“Damn, Tink. I thought we were just going to see your mama,” I said as I walked in and pulled her straight into me, gripping her plump ass in the process.
“We are,” she countered.
“Shit, you look too good to just be popping in on your mama, but I appreciate the effort, baby,” I praised, not taking my eyes off of her.
“You’re doing too much. I have on a sweatsuit. There is nothing special about what I have on,” she stated. “You look nice, though,” she complimented me.
I had on an olive green GodSpeed sweatsuit that I paired with some Retro Jordan 4s.
“’Preciate that, baby. Now let’s go before we don’t make it.” I watched as she went and got her purse and keys. When she gotclose, I leaned down and kissed her lips before letting her go and opening the door. I stared at her ass the entire way down.
“This is about to be a hard visit,” I mumbled to myself.
***
We pulled up to Tink’s mama’s house, and I parked in the driveway beside her car. I looked over at Tink and she looked like she was ready to bail on a nigga.
“You good, Tink?” I asked.
“No... yeah... shit. I’on know,” she rambled.
“Calm down,” I laughed. “Shit can’t be that bad,” I mentioned.
“I know, but that’s my mama. What if she finds out that all of this is fake?” she uttered.
I leaned back in the seat and stared at her.
“You still think this shit is fake, Tink?” I asked.
“Huh?” She asked with her brows bunched together.
“If you can huh, you can hear,” I countered. “Now answer the question,” I pressed.
“Titan, look. You don’t have to pretend for me. I know what this is and what it’s not. I’m not tripping,” she stated.
I stared at her blankly before I spoke because I needed the time to get my thoughts together.
“Tink, you got me fucked up if you think I’m doing this shit for the hell of it. I’on give a fuck about what people think about me or what the fuck they say. That PR shit went out the window the moment I put your pussy in my mouth and my dick in you... raw. Ain’t no bitch breathing can ever say that shit, so as for this being fake, you can cancel that shit. Everything I feel is real on my end, but if you ain’t on the same shit, let me know now and I can figure out another arrangement,” I stated. “And before you answer, I’m letting you know now that you got me fucked up ifyou think you gone be with another nigga. Baby, you’re stuck with me like that little nigga Chucky. We’ll be buddies round this bitch. Wherever you go... I go, so what we doing Tink?” I leaned back in the seat and waited for her to respond. Her response would decide if I left her in her mama’s driveway or not.
“Boy, bring your annoying ass on so you can meet my mama. The quicker we get this done, the quicker I can show my man how much I’m feeling him.” She smirked.
I damn near broke my fucking ankles getting out my truck and helping her out.
“Don’t forget that shit you said either, because I’m not,” I mumbled against her neck. She tried pushing me off, but I wasn’t having it.
“Move and come on,” she laughed.
I walked behind her and had my eyes glued to her ass the entire time. I stood close behind her when she rang the bell and entered the door.
“What you ring the bell for if you were gone walk right in?” I quizzed.
“My mama likes to be comfortable, so I wanted to let her know we were coming in,” she explained just as a woman with Tink’s entire face appeared before us. I had to blink because shit, her mama was fine too.
“Don’t be telling my business, girl,” her mama fussed.
“He asked.” She shrugged.
“Mhm,” her mama hummed. “Well, I’ll say, I see why the women were going crazy. You’re a fine something in person,” her mama complimented.
