Crowned Crew Heights POV & Stories - E. M. Moore Page 0,3

my hips forward at the thought, trembling involuntarily.

I reach out, not even gazing at the actual girl who’s got me by the cock. Instead, I force the head forward and let myself nut inside someone who fucking asked me if I was okay this morning before worrying whether or not she was going to get any dick.

I can say one thing for Cherry. She swallows every last drop until she licks my tip like a lollipop.

She stands, moving me back in the process, tits and pussy still out. I finally open my eyes and pull my pants back up to tuck my dick away. “Nothing like a blowjob in the morning. Thanks, babe.”

Cherry lifts on her tiptoes to kiss me, and I flinch away. Instead of telling her the real reason I don’t want her fake ass, sloppy kisses, I growl, “You know I don’t kiss after you’ve had your mouth on my cock.”

She bats her eyes at me, even though the Heights girl in her wants to come out bad—with claws.

Seeing her tamp it down makes me smile. “Don’t forget to clean up, Cherry.”

I push away from her. Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck that she’s still standing there with her shorts and panties around her ankles. I don’t know why she thought I was going to give her some without getting mine first.

Maybe I am being too soft lately. It’s possible she needs a reminder.

A girl walks by the intersecting hall. She glances at me and a coy grin spreads her lips. She’s petite. Too small to be anything worth making mine, but I pull her close anyway. She drops her books as I edge her toward the cement wall. Looking her up and down, I inspect her body. She has small, pert tits. They’re hanging out, too. All the girls here let everything hang out. They do anything to entice Crew guys.

I sniff her, making a big deal out of it. She actually smells good. Like cherry blossoms or some girly shit.

“J-Johnny,” she stutters, breathless.

“Let me ask you something,” I murmur, pulling back. Her eyes are greedy, and she’s practically vibrating. “Did you have someone’s cock inside your mouth this morning?”

She shakes her head. “N-no.”

I let a smile crawl over my face. I peek back at Cherry, smirking when I see her fists tightening against her sides. She’s still naked, watching the scene in front of her like she’s going to pounce. She locks gazes with me as if she’s my equal.

That won’t do.

I swoop down, capturing this girl’s lips in mine while watching Cherry. I fuck this girl’s mouth with my tongue as she plasters herself against me. The demure little noises coming from her lips actually turn me on. I reach up to palm her small breasts when she gets yanked away from me.

I lick my lips and turn. A still naked Cherry has her by the hair, dragging her to the ground.

The girl looks as if she’s going to positively shit herself when Cherry stands over her. “Listen here, skank.”

I don’t stick around to hear the rest.

Everything is as it should be again. I can do whatever I want, and Cherry—or whoever else is around—will pick up the pieces, making sure I’m at the top. Right where a Marx belongs.

3

News of Cherry kicking that girl’s ass for kissing me is all over school by the end of the day. Feeding the cog and watching it work makes me smirk. Satisfaction settles in my chest.

Future members of the Crew tip their head at me in respect. They’d do it anyway out in public, but the aim is to get them to praise you in private too. Then, when it’s my turn to take over the Crew, I’ll be the most respected man in Rawley Heights.

After school, I sit in the library to research my chosen vocation. It’s my quiet time to myself. Not even my father knows I come here. Since Rawley Heights High is a joke, I do a lot of my education on my own.

Power fascinates me. The struggle that comes from war. When you grow up around people who kill others at the drop of a hat, you see shit. But you also see the same shit over and over again.

I want to make a name for myself in a different way.

My dad has me training in all of the regular self-defense methods. I know how to shoot a gun. I know how to use a knife, and I can defend myself