The sound of my name being called had us both looking around to find Jordan’s ass stalking across the parking lot I instantly tensed up, wrapping my hand around my pepper spray. He’d acted a fool the last time I saw him, and since Sosa wasn’t around, I didn’t know what he’d try and do.
“Girl, who the fuck is that?” Angie questioned, reaching into her bag. I didn’t know what she was going for, but she’d made enough comments at work about packing for me to guess, and I was grateful that she was there just in case shit went left.
“Nobody,” I spat, sucking my teeth. It was crazy how much I was seeing himafterour breakup, when he barely wanted to be around while we were fucking. I’d chalked it up to him just wanting to control shit, but he was really taking it too far.
“Can I talk you?” The closer he got, the more visible the black eyes he sported were, and I couldn’t help wincing.
Sosa had fucked him up with one hit, and if I was looking like that after a nigga punched me, I would not have been outside, let alone stalking the person who caused it. Despite that, he was still fresh as fuck and rocking new jewelry like he was eating good. I was actually happy for him; I just wished he’d leave me the fuck alone.
“No, I’m leaving for the night, Jordan. Besides, I already told you I’m not fucking with you.” I took a couple of steps back, instantly turning my nose up at the Armani cologne he was wearing that used to have me weak. I couldn’t believe I’d been so pressed behind him, and now I couldn’t even stand the sight of his ass.
Anger quickly washed over his face, and he reached out to grab my wrist. “You ain’t got time for me now, ’cause you’re being that nigga’s hoe? Just a couple weeks ago, your fat ass was begging me to spend time with you, and now you can’t spare a second?” he fumed.
My lips twisted in irritation. It was just like a nigga to insult you just because you’d moved on. He was talking like just a couple weeks ago, he wasn’t fucking me, but now I was fat.
“Nigga, I know you better let her the fuck go! She said she don’t want to talk to you, and I damn sure can’t blame her. Ole raccoon faced ass!” Angie stepped between us but never took her hand out of her bag.
While his eyes landed on her, I wrestled my hand away. “You’re just mad ’cause you obviously miss my fat ass! I promise you my man loves every inch of me, and he don’t got a problem showing it! I’m bouta go ride his face right now!” I said smartly but jumped back a few steps and held up my mace when he lunged at me.
Angie’s crazy ass finally pulled her hand out of her bag, and I almost cracked up laughing when I saw her holding a bulky ass sock.
“Nigga, I will knock your ass into next week!”
Seeing what he was up against had Jordan chuckling bitterly, but he didn’t come any closer. “That nigga really got you feelin’ yourself! You don’t even know who you’re fuckin’ with, but you gon’ find out soon. I can promise you that! Stay safe, though.” He grunted, finally walking away as my heart pounded.
“You’re the one who needs to stay safe! This Walgreens, fool! Come for the savings and leave with a busted head!” Angie was still going off as he disappeared into the darkness, and I had to stop her crazy ass from following him. Normally, I’d have been laughing at her antics, but I couldn’t help wondering what the fuck he was talking about.
Hours later, I had my legs wrapped around Sosa’s head, damn near about to smother him as he sucked on my clit like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He damn sure acted like it, and he never hesitated to tell me so. “Fuuuuk, baby!” I whined as my stomach quivered, and I exploded in his mouth. He came up from between my thighs grinning cockily as he wiped his glistening beard.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy cummin’ on my tongue, girl, damn.” He grunted, pressing soft kisses against my inner thighs while I tried to gain control of my body.
It literally hadn’t taken much for me to forget all about the goofy shit Jordan said once I got to Sosa’s house, and he met me at the door with a hard dick. I had nothing but draining him on the brain, and obviously, so did he. “What you think about being my date for this shit my mama got coming up?” He was still planting kisses on my skin, and my ears were still ringing, but somehow, I heard him loud and clear.
“You tryna ask me about meeting your parents with my pussy on your face?” I giggled, but he thumped my clit, sending a jolt through my body and shutting me right up.
“You don’t want to?” His forehead bunched as he crawled up my body and hovered over me with his chains swaying in my face. He looked so fucking good it didn’t make any sense. Even when his features were balled up in irritation, shit, especially then. Since we’d crossed that line, I’d learned that he loved to take his frustrations out on my pussy, and he did that shit well.My back arched as his heavy dick slapped against my middle, and I bit back a moan.
“Shiiiiit, yessss. You know I do.” I groaned, and he grinned before giving me a sloppy kiss that tasted like the perfect blend of our juices.
“Good, your sister is going, too, so I can give you some money to get a dress. It’s some black-tie shit, so you gotta make sure you show out.” He was giving me details as rocked against me, dipping his head in and pulling right back out.
“Okaaaay.” Raising my head, I caught his lip, sucking it into my mouth while simultaneously wrapping my legs around his back to force him inside me.
I was willing to agree to anything at the moment, and I know that’s what he was banking on. Things had picked up between us, and I was opening up more, but meeting his family so soon seemed like a big step. Under normal circumstances, and without his dick in the equation, I probably would’ve wanted time to think about it. Since he was teasing me with that monster between his legs, though, I was already considering dress colors.
“Fuuuck, Perfect. This pussy fit me so good.” He groaned, filling me up. My head was already spinning, so I was completely caught off guard when he did some wrestler shit that had me on top of him as he sat up. The change in position had him even deeper, damn near feeling him in my stomach. “Bounce them titties in my face, baby.”
Gripping his neck, I shifted so my feet were planted on the mattress and rolled my hips. I alternated between bouncing and grinding, easily losing my rhythm every time he thumbed my clit. “Oooh, Gawwwwwd!”
“Just like that, Perfect. Make a nigga nut!” he murmured, looking me in the eyes as he held my breasts with both hands and flicked his tongue over my nipples. I could already feelmy knees beginning to shake from the multiple sensations as I slammed my pussy down on him repeatedly.
“Baaby!” Tossing my head back, I held on tightly to his neck, squeezing my walls as I squirted all over his stomach. “Sssssantana!”
“I’m bouta nut, baby, fuuuck!” He groaned, and I could already feel him pulsing inside me.
Sucking my nipple hard, he tried to muffle the loud ass moan he let out as he came hard with his face buried in my chest. We held each other tightly, panting as we both came down from the high, and I slowly rested my knees on his plush mattress. Santana fell back with me landing next to him and gave me a wet kiss before climbing from the bed while I tried to get a grip on life.
He returned a few minutes later with a warm towel while I was still stuck in the same position. “Saaaaantaaana,” I whined, causing him to look up at me with a wicked grin. His freaky ass was paying special attention to my already sensitive clit, and I caught his hand between my thighs.
