“I do.” I could see the excitement dancing in his eyes. “I wanna feel her though. I’m clean,” Faheem said as he ran his hand over my clit. He was tryna distract me, but I wasn’t going.
“That’s fine, but I’m not finna let you trap me with a baby.” I watched him carefully as he stood up from his knees.
Glaring down at me, he nodded in agreement. He reached in his pocket pulling out a gold Magnum. “Come ‘ere,” he commanded me as he used his hands to pull me into him.
Lifting my head to meet his waiting kiss, we nastily made out. His hand roamed my body. I didn’t have a clue where this situation was headed, but I was gonna enjoy myself while I was in it.
Chapter 16
Faheem Banks
June, 2020
“Arch yo mutha fuckin’ back. You wanted this dick. You finna take of this shit.”
“Uhn-uhn. I’m trying. Faheeemmm,” Juniper’s sexy ass moaned as she looked back at a nigga while I drilled into her.
Since the first time I got to feel her pussy, I hadn’t left. Every time I fucked Juniper, her shit was tight and wet. Her ass stayed ready for me too. Whenever I wanted to get inside that pussy, she was down.
“Don’t try. Fuckin me like it’s my fuckin’ birthday.” I don’t know why Juniper wanted to play like she couldn’t take this dick when she handled this shit like a pro.
Doing as she was told, Juniper bent over, gripping her ankles, and she started throwing her ass back. She was making her shit clap on my dick just how I liked it. Seeing her brown ass cheeks jiggle with every movement of her hips had me hypnotized. Juniper looked back at me, smiling at a nigga. Shewinked at me deviously before she started bouncing her ass on my dick rapidly. She wanted to make a nigga cum, and as good as she had a nigga feeling, I wasn’t going. Earlier today, we went to get my cast cut off. Now I could handle Juniper the way I’d been wanting to.
I wrapped my hand around her waist, lifting her up, with her back pressed against my chest. I wrapped my free hand around her throat, and my dick still in her gushing pussy. I turned us around so we could see our reflections in the mirror. Juni’s black shorts were pushed to the side, and my dick stuffed into her pussy. Her titties were pulled out the top of her shirt, with her pretty brown nipples out. I started to relentlessly fuck Juniper. Bouncing her up and down I felt her pussy squeezing my dick, and I knew she was cumming again. I loved seeing the white trail she left going down my shit.
“You cummin’ on my dick?” I whispered in her ear lowly, then nibbled on it. Feeling my own nut rise, I tried to pull out of Juniper, but her pussy felt too good for me to not nut in.
I knew I was finna hear her mouth, but that nut was worth it. Just like I expected, Juniper gave me a mean ass glare after she pulled herself off my dick.
“What the hell did I tell you about cumming in me, Faheem? Damn. I don’t want to keep taken fucking plan b’s.” Juniper pushed past me going into one of the bathroom stalls.
“Ain’t nobody tell you to take that shit in the first fuckin’ place!” I yelled back at her evil ass.
I wasn’t tryna get Juniper pregnant or no shit like that. I just felt like if it happened, it happened. I’d been fucking Mixie raw for years, and she only got pregnant that one time. What would make shit different with Juniper? And if she did get pregnant, it wasn’t like we didn’t have the means to take care of a fucking baby.
Juniper snatched the stall door open, lookin’ at a nigga like I spit on her ass. “Nigga, are you dumb? I’m not bringing a baby into this dysfunctional ass shit.”
“Man, gon’ with that shit. It’s my birthday tomorrow. I ain't tryna argue with you about this stupid shit.”
I ain’t even gon’ fake Juniper worked my fucking nerves like no other sometimes. I don’t know why certain shit she said and did got under my skin the way it did. A nigga was offended that she got so bent out of shape about having a baby with me like I was a bum ass nigga. In moments like this, I didn’t want her ass anywhere near me, but at the same time, I didn’t want her away from me.
“Stupid until it happens, and we looking crazy,” she spat as she walked over to the sink, washing her hands. “Got me fucking you in a mall bathroom.” Juniper shook her head at her reflection.
“You liked that shit too. I bet you that pussy still wet.” I cockily grinned at her as I walked up behind her, pressing my dick into her ass. Reaching around her, I put soap on my hands and started washing my hands with her.
“You so aggy. I swear.” She smirked, trying to hold back her smile.
I kissed her on the side of her neck before pulling back as I said. “But you love a nigga though.”
“Unfortanently,” Juniper groaned as we both made our way to the paper towel dispenser. Drying our hands, I unlocked the door to the bathroom we were in then we headed back to the mall.
A real nigga’s birthday was tomorrow. I wasn’t tryna do shit forreal, but Mixie wasn’t going for that. She wanted to throw a big ass party as she did for me every year. Last year, she threw a big ass block party. This year, she decided to have dinner at some expensive ass restaurant the day of. Then for the weekend,a pool party at aB&Bhouse she rented. I didn’t care for all the extra shit, but if Mixie wanted a party, it was going to be a party. These last few weeks had been smooth as fuck. When I told Juniper to let shit move naturally, I didn’t expect for shit to work out as smooth as it had been. I had my day where I spent time with Mixie, then my other days when it was all about Juniper. Mixie didn’t trip on a nigga when I did shit with Juniper. She was cool as long as I came home to her. Juniper stayed between my condo and Frankee’s house. When Juniper did stay at my condo, she never came outta her room. I ain’t gon’ lie, a nigga would sneak in her room ‘cause I’d miss seeing her pretty ass face. This shit was working out so good, it had me really contemplating if I could have two bitches for the long run.
It sounded good, but Juniper’s ass wasn’t gonna go for it. She’d been saying little slick shit, and I knew she was starting to feel some type of way about Mixie. I fucked with Juniper. Her big headed ass had a place in my heart. She damn near was at the same level as Mixie. Juniper was my baby, and I could see myself fucking with her for the long run. The problem was Juniper was like me when it came to sharing. We didn’t fuck with that shit. At some point, all of this was gonna come to an end, and I really didn’t want to have to pick between Mixie and Juniper. Mostly ‘cause I knew I would pick Mixie, and I couldn’t deal with losing Juniper. I didn’t see a world where I could see her happy with a nigga that wasn’t me. I didn’t know how I was gonna keep Juniper from leaving a nigga, but something had to give ‘cause I wasn’t willing to let her leave me.
“We can go ‘cause I ain’t seen not one bathing suit that I liked,” Juniper said, walking slightly ahead of me with her head buried in her phone. “Besides, I told you I got one at the house I just bought.” I heard what she said, but I couldn’t help that I liked buying her new shit. Juniper was so caught up in her phonethat she didn’t notice she was walking in the opposite direction of the exit.
“Who the fuck you textin’?” I snapped, snatching her phone from her hand. When I saw the nameDoloat the top of her screen, a nigga saw red.
