I honestly don’t think that Raven understood how deep the rabbit hole went with my beef with Khalil, and I hated the muthafuckas thought that it started with Melissa.
Although I’d fucked with Melissa after Khalil, or maybe sometimes we were fucking her at the same time, I don’t think that either of us cared, for real. We were actually rather cool, despite having a few bitches in common. It wasn’t until Shell came and told me that Khalil literally paid her to hook him up with Raven. Only Raven didn’t bend or she brushed Shell off whenever she brought it to her.
Knowing that me and Raven was together and literally had a baby, I felt like Khalil was out of line. So, I stepped to him, and ended up skiing his bitch ass across the pavement. Raven was none the wiser, becauseI didn’t willingly admit to how often I was literally fighting to prove my love.
So, when it was confirmed that Raven had spent that time with Khalil, he became my arch nemesis, and there were no bounds to the levels I’d stoop. Not giving a fuck, I’d robbed Khalil’s trap house, and personally stole his car, having it stripped down, before selling the parts. I thought about taking Khalil’s main bitch, but I honestly didn’t think that she was fine enough to bother with. I mean…she was cool, but she was definitely no Raven.
Nevertheless, that whole ordeal introduced something new to me. Until that moment, I didn’t think that Raven was capable of breaking my heart, only to realize that she had the power to break me down like nobody else. The thought of her cheating while she was pregnant with my baby haunted me. And awakened insecurities so deep that I couldn’t tell a soul.
I said all that to say that bitches went out of their way to tell Raven anything that remotely seemed like tea, because they were jealous of the way that I lovedher. The way that I protected her name. The way that I was quick to remind them that she’d always come first, and I didn’t see them how I saw her. Not to say that there weren’t some girls who brought her information simply because they were her friends. But that still didn’t matter, because they were moving based off what they’d heard. Never from what they’d seen. Because despite how those hoes talked, I never moved like I didn’t have a woman at home. I proudly wore my wedding ring. So, nobody was confused about my relationship status or ever misled. They just wanted Raven to believe that she wasn’t special, because they weren’t.
“Bae, how many times I gotta tell you that them hoes just be hating? They swear that I’m fucking with this broad or that one. Meanwhile, those bitches be living in the projects, barely making it. There’s no way in the world that I’d take interest in a woman, and don’t naturally do for her. Change her life. And none of them hoes can say that. I take care of what’s mine. So, you gotta stop letting muthafuckas feel so comfortable coming at you with gossip. It drives me crazy, because we be good, until you allow people to get in your head.”
She huffed, as she sauntered over to the bed, and sat down. “You say that, because you aint in my position. You’d lose your mind if niggas were going around saying that they’d fucked me.”
I shrugged. “I really can’t relate, cause these niggas understand that it’s consequences for that type of shit. I’ll lay a nigga down, have his fucking face on a t-shirt.”
She smirked. “That’s that ignorant shit, right there.”
I approached her. “It is what it is.”
She licked her lips. “Why did you get this room, when we have that big ass house?”
“Cause.” I reached down and nicked her chin.
“Cause what?”
“Cause. I wanted to give you a break from the norm. No house. No kids. Just us. Plus, I aint gotta worry about them hearing you scream.”
“Me scream?” She pointed at her chest. “Nigga, that beyou, most of the time.”
I chuckled, knowing that she was telling the truth. “Okay.” I nodded. “But it’syourturn tonight.”
She smirked confidently. “Yeah, Ion know ‘bout all that.”
Twenty minutes later, I had her butt naked, on her back, ass at the edge of the bed, legs spread eagle, while I fluttered my tongue over her clit.
Those pregnancy hormones hit different, as she was working her hips, flexing that pussy all over my face. Sloppily, I slurped her clit, before sucking it.
“Ja, Ja, Jahhhhh!” She stuttered.
I lapped up her juices, while the sounds of me smacking on that pussy echoed throughout the room.
“Ummm,” she moaned.
I hummed into the pussy, while flicking my tongue.
“Jahrein!” She shouted. “I’m finna pee!”
Ignoring her warning, I kept licking, until she was squirting in my face.
“Ahhhhhh!” She screeched out, hitting a high note like Minnie Riperton.
Her legs were soon shaking, as I was still probing her with my tongue.
“Jahreiiiiiiiiin!”
“Uh huh. Thought it was a fucking game, huh?” I sucked her clit.
