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Good Girls Love Thugs 1-5
Falling for a Hood King 1-4
Married to a Distinguished Thug 1-3
She’s Gotta Have It 1-2
Me & My Dope Boy 1-3
Yazir & Nina 1-3
Forbidden Love with a Thug 1-3
You Needed Me 1-3
Shorty is in Love with a Real One 1-4
I Got Your Back 1-2
My Baby Is a West Coast King 1-4
Our Love Is the Realest 1-3
She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 1-4
She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta: An AK Christmas Hood Boyz Fall In Love Too 1-3
Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 1-4
She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 1-5
Contents
Camarih
1. Camarih Terranova
2. Houston “Tony Wacko” Terranova
3. Joy Brixton
4. Rahim Cambridge
5. Nehemiah Van Buren
6. Camarih
7. Shanece Bias
8. Eitan Wright
9. Jilly Terranova
10. Tony Wacko
11. Rubie Bailey
12. Rahim
13. Nehemiah
14. Camarih
15. Shanece
16. Eitan
17. Jilly
18. Tony Wacko
19. Rubie
20. Rahim
21. Nehemiah
22. Camarih
23. Shanece
24. Eitan
25. Jilly
26. Tony Wacko
27. Camarih
28. Rubie
29. Rahim
30. Nehemiah
31. Camarih
32. Shanece
33. Eitan
34. Jilly
35. Tony Wacko
36. Rubie Wright
37. Camarih
38. Rahim
39. Tony Wacko
Camarih Terranova
Copyright © 2020 by Shvonne Latrice
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Camarih
The Night Before…
The sound of light knocking on my hotel room door jolted me from my sleep. I wasn’t really asleep though, because I was anxious about tomorrow. Even the softness and plushness of these bed sheets at the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills couldn’t make me drift off quite like I’d wanted to.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The knocking sounded off again, making me grab my iPhone to check the time. Seeing it was 1 a.m., I threw the covers off, swung my feet off the side of the bed, and put on a deep frown as I checked on my sleeping baby in his travel crib before padding to the door.
This suite I was in wasn’t the smallest in the least, and because of how tired I was, despite my inability to actually fall asleep, I was hating having to travel through it at the moment.
Peering through the peephole, I spotted sexy Tony. He wasn’t dressed up, only in a zip up hoodie, white t-shirt, black Adidas track pants, socks, and slides. Like always, a watch adorned his wrist, and I licked my lips at his side profile as he looked off.
“Camarih.” He spoke my name in his deep voice. The scowl he wore out of irritation made me giggle, so I finally opened the door.
“Houston, you ca—”
Before I could even finish my sentence, he’d come into the room, gripping my body tightly in his strong arms, and pressing his pillow soft lips against mine. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, and I reciprocated as his big hands grabbed roughly at my ass. Although I had on a silk nightgown, I could feel every grope and grasp. We were only kissing, but I was already moaning into his mouth as he backed me further into the room. The door was heavy as hell, so it shut itself as Tony and I paid attention only to one another in the very dim hotel suite.
“I missed yo’ ass.” He groaned lowly, swooping me up with ease and wrapping my legs around his body. That alone had me ready to do whatever it was he wanted me to.
“I missed you too,” I whispered back, feeling the seat of my panties become damper by the second.
“How much you miss yo’ nigga?” He sucked hard on my neck while using one hand to hold my body up against the wall, and the other to rub against my pussy with the perfect amount of pressure. “Damn, I got you wet already.” He chuckled sexily in between sucking my neck, making me cum somehow. “Answer the question.”
“I’ve been thinking about you being in my throat all day.” I spoke honestly and smirked when he gave me a look.
With the quickness, he let me down to my knees, and I got right to helping him get his dick out. He snaked his fingers through my golden curls as I began to tease the thick tip with my tongue. Slowly, I took more of him into my mouth, allowing the head to hit the back of my throat.
“I like when you do that shit.” He peered down at me. “Look at me,” he ordered, and I obliged as he glided in and out of my mouth. He bit down on his lip, moaning softly, which was so sexy to me. “You a nasty bitch, huh?” Tony growled as I went harder, letting my saliva coat his dick as I bobbed on it.
For a moment, I used my hand to satisfy him, while working my tongue on his balls, and then came up to get back to work. His moans got louder, so he took me off, picking me up swiftly and carrying me to the bed as we kissed.
Throwing me down onto the bed, Tony finished undressing, making sure I didn’t move. When completely naked and looking like a piece of artwork, he hovered over me, tonguing me down as he ripped my panties and tore off my thin gown.
“I should be waiting until I’m married for this,” I whispered jokingly. “This is bad luck, Houston, for us to see each other before tomorrow.”
He put my legs over his forearms, spreading them widely as he suckled my bottom lip.
“I ain’t seen yo’ ass all fucking day. I couldn’t wait.” He forced his way inside of me before I could reply.
I’d been getting this dick for a while, but every time, it had me paralyzed upon first entrance. Tony was very well endowed and knew exactly how to work it on top of that. He could fuck me for ten seconds and I’d cum… hard. It was a mixture of the dick size, stroke game, my obsession and love for him, and how fine he was.
He started slowly, and it felt so good that I could only stare him in the eyes as I cried softly, digging my nails into his shoulders. Already I was about to let one go, and he knew it, which was why he watched my face with anticipation. His rhythm, along with that length and girth, caused me to explode, soaking his rod and the sheets under me.
“Mmm.” I whimpered, as he placed his palms flat to the bed with my legs over his forearms, in order to lock me in place while he beat it up. Because I was wet, you could easily hear every single time he plunged into me.
“Trying to make me moan like a bitch, Camarih,” Tony stated before groaning softly out of pleasure as he pounded between my legs while biting his bottom lip.
Moments later, I was releasing yet again, body trembling as Tony tended to my erect nipples. He trailed his kisses downward until his head was between my legs, and in one motion, slid out of me to begin eating my pussy. He hadn’t even been sucking my clit for long, and I was already on the verge of an explosion.
Although I loved him and he was to be my husband, I hated how addicted to his sex I was.
His large hands roamed my body, gripping my breasts firmly as he ate my pus
sy, which was drenched the way he liked it. He moaned and groaned like he was basking in a five-star meal, and seeing his handsome face between my legs was too much to bear.
“Don’t fucking move,” he demanded, keeping my legs open since my knees tried to come together as I came again.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched him in amazement, caressing his soft, kinky hair as he went to town on my middle.
“Ahh, baby.” I sniveled loudly, feeling like I was going to black out as I wound my hips against his face, resulting in me finishing so violently that my thigh was able to slip from his binding grasp.
“Fuck, I love making yo’ fine ass cum.” Tony rose up on his knees, staring at me somewhat evilly, which was a turn on.
Although I was spent, he flipped me over in a millisecond, smacked and grabbed my ass cheeks so hard that it made me bite my lip, and then positioned my hips in the air so he could enter me. My body collapsed after some good, hard pumps, doggy-style, but Tony didn’t let up. He came right down with me, slipping his hand around to toy with my clit while he beat it up.
My voice box disappeared as tears slipped from my eyes due to the euphoric feeling.
“Houston…” I called his name once I found my vocal cords.
Our skin clapped together loudly as hell, all the while gliding against one another due to the sweat we’d accumulated. Tony sucked on the side of my neck while fucking me with his immaculate stroke game, and I was so wet I could feel the dampness on my inner thighs.
“You know you gon’ be my bitch forever, right?” He gripped the front of my neck, brought my body up some with his, and pounded me so hard my lips parted, but no sound was available. “Shit.” He grumbled lowly to himself, and in order to hear it again, I started throwing it back how he liked.
Soon, we were moaning together, one of his hands grabbing at my ass, and the other around the front of my neck as he hammered my pussy from the back. I looked over my shoulder to see his pulsing abs, his sexy chisled body covered in tattoos, and the sight made me release just as he came inside of me.
Before I could even catch my breath, he put me onto my back, laid in between my legs, and started to tongue me down nastily.
“I love you, Houston.”
“I love you too,” he replied as he pinned my hands above my head, kissing my lips, cheek, neck, and breasts.
“You better always love me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He stopped to look down into my eyes, so I shrugged. “You weird as fuck. One minute, you the type to curse me out and acting ghetto. Next, you freaky as fuck, deep throating my dick, then now you acting shy in front of yo’ nigga.”
I giggled.
“So.”
“I like that weird shit though. Feels like I got three bitches.” He chuckled huskily when I rolled my eyes.
“Well you only have one, and after tomorrow, I’m the only one you’re ever gonna have. I’m gonna be the only sex you get, and you’re gonna see me all the time.”
“Same shit I do now.” He got off me. “You trying to scare me or some shit?”
“No, just making sure you know.” I turned on my side to admire his side profile since he was on his back. My baby boy looked just like him. “You sure you want to get married?”
“Nah, I don’t. I just wanna get married to yo’ ass.”
“Why?” I lowered my lids.
I admit I was afraid he would change his mind and leave me standing there at the altar like a fool. No, he hadn’t done anything to make me feel this way, but if you knew Tony Wacko like I did, he wasn’t exactly what one pictured as the marrying type. On the flip side, he was everything a woman would want in a husband: a provider, made me feel safe, the dick was amazing, he was smart, a hustler, great father, and treated me like a hood princess.
“Yo’ pussy is good, you can cook, I like being around you, you fine, ass is fat, titties are perfect, that face you make when I’m fucking you, and how yo’ little voice be trembling and shit when I’m killing the pussy—“
“Oh my gosh.”
“You gave me a baby, and a bunch of other shit.” He smirked at me, and I blushed like an idiot. “Bitch like you ain’t supposed to be a girlfriend for long. Knowing what a nigga knows, if you was another nigga’s hoe right now, I would wife you first date.”
My heart fluttered at his words, even though he called me a bitch… and a hoe.
“Bitch and hoe?”
“Woman.” He turned to face me, embracing my body and kissing me gently. “The only woman I acknowledge other than my fucking mama and sister. Rest of these hoes is bitches,” he explained seriously, making me smirk. “Damn, after tomorrow, I’m gon’ have a legal contract saying I’m yo’ nigga for life and can kill any muthafucka that tries to get in yo’ fucking face.”
“Houston, that’s not what marriage means.” I chuckled.
“That’s what that shit mean to me.” His serious expression switched to a grinning one before he added, “Shit, I’m excited as fuck. I’m gon’ get a new choppa to celebrate.”
He was insane. I never knew anyone whose day could be improved by beating someone up or shooting at them, until I met Houston Terranova.
“Please don’t—”
“Fuck you doing up, opening doors for niggas at this time of night?”
“I saw you through the peephole, baby.”
“Nah, before that, you hopped yo’ ass up and came straight to the door, not even knowing who the fuck I was. Keep flirting out here in these fucking streets, Camarih.”
Laughing, I replied, “Flirting? I would never.” I nuzzled my body closer into his.
“I know. Yo’ ass ain’t crazy; plus, the pussy is molded to this dick. I’d know if anything in them walls was out of place.”
“You’re so vulgar,” I said just before we started to kiss hungrily, still hugging.
We talked for a little more before going to have a bath together and brushing our teeth. He hovered over our baby’s crib for a few minutes, watching him sleep, then kissed us both before heading to the door to go back to his room. I didn’t want him to leave, but I kept that to myself. I was so clingy with him, and I was never the clingy girlfriend type.
“Houston, wait!” I got out of the bed to catch him. “Never mind,” I stated as he towered over me, awaiting my next words.
A sexy smile spread across his face before he brought me in, using only one arm. The Hermés cologne he wore was still embedded in his hoodie, smelling oh so nice.
“You don’t want a nigga to leave, huh?”
“No, that’s not it,” I lied.
“Aye,” he made me look up into his eyes, “I told you I don’t mind that clingy shit with you. If you ain’t on my dick, that mean you on another nigga’s shit.” He pecked me softly, sending chills down my spine.
We kissed for a few seconds more, and then he scooped me up bridal style to carry me back to the bed as I cheesed like a child. He put me in the bed and kissed me deeply.
Then he went down and pecked my pussy through my panties before saying, “I love you,” to it.
“Houston, get out!” I smacked his shoulder as he laughed, standing upright and leaving.
Moments later, I drifted off with a smile on my face.
Hello, Mrs. Houston Terranova….
“Wow, Camarih, you look perfect.” Jilly smiled at me as she held my son in her lap. I grinned at them both.
“Thank you.”
“Yes, girl. I would marry your ass,” Rubie added, rubbing her small pregnant belly as the room laughed.
My son began to whine, so I looked his way and blew him a kiss, causing him to stop and giggle cutely.
“He is such a little ham.” Jilly kissed his plump cheek as Shanece, the stylist, and makeup artist made sure I looked nothing less than perfect in the mirror.
“I know. He wants all of my attention, all the time.”
“He’s been watching his mama closely ever since she gave him to Jilly,” Shanece commented.
After a few minutes, I was ready to go, so I got down from the elevated step I was on and allowed the stylist to pull my veil down over my face.
Tony and I were getting married at this huge gated mansion in Bel Air. We almost got married at our home, but Tony didn’t want all these muthafuckas in his house; his words, not mine.
My wedding planner, Tia, let me know that everyone was waiting for me, so my friends left out to go partner up with Tony’s groomsmen to walk down the aisle.
“You ready?” My father smirked at me when I met him at the end of the hall.
I kind of didn’t want him to walk me because our relationship wasn’t repaired just yet, but I figured he was better than nobody. Tony was gonna have one of his Crip homies do it, so I preferred my dad.
“Of course.”
I took a deep breath, and once the soft, angelic music began to play and everyone was in their places, I started down the aisle. Tony stared at me intensely, waiting, and it made me simper to see how into me he was. The way he looked at me, I’d only ever seen such an expression in those romance movies. He looked so handsome in his all-white tux with the royal blue bowtie, giving him that thuggish gentleman appeal.
“I got her, nigga,” Tony let my dad know, and nodded for him to go sit down.
As soon as Tony freed me from my father, his hands were all over me, as he brought me into his body to kiss my neck.
“Houston, stop.” I nudged him off as everyone snickered at his fresh ass.
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