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Chapter 2

With a laugh, De’Andre grabbed the back

pocket of my jeans and pulled me to him. I felt like a fish, caught

on a rod and reeled in. Before I could think to fight him, I

plopped down into his lap. A slight groan escaped his lips when I

sat on the hardness that bulged at his crotch, then his arms were

around my waist, holding me in place. Each move I made earned

another little moan. I fought against the urge to put my hands down

on his jeans to reposition myself and cop a feel. Through the thick

denim his dick swelled against my ass, hard from the drugs or the

party or me, I wasn’t sure which.

Remembering Tyrone, I tried to stand but

De’Andre held me tight. “Lemme go,” I muttered, but I didn’t mean

it and he didn’t comply. My roommate snorted laughter and foamy

beer bubbled out of his flat nose. I kicked at him across the

bathroom but my sneaker missed his leg by a few scant inches. “Shut

the fuck up, Tyrone. Where’s the rest of my pot?”