“Faheem,” Juniper groaned, trying not to meet my eye contact.
“You okay, Juniper?” Frankee asked.
“She straight. We just talkin’,” I answered for her.
“Nigga, I’m not talking to you. Juniper?”
“I’m okay,” Juniper spoke.
“Take yo ass on, Frankee. I got Juniper,” I told my hardheaded ass sister.
“How you got my friend when yo bitch is somewhere looking for you?” Frankee asked, not missing a beat.
“No, forreal. You in here pressing me, but you got on all red? That means you unavailable, right? Then let me be, so I can find a nigga in green.” Juniper looked like she wanted to fuck me up.
“I got a bitch, but you knew that. It’s not a secret. You still wanted to fuck with a nigga, and now we here. It ain’t no going back.”
Our reality wasn’t perfect, but it was what it was. A nigga was falling deep for Juniper, and it was too fucking late to catch myself.
“Well, I wanna go back,” she said with an attitude, rolling her eyes up in that big ass head of hers.
“Why?” I asked. When she refused to answer me, I kissed her neck, knowing it was one of her spots that got her pussy gushy. “I don’t make you feel good?” I asked in between sucking on her neck. “I don’t treat this pussy right?” I asked, using my arm that was still in a cast to balance Juniper on the door, then my other hand found its way between her legs. Just like I knew, her juices were leaking through the flimsy material. Juniper moaned as soon as my fingers went to work on her clit.
“I know the fuck y’all aren’t,” Franke said, sounding pissed. I heard her heels clicking against the floor followed by the door.
“Just cause I’ma let you make me cum don’t change shit between us,” Juniper said, then grabbed my neck and kissed me roughly, grinding her pussy into my hands. My dick was aboutto bust out my jeans, and I knew if I took it out, I was fucking Juniper. If I didn’t fuck with her like I did, I wouldn’t give a fuck about fucking her for the first time in this bathroom, but that wasn’t how I wanted shit to play out with us. I could have sworn I heard the bathroom door open again, but I was too caught up in kissing Juniper.
“Juniper, baby, can I taste it again?” I had never asked to eat a bitch’s pussy, but with Juniper, shit was different. I wanted to consume everything about her. If I could walk around with her pussy on my lips all day I would. This girl really was fucking up my head.
I didn’t wait for her to answer me. I placed Juniper on her feet. Squatting down in front of her, I pulled her pants down then placed her legs over my shoulders. Juniper watched me in a lust filled haze, rubbing my head affectionately as I pulled her panties to the side, kissing her soaked lips. Placing a big kiss from the bottom of her pussy to the top. I stuck my tongue between her pussy lips, enjoying every drop of her.
“Right there. Faheeemmm.” Juniper twerked her pussy on my lips.
“Like this, baby?” I asked, flickering my tongue rapidly over her clit. Her back arched, and she used her hands to press my face deeper in her pussy.
“Yesss, daddy, just like that.” Juniper’s hips thrusted into my face. “Uhh-huh, just like that. Yesss, baeee,” Juniper screamed as she came all over my face.
As bad as I wanted to keep eating her pussy, it would only lead to me fucking her. Looking up at Juniper, I loved seeing her spent. It was something about looking at her that made my heart skip a beat. “You look good as fuck right now,” I said, biting my lip. My mouth was still inches from her pussy.
“I know,” Juniper cockily replied. “Too bad another nigga gon’ get to enjoy my after-nut-glow.”
“Get fucked up,” I warned her as I took her legs from my neck, then stood to my full height, looking down at her.
“As long as you have a bitch, I’ma have a nigga. That way we can be even. When I get to be in my feelings, I can call my nigga, to make me feel better,” Juniper said as I helped her readjust her clothes.
“You out yo mutha fuckin’ mind. As long as you my wife, you not entertainin’ nan nigga. You already seen what I can do. Fuck with it if you want to.” I gave her a menacing glare. I hoped Juniper didn’t fuck around and find shit out the hard way.
Smacking her lips, Juniper gave me a crazy look. “You sound dumb. Us being married ain’t real, and you have an entire girlfriend you not leaving. Why the hell would I make myself unavailable when you already showed me who comes first? I can fuck with you on my terms, not on yours.” Juniper gave me a dirty look then opened the stall, storming out. I followed behind her not paying attention that she’d stopped.
Bumping into her, I frowned then looked up seeing Mixie leaned against the sink with her arms folded across her chest. Juniper chuckled looking back at me shaking her head as she walked past Mixie out the bathroom.
“I’m ready to fucking go,” Mixie said with malice in her voice.
“Bet,” I responded. I wasn’t in the head space to deal with her when my mind was still on Juniper. It was fucked up to say, but I was more concerned with the possibility that Juniper might fuck with another nigga tonight. I knew Mixie wasn’t leaving a nigga, but Juniper… she was on some entirely different shit. That had a nigga’s chest tight.
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“It’s not even the fact that I heard you giving another bitch head that’s bothering me. You know what my issue is?” Mixiesaid, breaking the weird ass silence we’d been in since we left the club.
