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Chance leaned her into the car window, so she could give me a kiss. After that, I pulled off. I probably should have stopped at Walgreens or something to get a couple of pregnancy tests, but I didn’t feel like facing reality right now, so I chose to head home. The fact that I hadn’t heard from Monty all morning and afternoon let me know that he was more than likely still in the bed sleeping. I released a sigh, thinking if I should go to my mother’s, my grandmother’s, or just take my ass home. If I went to my mama’s house or my grandma’s, I would more than likely get another lecture like I’d just gotten from my sister. So, I was just going home to deal with my own problems by myself.
I pulled up to the gated community of townhomes that Monterius and I lived in, and sure enough, his car was in the driveway. After I pulled my car right beside his, I got out, grabbed my Chanel purse, and then I headed for the front door. The house was exactly how I’d left it.
Before heading upstairs to my room, I went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water. As I made my way up the stairs, I could hear Monterius’ voice. He was laughing on the phone as he sat at the foot of the bed in only a pair of black Versace boxers. My eyes went for his green ones, and I could see the sleepiness in them. His beautiful, short, curly hair was all over his head, which was a prime indicator that he’d just woken up. His hands were in his hair, and all the tattoos that filled up his whole chest, his stomach, his inner arms, neck, hands, just any visible spot were on display. My name was on him twice, once on his inner arm and another on his pelvis, written in red ink.
The same dick that I tried to bounce on this morning was lying right there on his lap, but I didn’t even want it anymore. All I could think about was the fact that the dick I cry over while he’s sexing me, that I give nasty, sloppy head to, and the dick that’s familiar with every hole in my body could have possibly been in somebody else last night, so I was good.
“She just walked into the room. I can look at her face and tell that she on some bullshit, though,” Monterius said, speaking about me to whoever he was on the phone with like I wasn’t standing right here.
“Billion said, what’s good?” Monterius said to me, but I ignored him as I went into the closet. I heard him laugh. “Yep, she on her bullshit,” he said to my cousin.
They finished their conversation while I walked into the bathroom. I quickly relieved myself, and then I went over to the sink to wash my hands and throw some water on my face. Back in the room, I stepped out of my clothes and threw on a tank top while I kept on the boy shorts. The bed wasn’t made up since Monterius had just gotten out of bed, so I was able to climb in on my side of the bed, pull the covers over my body, and rest my head on the pillow.
While Monterius spoke on the phone, he turned his head so he could look back at me. I rolled my eyes at him and then looked the other way. Since I was lying on my side, he was able to reach out and playfully slap my thigh, but I scooted away from him. I wasn’t in the mood, and I wanted him to know that.
“I got you, bruh. Let me figure out what done crawled up your cousin’s ass, and then Ima slide your way. If Twink wanna go, Ima bring her too. Aight,” Monty said, and with that, he tossed the phone on the bed.
“Yo! What the fuck is wrong with you? You always got a damn attitude. I feel like you beef with me more than you fuck me,” he said, standing up and making his way over to my side of the bed.
I could see that he was waiting for my reply, but I wasn’t going to. If I did, I was liable to pick up this lamp from the nightstand and throw it at his ass. I hated when niggas acted like they didn’t know what the fuck was wrong. If I didn’t come home until five in the fuckin’ morning and then curved him when he wanted some pussy, he would see a major problem with that. Why is it that when a nigga is fuckin’ up, they can’t seem to see their fuck ups? That shit annoyed the fuck out of me.
As much as I wanted to ignore him because I knew it would anger him more than anything I could possibly say, the last part of his statement aggravated me. I couldn’t keep quiet.
“I beef with you more than I fuck you? That’s what you just said, right? Did I or did I not try to get you to fuck me this morning before I left? It’s cool. I’m glad you turned me down because I would have fuckin’ killed your ass if you fucked me after doing another bitch. Get the fuck away from me, Monty. I’m not in the mood for your shit! I have a headache,” I yelled, pulling my feet from under the covers and trying to kick his ass from by me.
He grabbed my leg and dragged me down to the foot of the bed, then got on top of me. His hands were on either side of my head as he stared down at me as if he was contemplating what to say next. He wasn’t even talking, and I could smell the Colgate toothpaste on his breath mixed with the Listerine. I had to stop looking him in his eyes because those eyes always had a way of hypnotizing me and forcing me to stop being mad at him.
“Because I didn’t let you have your way this morning, you going to accuse me of fuckin’ another bitch? If that’s the petty shit you gon’ be on, then what nigga was you fuckin’ two nights ago? I was trying to dig in your guts in the kitchen two mornings ago, but you curved me, talking about your stomach was hurting. Twinkle, you know good and fuckin’ well that I was in the fuckin’ streets last night. I was dirty, ma. I wasn’t about to come home and fuck on you, and a nigga ain’t bathed in hours. You looking for a reason to leave me. Why is that?” he asked, but I ignored him. I wasn’t doing this shit with him right now.
I tried to scoot away, but he wouldn’t let me. He released a sigh and then raised my legs by my ankles and pushed them back on the sides of my head.
“Monterius, no! Not until you tell me where you were last night,” I said.
My voice cracked because here I was again, about to say fuck my feelings and allow him to do sexual things to distract me from the major problem that he and I had at.
“I told you where I was,” he spat and then pulled my boyshorts to the side.
Monterius went right in for my pussy. The upper part of my body was raised up from the bed, and I was half trying to push him away and half trying to enjoy the feeling of his full lips tongue kissing my pussy lips. I bit down so hard on my bottom lip, to the point that I was close enough to draw blood because I was really trying not to moan out loud. The thing is, it was going to be impossible because Monterius was the king of eating pussy. I just hated that my body would always defy me like this. As mad as I was with him, my juices were already flooding out of me and coating his beard, so it gave off the impression that I was fine and that everything was okay.
“Yo’ pussy taste so fuckin’ good, Twink. Why you trying to leave a nigga? Don’t I make you feel good? Ain’t I’m always making your body feel good, ma?” he questioned, taking a second to stop sucking on my clit, so he could question me.
As Monterius talked to me, his mouth was still on my pussy, and he was looking up at me with those eyes. He looked so fuckin’ innocent, but he wasn’t.
“Answer me, so I can make you cum,” he voiced then went back to attacking my clit, this time sliding two fingers inside of me.
“Yessss… You do… you doooo,” I cried, unable to control my moans anymore.
I felt tears slip from my eyes, and yes, it had a lot to do with the fact that him eating me just brought out the passion in me. However, it was even more so the fact that I was hurting right now because I still didn’t know where he was last night. That was bothering me. I couldn’t take getting cheated on again. My heart couldn’t take the shit anymore. How many bitches would I have to run down on and fight over him? This toxic shit was breaking me down.
“Shitttttt… I’m cummminggggg!” I screeched as my legs started shaking repeatedly.
After I came, he kept trying to lick me, but I closed my legs down on him, basically letting him know to stop. He gave my clit one last kiss, and then I untangled my legs from around his head. With a mouth filled with my juices, he came up and started placing light kisses on my stomach. After that, he pulled my shirt up, got a hold of my breast, and soon he started sucking on my nipples.
The feeling had me going crazy. I was grinding my body under him, just feeling like I was losing control. After paying both of my nipples some attention, his mouth went on my neck, where he purposely started marking me up. Then his lips were on my lips, and we were kissing. We were kissing so deeply with so much passion that I just kept crying. Eventually, I pulled away.
“Baby, where were you last night?” I questioned, breaking the kiss.
I could feel him below me, trying to get that big dick out, and I knew what he was trying to do; he was trying to shut me up.
