Wahida Clark

Every Thug Needs a Lady

Every Thug Needs a Lady is the spellbinding sequel to Wahida Clark's Thugs and the Women Who Love Them. After taking us through the rugged, thug-filled lives of Jaz, Kyra, and Angel, Wahida now takes us into the drama filled life of their best friend Roz aka Tasha. She is sexy, beautiful, and torn between her desires to distance herself from the streets and the magnetic attraction to the irresistible and thuggish Trae Macklin who acknowledges that mature women are a turn on. However, women come and go for a thug who is more about his business over everything else, yet Trae surprisingly falls head over heels for his business partner's woman, Tasha. Since the streets must come first, Trae decides to patiently wait for his partner's relationship with Tasha to come to nothing. Will Tasha and Trae's love ever get off the ground?
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    b9338696026har delt en vurderingfor 5 år siden
    👍Værd at læse

    This book is amazing and so is the last one it had me laughing crying.. On my toes I love it and I love wahida Clark for making these.. I never used to like reading but now I can't stay away from books.

    temekabrucehar delt en vurderingfor 2 år siden

    I read this book in 3 days. It was Amazing but it ended with a lot of questions not answered.

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    🌴God til stranden

    Just amazing wow


    cadedraahar citeretfor 6 år siden
    Chapter 1
    Kyra showed the last of her baby shower guests to the door and thanked them again for the gifts. She closed the door
    and yelled, “Where my dawgs at?” She was hollering for Jaz, Angel and Roz. The three of them had already flopped down on Kyra’s Italian leather furniture.
    “Where on earth are you going to put all of this stuff?” Roz asked Kyra. “The baby’s bedroom already seems too crowded.”
    “Who are you telling? I don’t think I have to buy anything,” Kyra said, looking around at all of the gifts.
    “That’s what baby showers are for, to get everything!” Angel said. “And when are you allowing us to throw yours?” She pointed at Jaz.
    Jaz yawned. “I’m not sure yet. Y’all the ones giving it. Just let me know when y’all ready. Even though I’d rather wait until after I have it.”
    “It was supposed to be a surprise,” Roz said sarcastically. “And what do you mean ‘after you have it’?”
    “I don’t like surprises. And I haven’t been in a festive mood.” She turned toward the kitchen where Kyra was and yelled, “Can I have another piece of cake?”
    When Kyra came out of the kitchen she was carrying a tray with a bottle of Dom, a bottle of sparkling grape juice, slices of cake, champagne glasses, and a bag of weed. “Roz, I know you got some paper,” she said as she set the tray down.
    “I sure do,” Roz answered, rolling over and grabbing her Chanel bag from under the coffee table.
    Kyra plopped down on the couch and poured two glasses of champagne and two glasses of the non-alcoholic bubbly for the pregnant sisters. “I’d like to say a few things to y’all,” she an-nounced. “For starters, I can’t thank y’all enough for the beauti-ful baby shower. Y’all really went all out; the gifts are all of that. I don’t know where everything is gonna go, but we’ll figure something out. Second, I love y’all. Y’all are the sisters I never had. And for real, if it wasn’t for everyone’s support not to mention your competitiveness I wouldn’t have finished school. I wouldn’t be where I am right now.” She stopped and smiled at them. “Of course, y’all didn’t have anything to do with this big belly.”
    “I would hope not!” interrupted Roz. They all laughed.
    “Anywho,” continued Kyra, “even though I left y’all for a couple of years and got off track, you all still let me back in, accepted me with open arms, encouraged me, and pushed me to reach my goals. We did it, y’all! We stayed on track in spite of all the ob-stacles. Angel, all you have to do is pass the state bar and we’ll have our own corporate lawyer to handle our business. Jaz, all you have to do is walk across the stage and get that first piece of paper before going on to medical school. Roz, you tackled two majors and are now prepared to take two state exams, one for physical therapy and the other for respiratory therapy. I gotta walk across that stage and get my piece of paper on my way to graduate school to study and become a doctor of psychology. Soon we’ll be four sisters with bachelor’s degrees or better, straight from the hood. None of us are drug addicts or carry ourselves as hos. We’re happy for the most part. Two of us are engaged to good, strong brothas, and, hopefully, the other two won’t be too far behind.” They all agreed with Kyra. They were proud of their success and accomplishments.
    “Roz, did you roll the weed?” Angel blurted. Roz dumped the joints on the table.
    “Oh yeah,” Jaz said. “I’d like to make an official toast.” They all took a glass and raised it in the air for Jaz’s toast. “A toast to life, love, peace, and happiness. Congrats to Angel, our own cor-porate and entertainment attorney. Congrats to Roz, who
    b0459051334har citeretfor 7 måneder siden
    He grabbed her butt and pulled her up close to him. She raked her nails lightly up and down his back while kissing him and playing with his lips and tongue. He was playing around in her wetness with his fingers. He pressed on her clit, making fast, circular motions. She was gyrating her hips, and was on the verge of exploding when he removed his hand and went back to suck-ing her nipples. She dug her nails deep into his back.
    “Ahhh, damn, Tash,” he complained, “the nails, baby.”
    “Then finish what you started. Make me cum.” She was moaning and shaking, but didn’t lift up the nails. He sunk his teeth in the flesh right above her breast. She shivered and let go of his back.
    “Mmmm. You like it rough, huh?” Trae whispered in her ear. “Fuck me Trae,” she groaned. “Let’s fuck.”
    “Ma, do I hear you begging?” He smiled and grabbed one of her legs, putting one leg up in the seat and the other around his waist as Tasha squeezed his dick, stroking it with both hands.
    “That feels good ma,” he said, kissing on her neck. She leaned back so that he could put it in. In one stroke, he rammed it all the way in until it could go no further, pressing deep and just holding it in. They both remained still, just holding each other, savoring their first encounter.
    “Trae baby, this feels so good. Promise me you’ll never leave me,” she said, holding him tighter.
    “Baby, I’ll never leave you. I promise. I’ve waited a long time for you.” His knees were getting weak as he tried to avoid cumming.
    “Damn, Tash, you feel so good,” he moaned. He held it in deep while she gyrated her hips, riding his dick until her legs went to shaking. She was calling his name over and over as she collapsed on the seat.
    Just then a car came around. Trae waited for it to pass by be-fore pulling Tash up. He told her how good she felt and sucked on her lips and tongue until she became excited again.
    “Turn around,” he told her. “I ain’t through.” He leaned her over and entered her from the back, lifting her up with each stroke. Tash’s legs were so weak he had to hold her up
    Isis Theardhar citeretfor 2 år siden
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