“Well, you need to get used to it. You shouldn’t want to raise no weak ass little girl.”
“Watch your mouth, P.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Don’t just say no shit like that.”
He handed her to me, and I walked into the room as he went to the restroom.
Crew was in there for a while, before I heard the shower running. He is such a neat and clean man, so of course, he took showers after doing the number two.
I sat back on the bed, rocking my baby and looking into her beautiful eyes, trying to calm down enough to not want to kill her dad.
Right now, I felt played by Crew more than ever, and he needed to see how the fuck I felt, just once.
As I thought that, an idea popped into my head. I’m not going to say I wanted to get payback on Crew, but I wanted him to feel played by me for once. I couldn’t go around popping my pussy because it was still healing, and I honestly had a few more weeks before I could even get some dick from a nigga. But I’m not new to this shit, I’m true to this, and just like Crew has his ways of making bitches feel a way, I have mine too.
“Shh, I’m here,” I whispered as I bounced Amira all the way over to her bassinet and laid her down. I rested my hand on her chest for about ten seconds, watching her blink until she finally settled, just like I knew she would if Crew gave her the chance.
Once she was calm, I stepped out of the room and across the hallway into the restroom where Crew was.
“Yo, I’m in here,” he shouted through the door.
He thought it was someone else until he saw me walking in, and he stood there with a towel slung over his right shoulder with his dick hanging like a tree branch.
“Do you need to use the restroom now or something?”
“Nope. I’m not here for that.”
“Then what do you need?” he asked, grabbing the deodorant from the counter, making his dick sway like a choir.
Crew always seemed more confident naked. Any time he was around me with his dick out, he didn’t look like he had a care in the fuckin world. That’s how you know he was packing. I’d dealt with plenty of niggas in the past who wouldn’t take their pants off unless the lights were off.
“I came in here to ask to suck your dick. I’m feeling it.”
“Excuse me?” he said, squinting his eyes.
“Why do you want to do that?”
“Because it’s therapeutic for me, that’s why. Just shut up and sit down, Crew.”
“Sit down where P? This is a restroom?”
“Put down the top on the toilet seat and sit down,” I told him, damn near forcing his hands.
Once Crew sat down, I dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbed his dick, and instantly went to town, taking it down my throat, gagging, and spitting on it all while I stroked it with my left hand.
Crew didn’t know what to do. I could tell the head caught him completely off guard, but the way he was moaning told me he needed it. He probably hadn’t had his dick sucked, skin pulled, tugged on like I was doing in a minute, and just because I’d been sucking plastic for years didn’t mean my skills were gone. One thing I could do was suck some dick.
“Oh shit, P, shit. Fuck.”
Crew’s hands balled up in my hair. I knew he was about to bust, so I pulled my mouth off his dick and stood up in front of him.
“What the fuck, man? Why did you stop? I was almost there. Come on.”
“Nah, I’m done, love.” I smiled, wiping my saliva off my mouth and chin.
“What the fuck do you mean you’re done? I was almost there.”
