Jonesin' for a Fix [My-Ty]

[Sandy Meyer]

Sandy lay on her bed, feeling the craving wrap itself around her like a frenzied animal. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she opened her top to try to relieve the heat that kept building up and looked at the clock again. "Ty's fucking late!" she snarled, suddenly a bit abashed at her anger towards her 'boyfriend'. He usually kept her a bit better out of the joneses, but for some reason he's running late. She rolled over and swung her legs, bare up to the matching yellow panties as she looked at her cell phone, wondering why he hadn't called. Her father wasn't gonna be back for another 2 hours and she really needed to get her fix before he came home. "Where are you you sonovabitch?" But the fight was out of her growl.

[Tyrone Bard]

Tyrone was late again, but his caddilac lowrider with the bass blasting huge loud Rap music pulled up in the apartment pockinglot, in his jacket he had a dime bag, in his pants he had a 9mm gun. He had neatly cornrowed hair. He wore a pair of baggy Jnco jeans, and a pair of Vans. he also wore a long black shirt with Tupac on it smoking a joint, he had a gold necklace on, and a bunch of gold rings on his fingers.. a blue bandanna hung out of his back pocket as he stepped out of the car, and headed upstairs, opening the door to her room without knockin, he shut the door behind him, opening his arms "I'm here' babygirl!"

[Sandy Meyer]

Sandy hopped up, wringing her hands as she pranced over to Ty and wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself sinuously against him and kissing him quite thoroughly in welcome. She pulled back after a moment. "Hey baby. 'bout time! You got my back, right honey? You know I need it."

She let her hand slip down to his pocket and then around to the front, grasping at the package held inside. "Feels pretty big, baby. Got enough for both of us in there?" She gave him a wink and stepped back, disentangling them both.

[Tyrone Bard]

Tyrone gave her a smirk as he shut the door behind him. He slowly pulled the gun out of his pants, setting it on the dresser as he moved in closer, he slowly felt himself get aroused as she pulled herself against him. He smirked a bit as he slowly removed his shirt from over his head, exposing his ripped abs..

"Baby, I always got room for you on the magic stick.." He said, smirking as he slowly kicked his shoes off, and pulled his socks off with his toes. He glanced at her, as he unbuckled his pants, letting then hit the floor, he stepped out of them, removing his rings and his necklace.. All he was wearing now was his stylish hairdo, his boxers, a boner, and a smile.

[Sandy Meyer]

Sandy's eyes got a bit wide at the gun and frowned a little. Under her breath, she whispered an admonition, "Why the hell do you have to bring that thing every time? I hate it!" She turned away and stepped away from him, hugging herself. Guns made her really nervous, especially handguns. She didn't like hunting, let alone idiots going around trying to kill each other. She heard him undressing behind him and shook her head, holding her hand out to her side. "First things first, babe. I want my fix before you get yours." She wiggled her rather well shaped ass at him as she did that, looking over her shoulder at him and blowing hair from her eye.

[Tyrone Bard]

Tyrone nodded his head slowly, pulling a dime bag out from his pocket of his jeans, placing it in her hand, as he roughly shoved her up against the bed, rubbing his cock against her ass/pussy through the fabrics.. He was rough.. he smiled down at her "Tell me you want it... tell me you need it!" he said with a smirk.. he was a truly demented man when it came to sex.. and she knew that, and she was about to find that out again.

[Sandy Meyer]

Sandy reached around, grabbing her ass as she almost involuntarily ground back against him. She knew he had her in a tight spot and she wanted her in his. She opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was a low moan. Shaking with two needs now, she turned her head to look back at him. "You sonovabitch. You know what I want. I need it, baby. I need it bad. Please, don't make me beg." She could already feel herself getting worked up by this treatment. He treats me like a fucking bitch and here I am, begging already. She closed her eyes, completely ashamed of herself right now, tearing up even as her ass wiggled against his prominent bulge.