3 days later.

"If I tell you to hurry up one more time, I'ma fuck you up." Kentrell said without looking up from his phone as he sat in India's bed.

"Kentrell if you just finna rush me I don't even wanna go anymore." She frowned, looking over at him.

"Girl I could care less. I'll go to sleep why you tryna play." He looked up from his phone, and her frown deepened.

"Fine. We don't have to go then." She mumbled, walking out of her room, and in her beauty rooom, slamming the door behind her.

She hated being rushed, but she wasn't mad about that. She wasn't even mad foreal, she just wanted to get 'fucked up'.

Not even 5 seconds later, the door swung open, Kentrell walking to stand in front of her.

He gripped her neck, aggressively pulling her to stand up, looking down at her with a hard glare.

"The fuck you slamming doors for? You mad?" His large hand covered her whole neck.

"Why are you rushing me?" She frowned.

"Is you questioning me right now? The fuck you mean why? You taking too fucking long Nene you was posed' ta' be dressed an hour ago. What the fuck is the point of me calling two hours ahead ta' tell you to get dressed if you ain't gone start til I get here?" He gritted, tightening his grip on her.

"I don't wanna go anymore." She mumbled, a pout on her face.

"I look like I give a fuck? What you acting like a brat fa'? What do you want?" He tilted his head to the side, and she remained silent.

He brought her face closer to his, and she could feel his cool mint breath on her lips.

"Get the fuck in there and finished getting dressed. 5 minutes or I got something for you. Do you understand me?" He rasped against her lips, and she had to keep her eyes from rolling back in arousal at his soft, yet assertive, tone.

"You can't fucking hear?" He brought his hand down hard on her ass, gripping it, making her hiss.

"5 minutes. Got it?" He tightened his grip on her neck, watching her pout.

"Okay baby." She mumbled, and he softly kissed her lips. She melted under his touch, taking his bottom lip in her mouth.

"Go finish getting ready mama." He kissed her cheek, letting her go.

She licked over her lips as she turned around, before frowning as he roughly slapped her ass.

"And watch that fucking attitude for I show you something." He said, and she bit her lip, turning to look at him. He smirked, able to visibly see that she was turned on.

"Slut." He grinned, and she laughed, walking back in her room.

India grabbed her lip gloss, applying a layer, before throwing it in her YSL bag.

She walked over to her dresser, pulling on a pair of leather pants over her panties, buttoning them up.

She tied her shirt back to be tighter, tucking it. She put on her sneakers, before spraying her perfume and reapplying a layer of her body butter.

She grabbed her shades, putting them in her bag. Once she picked up her phone, she saw a missed call from Von.

She peeked her head out of her room, before silently shutting the door.

She called him back, placing the phone to her ear.

"Why you ain't answer yo phone ma?" Von mumbled, and she smiled.

"Sorry boo, I was getting ready. Asia taking me out." She told him, hearing him hum.

"Taking you out where?" He asked, and she could hear him smoking, his friends in the background.

"Out, I don't know yet. You at home?" She mumbled.

"What I tell you bout making plays wit' her?" He responded, and she listened for Kentrell's footsteps.

"I think we're just going out to eat. If it's anything bad you know I won't go." She said, hearing him chuckle.

"Aight ma. I luh' you." He mumbled, and she smiled.

"I love you too stink." She replied, before hanging up.

She put her phone on do not disturb, grabbing her bag and walking out of her room and to the front of her house.

"Baby come on." India called, climbing on top of her kitchen counter to grab her fruit snacks.

She took a few packs out, putting them in her bag.

She pulled her jeans up, getting off of the counter and closing the cabinets.

She turned around, slightly jumping seeing Kentrell right behind her.

"You so pretty and little." He mumbled softly, and she blushed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Thank you baby." She pecked his lips until a smile etched across his face.

"You okay? You wanna talk?" She asked, rubbing over her name that was tatted above his eyebrow, and he smiled.

"I'm good. You like my tattoo huh? You gone get me shit on you?" He smirked, and she laughed.

"Where?" She asked, grabbing his hand, letting him pull her out of her house.

"On yo clit." He said, and she busted out laughing, making him laugh as he used his key to lock her door.

"I ain't playing with you. I want my shit on that pussy. Or on yo titty. That's it." He shrugged, and she shook her head at him as he opened the door to his lambo truck for her.

She got inside, and he got in on the other side, pulling off.

"I'll get it right here." She pointed to her forearm, and he smirked.

"Shid aight." He turned his radio on, connecting his phone to Bluetooth. India laughed as he held his hand out for her.

She let him hold her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I put you on all the good songs. Know yo brain was sick of all the rap about fucking bitches and getting high." India said, hearing PartyNextDoor play, and he laughed.

"This bitch looks like Lindsay Lohan. She gets down just like Lindsay Lohan. Round the block, she's not showin' nothin'. That bitch bad, watch her blow a whole band." Kentrell sung to her, glancing over at her and watching her smile.

"She gets her way. It's like every time, like any time of day, in every single way." Kentrell used his other hand to tap against the wheel as he sun the song to India.

"You can get your way wit' whatever. You hear me? You can have anything you wan'." He kissed the back of her hand, and her smile widened.

"I love you." She mumbled, leaning over to kiss his cheek as he stopped at a red light.

"She gets her way." He sung lowly, holding her face as he stared at her. He softly kissed her lips, and she lowly moaned once he wouldn't let her tongue in his mouth.

"No." He mumbled, and she pouted.

"Please." She tilted her head to the side, poking her bottom lip out, and he smiled.

He kissed her again, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth. She sucked his tongue, before slowly pulling away, pecking his lips twice.

"I could kiss them big soft ass lips all day." He licked his lips as he pulled off from the red light.

"And I'd let you." She mumbled, leaning her head on the window, making him smile.

"Nikani don't go to sleep mama. I'm almost there." He told her, rubbing over her hand.

"I'm not." She replied.

15 minutes later.

"Wake up Nikani." India could feel Kentrell kissing her face.

"Bae get up." He mumbled, kissing her neck, and her eyes fluttered open.

"You said you wasn't going to sleep you liar." He smirked, and she laughed, letting him help her out of his truck.

"I'm sorry baby." She held her bag, walking with him towards the restaurant. They walked inside, stepping on the elevator, riding it to the roof.

"You look good in these jeans." He stood behind her, rubbing her ass, and she smiled.

"Thank you boo. These was $200. For some damn jeans." She shook her head, and he chuckled, pulling her off of the elevator, to the table.

"They worth it. Should get sumo'." He told her, pulling her chair out, and she smiled.

"Thank you." She mumbled, sitting her bag on the table.

"Take a picture for me baby." He stepped back, and she put her shades on.

She looked at the camera, holding her face on her hands.

"You so pretty. I just sent them to you, post em'." He kissed the side of her face, sitting next to her.

India grabbed her phone, saving the picture from iMessage and posting on her Instagram.

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"Hey, I'm Darrius. I'll be your waiter for today, can I start y'all off with some drinks?" The waiter asked, mainly looking at India.

"Do y'all have cranberry juice?" She asked, looking up, before frowning at how he was looking at her.

"Go get another fucking waiter for' I blow yo shit back." Kentrell pulled his gun off his waist, taking it off safety and shooting near his head, making India's eyes widen as Darrius quickly flinched.

"I'm lil Top and I don't fucking miss. That was a warning nigga." Kentrell mugged, and Darrius quickly ran off.

"That just pissed me off that fucking quick." Kentrell mumbled, putting his gun back on safety, sliding it in his waistband.

"Kentrell you can't do stuff like that." India frowned at him as he stood up.

"Come on, ima take you somewhere else. I'll kill that bitch ass boa' mane. Matter fact-." Kentrell cut himself off by jogging towards where he saw Darrius go.

India's eyes widened hearing people screaming as she made her way back there.

"Oh my g-Kentrell get off of him." India pulled him back, him panting hard under her grip, Darrius laid out on the ground bloody and unconscious.

"Bitch you better be lucky she here I'll kill you my nigga. Nikani get the fuck off of me." Kentrell breathed hard, trying to catch his breath as India pulled him away.

"I'll kill everybody in dis' bitch behind ha'. I want yo dumbass to try it again. Nigga I'll beat yo fucking face in the ground fuck is you talm' bout'." Kentrell pulled out of India's grip about to go back over there before India grabbed him up.

"Kentrell stop please." She mumbled, pulling him on the elevator and closing the doors. She was so relieved that Kentrell rented the place out so no fans were there to record.

Kentrell faced the corner of the wall, his fingers tapping quickly against the rail as the elevator started to move.

India wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head on his back and rubbing his stomach.

"I'm sorry for ruining our date." He mumbled softly, turning around in her grip and kissing her forehead.

"You good baby. We can try again tomorrow. We can watch a movie and order food tonight." She kept her head on his chest, and he reached down gripping her ass.

"This shit mine. This pussy mine. I find out you giving my shit to some lame ass nigga like him, I promise I'll empty my clip in you. I'm not fucking playing." He said in her ear as he rubbed her ass.

"Do you fucking understand me?" He gripped her neck, and she bit her lip, turned on, but scared.

"Yes." She mumbled, looking up at him. Kentrell searched her eyes, before softly kissing her lips. The elevator doors opened, and he backed her out of the restaurant still roughly kissing her.

He picked her up, and she moaned, able to feel his hard dick against her as he carried her to the car.

"Get the fuck off of me." Kentrell put her in the passenger seat, and she smiled as he leaned down to kiss her again.

"Fuck." She moaned into the kiss, before he pulled away.

"Take these off. Get 'em the fuck off for I rip these mufuckas." He gripped her neck, and she fumbled with her button, trying to focus on getting them off as his hands roamed her body.

"Took you too fucking long." He mumbled, ripping her leather jeans down the middle, making her eyes widen at both his strength, and her now ripped jeans.

"Kentrell!" She frowned, and he looked at her.

"I told you to do it yourself and youn fucking listen." Take them panties off." He closed the passenger door, getting in on his side and pulling off.

"Face me and spread em'." He tapped her thigh, and she turned her body sideways to face him, spreading her legs.

He outstretched his hand to her mouth, glancing over at her. India held his hand, letting her spit drip in it, and he bit his lip.

He rubbed against her clit, glancing between her and the road as he drove. India moaned feeling him slide his ring and middle finger in her as he sped down the highway.

"Awn fuckkk." She rolled her hips against his fingers as he curved them to poke at her spot.

"You so pretty baby. You hear that shit?" He smirked as her juices began to splash from how hard he was driving his fingers into her.

"Yessss oh m-shit." She moaned, lifting her lower half, feeling her stomach knot up.

"You cumming baby?" He asked softly, making her eyes roll back.

"Can I?" She pouted, and he smirked.

"Yeah baby. Cum for me." He moved his fingers in an angle, and her legs shook as she began cumming.

"Uhhuh. Let that shit out baby." He swerved on her dtreet as he glanced over at the mess she was making.

"You smell so good mama. Fuck." He parked his car, picking her up and getting out.

"Mm, shit baby. I c-fuck." She whimpered as he kissed near her ear, unlocking her door and walking in.

"Got my dick hard as fuck Nikani." He threw her on her bed, ripping her shirt in half, and she gasped.

"Ken!" She frowned as he ripped her bra off as well.

"Shut the fuck up." He mumbled, pulling his shirt from over his head and taking his jeans off.

"Sometimes I wish you wasn't so fucking pretty. I hate when people fucking look at what's mine." He told her, climbing on top of her chest.

"Open the fuck up." He said, and she lifted her body in arousal as she opened her mouth.

Kentrell didn't give a warning before he pushed in her mouth, his dick already throbbing.

He watched her eyes roll back as he roughly fucked her face, and he smirked.

"Nikani you a slut. You like choking on my dick don't you?" He fucked her face harder, making the headboard slam against the wall, and her eyes widened as her breathing was cut off.

"Mm, fuck. You mine Nikani. You my slut baby." He groaned, and her legs trembled, signaling she was about to cum.

"I wanna fucking kill yo slut ass. You was gone swallow that nigga dick like this? Huh?!" He pulled out of her mouth and she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

"You better fucking answer me." He slapped her face, making her moan, able to feel his handprint forming.

"Fuckkk, no. No baby I wasn't." She whimpered, and he smirked, sliding back down her throat.

"I couldn't fucking tell. Sluts like they throat fucked. Ain't nobody gone give it to you like me Nikani. Cum for me baby. Cum so I can let you taste me." He reached behind him, slapping her pussy, and she moaned around his dick as she began squirting.

"That's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout. Fuckkkk." He grunted, releasing his nut down her throat.

"Shit Kani." He groaned, his nut thickening as she choked.

He pulled out of her mouth, and she swallowed his nut, sticking her tongue out to show him.

"Good girl." He grabbed her neck, roughly kissing her. She moaned, pulling his body on top of hers.

She didn't break the kiss as she reached between them, slowly pushing him inside of her.

He let out a loud groan as she hissed. Her plan was to pretend to be in pain so that he wouldn't know that her virginity had already been took, but it actually hurt. She thought it wasn't supposed to after losing your virginity, but boy was she wrong.

"Awn fuck, hold up." She grabbed his waist to stop him as her face scrunched up.

"No." He pushed more of him inside, stopping once she grabbed his waist.

"You too big baby. Fuck this shit hurts." She frowned, feeling like he was ripping her open.

"Let me go all the way mama. Relax." He rubbed her lower stomach, and she nodded, placing a pout on her face. Kentrell slid all the way in, and she screamed, making him cover her mouth.

"Screaming make my dick hard. Shut the fuck up." He told her, and she felt like he'd literally took her breath away, unable to talk.

"You tight as fuck mama. Shit." He hissed as she clenched around him.

He slowly began to move his hips, getting her used to his size.

"Go baby." She moaned, and he smirked, speeding up.

"Oh fuckkkkk not that fast." She whined, and he rubbed against her clit as he slammed his hips into hers.

"Take daddy dick. Take it for me Kani." He groaned in her ear, and she let out a loud moan, feeling like he was touching her heart.

"Awn fuck I love youuuuu." She cried out as her legs shook.

"I love you too baby. Fuckkk, Nikani-fuck." He tried not to nut as she clenched around him.

India looked down, her eyes widening, able to see him poking through her stomach.

"Oh my god Kentrell." She attempted to grab his waist, and he grabbed her hands, holding them above her head.

"Nah, take it. You gone be good and take it for me Nikani?" He grunted, and she pouted, her body beginning to shake.

"Yessssss. Oh my fu-shit, yes." She loudly moaned, her eyes rolling back.

"Baby can I cum? Shi-please?" She whined, and he bit his lip.

"Mhm. Cum for me mama." He granted her permission, and her liquids instantly shot out of her, coating his lower half.

"Fuckkkk, India let me up baby." He hissed once she locked her legs around him, and she pouted.

"I-fuckkkkk." Both of them moaned as he released his nut inside of her.

"Nikani y-shit. Fuck mane." He groaned, slamming his hips harder as he had an orgasm.

"Baby that's too h-fuck!" She cried out as he throbbed at her spot.

"Cum with me. Cum on daddy dick." He said in her ear, and her eyes rolled back, holding around his neck as they came together.

"Mmm, oh my god." She moaned as he filled her up.

"Get the fuck up." He flipped her over, pressing her into an arch, and India bit her lip. It was her favorite position.

Kentrell slid inside her, groaning at how her pussy hugged him.

"This shit so pretty India." He slammed his hips into hers, looking down as he fucked her.

"Oh fuckkk." She moaned, throwing her ass back on him. His eyes slightly rolled back, his strokes becoming sloppy, feeling his stomach knot up.

"Damn Nikani." He bit his lip, slapping her ass as hard as he could, making her cry out.

He did it a few more times as she screamed in both pain and pleasure, reaching back to stop him. He grabbed her hands, holding them behind her back, pressing her face down into the pillow.

"You feel so good baby." He slapped her already bruised ass, hearing her cry.

"Kentrell that hurts." She whined, and he smirked.

"I know baby." He slapped her ass again, making her gasp.

"Shit." She attempted to sit up, and he held her down.

"You wanna get up baby?" He smirked, pulling her up by her arms, still holding them behind her back as he slammed his hips into hers.

"Fuckkkkk." She moaned, feeling him kiss her neck.

He used his other hand to reach around, rubbing against her clit.

"This shit mine Nikani. This pussy is fucking mine. You understand me?" He grunted, and her eyes rolled back.

"Yesssss. Oh my god." She leaned her head back on his shoulder as her body began to tremble.

"I own you India. You mine. All this shit is mine, I fucking own you. Tell me that you mine Nikani." He fucked her harder, the sounds of their skin slapping together the only thing besides theirs moans that could be heard.

"Do not make me fucking repeat myself." He roughly gripped her neck, and she felt like she was about to pass out.

"I'm yours baby. I'm yours oh my god." She cried as her body shook.

"Good girl. Yo slut ass belong to me. This my pussy, you understand? All this shit is fucking mine and I wish the fuck you would give it away. I'd fuck you til you died I swear to god." He slapped across her face, and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body.

"Baby can I cum? I-oh my fucking godddddd." She cried out, squirting before she could finish her sentence.

"Fuckkkk. Baby fuckkk." Kentrell groaned in her ear, releasing his nut and the grip he had on her.

India fell on the bed, and he bit his lip, still fucking her as she clenched her legs closed.

"Kentrellll." She whined, and he smirked.

"I ain't tell you to fucking cum. Now I gotta show you."

Who fuck better, Von or Kentrell? Kentrell in my opinion, duh, easy answer. Still love Von though. 😋

Excuse typos bro I didn't proofread none of these damn chapters.