“Faheem,” I huffed out, he was doing the most right now, on top of him grinding his hard dick into my ass.
He sucked his teeth looking at me with aggravation in his stare. “It’s my birthday party. You ain’t tell a nigga happy birthday. Ain’t bought a nigga shit. Came in my party and didn't say one word to me. You being hostile with a nigga ‘cause you got caught up tryna be a ho'. The least you can do is help a nigga cut his cake.”
“That’s what’s Mixie is for. She yo bitch, remember?" I said with as much attitude as I could while rolling my eyes to myself. I hated saying that out loud.
“And you my wife. I want you with me too.”
“Faheem…” I whined, knowing I was about to give in to him.
“Please, baby. I missed you. I don’t want to be away from you anymore,” Faheem turned me around so I was looking up at him. His arms wrapped around my waist again, he caught me off guard kissing me passionately on the lips.
“Fine,” I begrudgingly said. Of course his ass was getting his way again. “Don’t kiss me no more,” I warned him, trying to save face, hearing the giggles from behind us.
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“Hold on. Shit, Faheem slow down, baby,” I cried out, placing my hand on his chest.
Sweat glistened off the both of us as he fucked me into oblivion. After everyone sang happy birthday, he cut the cake. We ended up chilling in the pool with some of his people. I had to pee at some point, and when I went inside of the mansion, Faheem wasn’t far behind me. I didn’t realize he was following me. Once I was done using the restroom, Faheem was waiting outside the door for me. He fucked me in the bathroom, a quickie, and I thought it was over when someone needed to use the bathroom. My mistake ‘cause he led me into the first bedroom we came across, and we hadn’t left since. I swear he had to have taken a honey pack or something because his dick hadn’t gone soft yet.
He had my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me against the wall. He was so deep in me, every breath I took felt like his dick was inside my lungs. My bathing suit was useless, torn apart. Faheem was relentless, nothing was going to keep him from getting inside me.
“Fuck that,” he barked, smacking my hand from his chest. “I want you to feel this shit. You see how hard my dick is? You did that. So, you gotta take this dick.”
Faheem didn’t give me a chance to answer before he hooked my legs in his arms, grabbed my arms, and started bouncing me on his dick, hitting my g-spot over and over again. Tears welled up in the corner of my eyes. I felt like I was floating in bliss the way he was making me feel.
“Ooo… I’m gonna cum, Faheeem.” Real tears rolled down my face as my fifth orgasm came over my body.
“That’s it, Juniper. I love seeing you cum on my dick.” He kissed me, and I welcomed his kiss. “You gonna give me a baby, Juni?” Faheem sensually whispered in my ear. He had me stuck. Was this just sex talk, or was he serious? Did he really want a baby with me? “I can’t hear you, Juniper. Can I fill this pussy up?”
“Fa-“
“No, tell me what I want to hear, Juniper. Tell me you gonna give me a baby,” he growled, sounding like he was holding back his nut.
“I’ma have your baby.” I didn't know why I said it, but I did. It felt right in the moment. Even more when I felt his warm cum filling me up.
“I love you, Juniper,” Faheem said, holding me in his arms lovingly.
“I lo-“ My words were cut off by a loud knocking at the door. Then, I heard Mixie’s voice calling Faheem’s name.
Kissing his teeth, Faheem instantly looked annoyed. Carrying me over to the bed, he laid me down. He gave me a few loving pecks on the lips, before slipping back into his swim trunks and opening the door.
“I been looking all over for you.” Mixie sounded annoyed.
“You found me,” Faheem replied dryly.
“I did. Of course you not alone.” She cut her eyes over to me. By now, I had got under the covers. I gave Mixie the same frown she was giving me.
“You straight?” Faheem asked, ignoring her pettiness.
“We good,” she smartly answered him. “I see you started without me?”
Faheem looked back at me intently for a few seconds. Then he shook his head looking back at Mixie. “Nah, this ain’t that. But I got a ride for you whenever you ready to go home.” Mixie and I were both shocked by his response.
“Are you serious?”
“Come on, Mixie, let a nigga make it.” Faheem sounded like he was getting agitated.
“WOW. I guess I’m not welcome to get some dick from my nigga.” She grilled him, but he seemed unfazed.
