“It sure the fuck is,” I said with my chest poked out, even though my feelings were hurt. I couldn’t believe he made a fucking fool out of me, but I swore this was going to be the first and last time.
“I don’t know what for? This don’t change nothin’ with us.” Faheem once again pulled me into him, this time engulfing me in a bear hug when I tried to push him away. “I still fuck with you the long way, but my girl comes first. Don’t take this shit personally; we still gon’ take that hike, just not tonight. Aight?” Faheem kissed me on the forehead like he did something.
I had nothing to say to the nigga; I didn’t care how much he kissed me, I didn’t have shit else for him.
“You mad at me, Juni?” he asked in a sensual tone that made my core rumble as desire built up.
“I’m good,” I answered emotionlessly. I just wanted him to go on about his night and leave me the fuck alone.
“Don’t be mad at me. I’ma make it up to you, I promise.” The nigga had the audacity to really look at me with real sadness in his eyes. I hated that I’d learned to read his bitch ass so well. How could he be sad about the shit he was doing?
“That’s fine, can you go now.?” I asked, not because I didn’t want him on me. The fact was the longer I stayed in his embrace, the weaker my resolve would be towards him.
“Ion wanna go yet. I can’t spend a little time with you before I go?” Faheem asked me as he lifted me off my feet, carrying me the short distance towards my bed.
Where he tossed me down, my back collided with the pillowtop mattress.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching Faheem climb between my legs.
Instead of responding to me, he shrugged his shoulders and continued on. Hooking his hands in my sleeping shorts, he pulled down my shorts then panties.
“Faheeemmm…” I couldn’t remember what I was about to say when I felt Faheem’s tongue on my pussy.
Greedily, he licked and sucked on my clit like it was the last time he’d ever be able to. Sloppily, he made out with my pussy lips and clit as if they were real lips. My hands gripped the sheets as Faheem feasted on my pussy. His tongue flicked across my clit, then I felt his fingers gliding inside of my drenched pussy. My hips moved to a beat of their own trying to keep up with the tempo Faheem was going. He went back to sucking on my clit while his fingers fucked me relentlessly. The tightening in my stomach as the pleasure from my impending orgasm sent my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
“OOOMIGOODNESSSS!” I screamed, feeling my orgasm shoot through my body.
Faheem softly sucked my clit through my orgasm as I fought for my next breath. He kissed my pussy in a loving manner,giving it one last lick before he sat up, his face shining from me cumming all over his face.
“You still mad at me, baby?” he asked, placing kisses on my stomach, making his way up my body.
Letting out a dejected sigh, I held back the smart comment sitting on the tip of my tongue. “No, Faheem.”
Looking down at me for a few seconds before kissing me on my lips, I welcomed him, loving tasting myself on his lips. Making out passionately, I could feel the fleshiness of Faheem’s hard dick pressed against my naked pussy. I don’t know when, but he’d pushed his pants and boxers down, resting his dick between the folds on my pussy.
“This shit crazy. You fucking me up, Juniper,” Faheem said, quickly kissing me again while simultaneously thrusting his dick against me. I could feel the head of his dick at my entrance. I wanted so bad for Faheem to fuck me. “I want this shit too bad, and that ain’t safe for either one of us. Let me take care of shit on the home front, then I’ma be back to take care of you. Just be good for daddy.” Faheem kissed me one last time, then he got up from the bed. fixing his clothes then leaving out my room.
I shook my head. He was a fool if he thought I was going to sit in this house waiting for him while he was out with another bitch. Reaching on my night stand, I found my phone. Unlocking it, I hit redial, listening to it ring until Frankee’s voice.
“Well, well, well, what do I owe the pleasure of this call to?” she knowingly said into the phone.
“Don’t do that. Either you want me to come or not.”
“I absolutely want my new bestie to come show out with me. You need to hurry up and get ready. I don’t know if I told you, it’s a stop light party.”
“What’s a stop light party?” I asked with a slight frown. I was hoping it wasn’t any freaky shit going on at this club.
“Chile, you are too young to be so clueless. You have to either wear green which means you are single, yellow, it’s complicated, and red is off limits. I know you better come in this bitch in all green too.”
“Trust me, I most definitely will be in green. As a matter of fact, I got the perfect outfit in mind too.” I had a trick up my sleeve. If Faheem wanted to play, I was gonna welcome his ass to recess.
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“Bitch, I didn’t know you were coming like this. I’m here for the shit,” Frankee said, hyping me up as we made our way to the entrance of the club.
I was the type to see a cute outfit and buy it then never wear it because I didn’t go out that much. Or I would talk myself out of wearing it thinking it was too much. In this moment, I wanted to do so much that Faheem would have no choice but to hear about this shit. I took so many pictures before I left the house. I couldn’t wait to post them either. Hell yeah, Faheem followed me. He was always the first nigga to like my pictures. Come to think of it, I didn’t want to wait to see that nigga sweat. I wanted to ruin his fucking night like he’d done mine.
“Sometimes you gotta remind a nigga of the bad bitch you are,” I quoted my caption for the pictures I uploaded to my IG.
