She wasted no time doing as she was told and swallowed my dick whole. Ice came up behind her and joined her, sucking on my balls. I was in fucking heaven and by the time I got finished with them... they would be too.
***
When I woke up this morning, I had an ass of notifications and texts, along with missed calls. I had calls from everybody including my mama. Groaning, I called her back first to get that shit over with.
“Titan Maurice Samuels! What the hell is wrong with you, boy?” she fussed.
“Good morning, Ma. How are you on this lovely day?” I shot back sarcastically.
“Don’t play with me, little boy. I’m not one of these little whores you run around with,” she shot back.
“Ma, why you fussing? Damn, I just won a game yesterday and you’re calling me like I forgot to take out the trash.” I frowned.
“That’s the problem. You don’t know how to leave the trash alone,” she continued.
While she fussed, I scrolled my phone and saw exactly why she was fussing. The bitch from last night was on her knees suckingmy dick at the club. She must’ve had one of her hoe ass friends record that shit.
“Fuck...” I huffed into the phone, forgetting my mama was on the line.
“Mhm. Now you see why I’m fussing. You need to tighten up, son,” she said with her voice much calmer now.
“I hear you, Ma. Let me call you back. I love you.”
“I love you too, son,” she responded before ending the call.
The next call was to my sister, but she didn’t answer.
“Fuck!” I bellowed.
My phone rang, and I answered it without even looking at it.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?” Sasha snapped on the phone.
“I’m at the hotel,” I responded.
“I’m on the way,” she countered.
“Nah. I’m about to go home. Meet me there.” She hung up instead of responding.
I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and grabbed my keys to head out. Graves was already waiting when I walked into the living room of the suite.
“Sasha gone fuck you up,” he laughed when he saw me.
“Man,” I dragged out. “My mama already been on my line with the bullshit. That hoe bet not let me see her ass again. I’m gone let Lani crack her shit.”
He laughed, and I followed his big ass out the door. When I made it downstairs, Paparazzi was every-fucking-where. Graves had to push them muthafuckas out the way. I hate that I didn’t drive last night. I had Graves drive, and he always parked up front.
By the time I got to my penthouse, Sasha was there, along with Danielle, my PR rep and her team. When they saw me, Sasha’s ass let me have it first.
“Titan, what the fuck were you thinking letting that girl give you head in a crowded club. Do you know how many eyes you have on you?” She fumed.
“Man, Sash. I was thinking about the nut she was providing. I wish these muthafuckas stay the fuck off my dick. They act like they wanna get on the muthafucka or some shit,” I snarled. I was over all this fucking public scrutiny.
“Well, too fucking bad Mr. Franchise. As long as you’re the top wide receiver, everything you do is their business,” she stated. “Now, we have to clean this shit up and try to get them to focus on the good shit,” she stated.
“They should’ve been doing that in the first place,” I mumbled.
