“What you think, ugly?” I smartly replied, giving Faheem a dirty look. I hadn’t let up on my attitude. I wasn’t about to make this shit easy for him.
“That you want some dick, but you mad ‘cause you can’t get none… But I told you when this shit over, I got you.” Faheem smirked, casually walking over to me with a bag of food.
“Give me my food.” I snatched the bag from him. His dumb ass always had the ability to get me flustered.
Taking the food out the bag, my stomach instantly grumbled when I opened the brown paper bag. Faheem wasn’t stingy when it came to feeding me. I would say since I’d been here, I'd been eating good. I knew I gained some weight with the way Faheem had been feeding me. Tonight, he came with my favorite kind of food–a seafood boil, and the bag was big as fuck too. I did a little happy dance on the bed, I had forgotten Faheem was even in the room. All I knew was I was about to bash.
“Stop playin’ with me.” Faheem startled me, his voice low. Licking his lips, he gave me lustful eyes that had butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Do that shit when you sitting on my face.”
I thanked God my back was to Faheem. My eyes closed, my body shuttering as my mind pictured Faheem eating my pussy.I have to get away from this man.Gathering my composure, I took a deep breath, giving Faheem a dirty look over my shoulder.
“Never gonna happen. I only let niggas who don’t kidnap me or have girlfriends taste this pot of gold,” I smartly replied, stealing a peek at him over my shoulder.
“First time for everything. Why you facin’ the wall though? Look at a nigga.”
Smacking my lips, I repositioned myself on the bed, facing him with my legs folded and my seafood boil in between my legs. “I got my food, you can go now.” I shooed him with my hand while mugging him.
“You got me fucked up. That seafood boil is for the both of us,” Faheem said, stepping out his shoes, then making his way over to the bed sitting a few inches from me.
My pussy thumped; he was too close to me. His cologne intoxicated me, making my thoughts irrational.
“I’m not sharing,” I replied, attempting to hide the shakiness of my voice.
“I got three extra lobster tails and two extra clusters of crab legs. We sharin’ that shit, or you ain’t gettin’ none,” Faheem coolly said, unzipping his jacket, revealing his plain white t-shirt. He looked at my pouting face, then a smirk slowly crossed his lips. “Don’t trip, I ain't talkin’ about dick. I’ma still give you some of that.”
“Boy… shut up. I don’t want none of that shit. Ya bitch must have some dry ass pussy ‘cause you been tryna force that wack ass dick on me since I been here,” I sarcastically replied while putting my attention on opening the seafood boil.
“Nah…” Faheem said, pausing to put on his plastic gloves. “My bitch’s pussy fire. I make that shit squirt everyday.”
“Good for you,” I dryly replied. Low key, I was bothered at the thought of him fucking another female, but I knew that was my hormones, nothing more. “Give her yo’ dick ‘cause I don’t want it.” I slid my gloves on and refocused my thoughts on my food.
“I’m tryna see what yo’ shit hittin’ for. I know yo’ shit gon’ be just as good… might even be better.” Faheem gave me a boyish grin.
I didn’t reply to him right away, I needed to eat a little before I entertained Faheem and his foolishness. The first potato I placed in my mouth melted. I was in heaven. I didn’t know where he’d gotten this food, but it tasted amazing. I was in the zone smacking my lips, slurping all the food I could down. I literally forgot about Faheem eating with me. When I say I had to force myself to stop eating, I meant that. The food tasted magical. I didn’t want to stop eating, but I had to before I made myself sick. Laying back propped up on the pillows behind me, I relaxed with my hands on my full belly and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sleepy, I just needed a few minutes to regroup.
“That’s why yo’ ass feel like you weigh 500 pounds now. You just gobbled half the food down in three minutes or less,” Faheem’s dramatic ass joked, lightly laughing.
“Nowhere near 500 pounds,” I spat with my eyes still closed.
“I never said you were. I can see that shit clear as day.” I could hear the lust in his voice. I imagined he was taking in my entire frame enjoying it. “But you not light either. I almost died carrying yo’ heavy ass in the house. That shit ain’t normal. Ion know if it’s that big ass head or what, but you shouldn’t be as heavy as you are either.”
“It’s also not normal to kidnap me because my daddy owes you money,” I sassily said, opening my eyes to find Faheem looking at me with an interesting expression on his face.
“Really it is, though. I done seen a nigga get his whole family killed over owing a nigga some bread. If you really think about it, what better way to get a nigga to pay you money than going after someone they loved?”
In the underworld, what Faheem said made sense. The street codes and all that other shit was fine and dandy when it didn’t involve me.
“I don’t care about none of that. I didn’t borrow the money, so I shouldn’t have to suffer.” I pouted, getting mad again thinking about my circumstances.
“Baby girl, you far from suffering. You might not want to be here, but you comfortable, and you eatin’ better than most. Look at this like a mini vacation you get to take with me.” Faheem winked at me playfully.
“Psst. This is a janky ass vacation. Being stuck inside of the same room with food being the only thing for me to look forward to. Yeah. I’ll pass and go back to my regular life,” I replied in a condescending tone.
“Don’t forget this dick too. You looking forward to that too.” He laughed at his own joke, and I couldn’t say anything becausedeep, deep inside of me… there was a side of me that wanted to see what the hype about Faheem’s dick was.
“My pussy is definitely better. Way better…” slipped from my lips before I had the chance to comprehend what I was really saying. Reality set in, and embarrassment followed. I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide until Faheem left.
Frowning at me, Faheem looked clueless about my comment. Then a sneaky grin leisurely spread across his face as he realized what I was referring to.
