that she should've wasted any time on him that evening. From the moment he kissed Devyn's ass in front of her, she should've been done. But...there was something about a challenge that she just couldn't turn away.

"Hm." She said, pondering Derrick's words, biting at her lip. Her eyes met Derrick's as he brushed her hair from her face behind her ear.

"And what about Devyn? Do you think she deserves you?" She asked simply, searching his eyes. She leaned on the table, crossing an arm over her chest and exposing some very purposeful cleavage.

"Because I can tell you the truth, boo." She leaned her face on her hand, biting at one of her nails. "The bitch doesn't. But you like the challenge...don't you?"





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[*] posted on 18-6-2014 at 09:00 AM



Derrick kept his eyes on Taylor’s as she thought about his words. How true they were. How right he was. How validated they made her feel. That was all he was trying to do. Validate her. Koi had completely shit on his night with his antics and it didn’t escape Derrick that Taylor was probably feeling some of the same things he was; perhaps she was feeling them differently, but the emotion was the same. Frustration and uncertainty. Why couldn’t Koi get the fuck over Devyn? Why wasn’t the shit Derrick was doing enough for her? He was jumping through more hoops than normal for Devyn and that was okay because he was positive she was worth that, but...he didn’t know...He was just uncertain.

And what about Devyn? Derrick scoffed as his eyes went back to the dance floor, Koi and Devyn having left the spot they were in for God knew where. Ugh. “Not currently-,” he answered her honestly. He did though, usually. Devyn deserved and needed a nigga on her level and Derrick was that nigga...Although Taylor didn’t think so, his lips pulling at the corners as she told him “the bitch” didn’t deserve him. His smile faded as she questioned his motivations. The challenge?

“I mean...yeah.” he paused, sliding a little closer to her and resting his hand on her knee. “I’m a man. I enjoy the chase.” He smirked at her, licking his lips as he eased in even more, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke to her. “But there’s something about the satisfaction of having what you thought you never would…” Derrick hand has trailed up her thigh with his words and come to rest at her hip. He probably should have leaned away, but damn did she smell fucking amazing…Before he could think it through all the way, his lips kissed at her earlobe before falling to her jaw line, and ending at her neck…

Devyn may not have been an option for the night, but that didn’t mean his hopes for a good time on his birthday were completely dead.




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[*] posted on 18-6-2014 at 02:27 PM


Now this answer, Taylor really wanted to hear. Mostly because she couldn't wait to find out how Derrick would justify his interest in Devyn all while telling Taylor just how "ain't shit" Koi Kidd was. Because Devyn had done the exact same thing to Derrick that Koi'd done to her that night. She'd flirted her ass off, dick teased him and then left him high in dry, dipping off to who the fuck knew where with Koi. And Taylor couldn't help but believe even further in the rumors that she heard floating around King's about the two. How Koi and Devyn had been fucking for a while. How their constant fights were so much more than just "friendly disagreements". They were lovers spats. And seeing shit play out tonight told her that the rumors were more than just that. They were truth. And what was crazy was how Derrick didn't seem to see that. He missed the shit that played out right in front of his face, like that nasty ass kiss in the booth earlier. And the fact that they'd both disappeared after tonguing each other down in the middle of the VIP. What did he think they were doing? Playing Jenga? Taylor pursed her lips as she waited for an answer.

Not currently Taylor chuckled, a "You mean, not at all..." muttered under her breath. But at least he could see that Devyn had been playing him to the left the entire night, flirting or not. And therefore, she didn't fucking deserve him. They were rowing the same boat, she and Derrick. After two people that couldn't be less deserving...yet there was something that kept the spark inside of the both of them when it came to Devyn and Koi. Something that they had to get. Something that she, for one, had to achieve. Because there was no way that she was going to end the year believing that she couldn't get Koi Kidd.

Taylor smirked at his answer, leaning away from table as he drew closer to her. So...he liked a challenge? It seemed like he did. Because from the body language, he looked like he was setting himself up for a new one. Was he flirting? His leaning closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke gave her a loud, resounding "yes". Somebody was getting bold. Maybe it was the blow. Maybe it was the weed...or the liquor. But...something warmed when he drew closer to her, this insane mixture of weed, YSL and coco butter filled her nose. Well, goddamn...

"You still talkin' about Devyn...or...?" She asked, her stare breaking away as she watched his hand trail up her thigh. He leaned closer to her his lips touching her so softly she had to honestly wonder if he'd kissed her or not. Her body shuddered slightly as it kept going, his lips resting on her neck. what the hell was she doing? Derrick Davidson? She was letting Derrick Davidson rub her up in the VIP at his party? Well, this for sure wasn't the way she saw her night ending. But...she wasn't all that disappointed. Yeah, it wasn't Koi...and it probably wouldn't mean much in the morning, but at least she didn't get dressed for nothing...and fuck it! She was horny. Niggas did it all the time. There was nothing wrong with being "down to fuck". And she was. Derrick was one luck nigga.

Her eyes closed at his touch, his hand resting on her hip, pulling her to him. Slowly her hands went to his chest, pushing him back...only to take his lips between hers, sucking them slowly before she kissed him.





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