Just as I was halfway through the last episode, my phone dinged with a notification from Grubhub. About damn time! I was irritated that I had to put my show on pause again, but excited that my food was finally here. The delivery person sent me a text letting me know that they had pulled up and were waiting for me to come outside to get my food. Making my way outside, I couldn’t move fast enough. I got my food and just as the delivery driver was leaving, Dexter pulled up.
I stood there while he parked and waited for him to walk up my driveway so that we could walk into the house together.
“Who just left?”
“What was that?” I asked because I knew he saw the big ass brown bag of food in my hand.
“Who dude that just left?”
“Ugh! Please don’t start that shit. That was my Grubhub, fool!” I spat, holding up the bag of food that I had in my hands so that he could clearly see it. “You don’t see this big ass brown bag in my hand?”
“Just making sure ‘cause I know how your ass is. Did you get me something to eat too?”
“Ion know what you mean by that. How am I exactly?”
“You know how you are,” Dexter taunted as we walked inside.
“Obviously, you know more than I do about myself, so please tell me how I am. What are you trying to say?” I asked as I closed, then locked my front door. “I sure hope you didn’t come over here to be on some bullshit. I’m really not up for all of that. I was having a pretty good day, you know.”
“I’m not on no bullshit. I’m just saying, you always in some other nigga’s face. Don’t act like that shit ain’t facts.”
“Kinda like how you be always in your girl’s face?”
“Man whatever! What’d you get to eat?”
“I bought MYSELF some Chipotle.”
“Damn, is it like that? You couldn’t get ya boy something to eat? You knew I was coming over.”
“Well, I ordered my food before I knew you were coming, duh!”
“Yeah, aight. Why you trippin’ so hard?” Dexter asked as he followed me into the kitchen. I made sure to put a little extra twist in my hips knowing he was more than likely staring at my ass. “You must need some act right. Is that what it is? You missin’ this big dick?”
“Nigga, please!” I yawned, trying to act unfazed.
I wasn’t missin’ shit, not by a longshot, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have some good penis.
Walking up behind me, he wrapped one of his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him then slid one of his hands into the front of my pants. I didn’t have on any underwear, so my shit was swangin’ and hangin’.
“Put the food down,” he instructed as he started stroking my shit. “Let’s go to the room so I can take care of this. You can eat when we done.”
“I’m starvin’ let me get just one bite,” I retorted, playing hard to get. I loved it when a man took control and ordered me around; in a sexual way of course.
“You pickin’ that food over this dick?” Dexter asked, pressing his hardened monster against my ass. Fuck it, he had me. I was a sucka for a big ding-a-ling.
“My food gon’ be cold though,” I pouted, turning around then unbuckling his pants to release his beast. It was such a beautiful beast, too.
“I’ll buy you more once we done handlin’ business.”
“Okay, bet.”
Looking down at his monster as it stood at attention, I licked my lips. I dropped to my knees ready to take him into my mouth, but he stopped me.
“Hold up, let’s go to the room first.”
Doing as I was told, I led the way to my bedroom, preparing myself mentally for a couple more rounds of some good, hardcore fucking and sucking.
JUSTIN
