She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy by Anjela Day Read Free Book Online Page B

the bags she’d just bought me. “Look at this Gucci, Trues, Polo. This nigga is a spoiled brat.”
    She walked into my closet and tossed everything out. Jordan’s Nikes Gucci!
    “ I should burn it all!  In fact, it’s all mine. Yo ass can wear K-mart shit like the rest of the little niggas in the hood you want to be a part of. I am so disappointed in you. Get dressed now! We are going to K mart.”
    “ Ma’ you fuckin tripping,” I said.
    “Oh , now you’re cussing at me?” my mother looked at me like a mad woman. My father dropped his head and just watched my mother flip out.
    “ No ma'am but…” she stepped into my space and I couldn’t help but laugh because I was 6’3 and my moms was 5’6.
    “I will fuck you up Sacario Lamar Alton Jr. !”
    “ Man dad, get her.”
    “Come on Nya lets go to bed !” my dad ordered, forcing a screwed face to form on my mother’s brow.
    “Who are you baby?” my mother asked Italy. She just stared back at my mother like a stray puppy. “Well do you have a name?”
    “Venice ,” Italy whispered.
    “ Venice, really?”
    “Yes Mrs. Alton ,” Italy said damn near shaking. All I could do is look to my father who was leaned up against the wall watching.
    “ My name is Marks, not Alton!” My mother said looking to my father for a rebuttal “Your mother have any idea where you are Venice?”
    “No , Ma’am”
    “Come on ma ’ don't do this,” I pleaded with her feeling bad for Italy.
    “I told yo’ ass to get dressed!” My mom yelled at me, and again I looked to my dad.
    “ Since it’s 11 p.m., I won’t make you go home, but y’all not gon’  be fucking in my house again. Sacario get her toothbrush, and rags, something to sleep in, and take her to the guestroom. I will take you home in the morning,” my mother spoke freely.
    “ Deuce, do as yo’ mother say’s! Mrs. Alton, lets go to bed! NOW.” My father finally took charge and grabbed my mother her waist and guided her to the door.
    “ Do not fuckin’ touch me Sacario! As for you; trust I want her in the guest room when I make fuckin’ rounds.” my mother ordered.
    “Fuck you talking to man? Get ya’ ass in the room!” my father said and forcefully pulled my mother out of the room and slammed the door.
    Venice jumped out of bed put on the boxers and t-shirt I had given her. I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Man you good. My pops will deal with my mom. She just got this thing about me always being her baby. Come on lay back down,” I told Italy as I pulled at her waist.
    “No , I got to go,” she whined.
    “Why ?”
    “ Yo’ mom said—”
    “ She said take you to the guest room. You really want to sleep in the guest room?”
    “No , but…”
    “ Alright if you really think that way, I will stay in the guest room.”
    I handed her the TV remote , grabbed my pillow, and walked down to guest room. I lay in the bed looking at the wall thinking how good Italy’s pussy felt. I would never tell her that I had been with other girls, but never without a condom, and never had I felt anything that good. I put my hands over my face and sighed. Fuck I took the condom off . I closed my eyes and heard the door open.
    “Ma ’ she in my room.” The door closed and I could feel a warm touch on my stomach. “Um, what you are doing in here?”
    “I couldn’t sleep”
    “Why not?”
    “I don't know I guess I miss yo’ touch”
    I pulled her shorts down and slid my fingers back inside her warm pussy, feeling it instantly juice up for me.
    “ Um baby.” I crawled on top of her and slid my pipe in. She whined for a few minutes before she let me go deep. Nonetheless, Italy took the dick like a pro.
    “This is my shit bae! Don't let nobody else in it, ok?” I said going deep. I didn't even realize how hard I was going until she began to cry.
    “You hear me ? ”
    “Yes ,” she cried as she raised her hips to meet my dick. I slid my tongue in her mouth.
    “I love you Sacario , I love