Not saying a word he snatched the rag from me. I frowned about to say some slick shit to him when he pushed me into the sink. Lifting my leg with one hand, the other went to work assaulting my clit rendering me speechless. My lips were stuck in an O shape. Moans were the only sound I could make as my hands gripped his arms to brace myself for the orgasm that hit my body. Tears really slipped from the corner of my eyes while my body spasmed uncontrollably. Faheem grinned, watching me intently as I came. He refused to stop rubbing my clit, prolonging my orgasm.
“Pleaseee,” I begged, looking up at him. I needed relief before I passed out. My orgasm was still going strong.
Finally relenting after a few more minutes, Faheem allowed me to catch my bearings, laying my forehead on his chest. “Now you can clean that pussy off.” Faheem smirked then licked his fingers clean as he walked out the bathroom, leaving me with my head spinning.
***
The walk towards the living room felt like the longest walk of my life. I was mad at myself for letting Faheem have his waywith me so easily, but I would be a liar if I said that it didn’t feel amazing. That one touch and kiss had me seconding guessing everything that I knew. He had my head in the fucking clouds, I didn’t like that. I was ready to risk it all whenever I was around Faheem.
His dick had to be half of his body size. Feeling his hard dick pressed against my pussy, it felt huge and had my mind curious to see if it was as big as I thought it was. I could see how Faheem had bitches going crazy over him. Hell, if I was weak minded, I would believe that Faheem really wanted me just off of the passion from his kiss. Luckily, I wasn’t stupid enough to think a nigga like him wanted me forreal. His ass probably didn’t have a faithful bone in his body. He’d just fingered me like his girlfriend wasn’t in the same house as us. I would never take Faheem serious, only a dummy would. For my own sanity, I had to chalk up the intense desire for Faheem to being overly horny with not many options.
Walking into the living room, all eyes were on us. The first face I spotted was Big Frank sitting in a large chair with the woman who had come into the room earlier today, sitting on his lap. She had to be Faheem’s mom; they looked a lot more alike than Faheem and Big Frank. It made sense, I just knew she was going to help me earlier, but all she did was apologize and shut the door back. She was short, petite, with a honey brown skin complexion. She had a short pixie cut that complimented her slender face, the same chinky black eyes as Faheem, and thick heart-shaped lips. The woman was a beauty for sure.
On the loveseat to our right was another female, I assumed Faheem’s sister. Not because she looked like him, but Big Frank was her twin. She had his gingerbread colored skin complexion, round face, light brown round eyes, high cheekbones, and wide lips that filled her face. Even though she was sitting down, you could tell her body was stacked. Her hair laid out flawlessly ina jet black bob that framed her face perfectly. Then there was Mixie standing off to the left side frowning.
“Why you just wash yo’ hands?” Mixie asked, not missing a beat. She had daggers shooting from her eyes at the both of us. I looked back at Faheem seeing him drying his hands off with a paper towel.
“ ‘Cause I can.” Faheem shot Mixie a warning with his eyes. Niggas really weren’t shit. He was checking her when his ass was up to no good.
“I’m Toi, and you are?” Faheem’s mom said, standing from Big Frank’s lap, walking to me with her hand extended for me to shake.
“I’m Juniper,” I said, shaking her hand.
“I know you’ve met my son and my husband. This is my daughter, Frankee,” Toi said, motioning to the other girl on the couch. She smiled and waved at me sweetly. “You can have a seat, dear, since my son seems to have forgotten his manners.” Toi motioned for me to have a seat next to Frankee then cut her eyes at Faheem. Doing as I was told, I sat on the right side of Frankee. “Care to tell me about yourself? Since you and my son are getting married…”
Mixie smacked her lips loudly mumbling under her breath. “Is there a problem?” Toi asked, directing her attention towards Mixie.
“It’s not like they getting married for real.” Mixie sounded like a little kid throwing a tantrum.”
“I do understand that, however, she will be around us. I like to know the people who are going to be around my family. Is that okay with you, Mixie?” Toi asked in a calm, sarcastic voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mixie grumbled. I noticed Frankee was looking at Mixie like she was waiting on her to say something wrong so she could pounce on her.
“There’s not much to tell aside from me wanting to get this entire ordeal over with. Respectfully, this isn’t how I envisioned myself being married.” I tried to sound as polite as possible.
“I understand.” Toi smiled at me, seeming genuine. “Do you have a job?”
“Yeah, I think I do. I’m an x-ray technician. It’s not my dream job, but it pays the bills. I’m eventually going to work my way to being an ultrasound tech.” I really wanted to open my own sonogram image center that specialized in women’s imaging. I had been saving as much as I could every year. I wasn’t close to my goal, but I was on my way.
“That’s good.” Toi looked back at Big Frank in an approving manner. “I like to hear that. A woman with ambitions. Do you have any kids?”
“Defintly not.” I never even thought about having kids. They were the furthest thing from my mind right now. I liked helping women withtheirpregnancies, I never planned on having any of my own.
I didn’t dislike kids per say. They were cute or whatever. With all the stuff I wanted to do with my own life, I didn’t see it in my near future on settling down and being a mom, for a long time at least.
“Do you plan on living under the same roof?”
“No. I have my own place,” I quickly answered. I didn’t see the problem with me staying in my apartment. Living with Faheem was surely a recipe for my own downfall. I folded like melted butter a few minutes ago, and we were in his parents’ house. I didn’t stand a chance living under the same roof as him
“Nah, I’ma get you an apartment closer to me,” Faheem cooly said as he stood next to Mixie, who mugged him when he said that, but he paid her no mind.
“That doesn't work for me. You not finna be sneaking of to fu-” Mixie quickly corrected herself when Toi glared at her.“Uh… mess with her while I’m waiting at home. She can stay in one of our guest rooms in our condo,” Mixie angrily said.
“Absoluetly not.” I frowned my lip looking at both of them crazy. Faheem gave Mixie a hard expression. Slowly, he began nodding his head in agreement.
“That makes sense,” Faheem responded to my dismay. “You sure you cool with that?” he asked Mixie like it mattered if she was okay with it. I didn’t give a damn how she felt. I wasn’t moving in with her or Faheem. Both of them had lost their entire minds.
“It doesn’t matter if she’s “cool with it”.” I made air quotes mugging the fuck out of both of them. “Because I’m not. I don’t want to live with you or her.” Just because my life was in Faheem’s hands that didn’t mean I was about to be uncomfortable. Faheem and his cock eyed parrot could take turns kissing my entire ass.
