Chapter 16
Faheem Banks
“Arch yo mutha fuckin’ back. You wanted this dick. You finna take of this shit.”
“Uhn-uhn. I’m trying. Faheeemmm,” Juniper’s sexy ass moaned as she looked back at a nigga while I drilled into her.
Since the first time I got to feel her pussy, I hadn’t left. Every time I fucked Juniper, her shit was tight and wet. Her ass stayed ready for me too. Whenever I wanted to get inside that pussy, she was down.
“Don’t try. Fuckin me like it’s my fuckin’ birthday.” I don’t know why Juniper wanted to play like she couldn’t take this dick when she handled this shit like a pro.
Doing as she was told, Juniper bent over, gripping her ankles, and she started throwing her ass back.
She was making her shit clap on my dick just how I liked it.
Seeing her brown ass cheeks jiggle with every movement of her hips had me hypnotized.
Juniper looked back at me, smiling at a nigga.
She winked at me deviously before she started bouncing her ass on my dick rapidly.
She wanted to make a nigga cum, and as good as she had a nigga feeling, I wasn’t going.
Earlier today, we went to get my cast cut off.
Now I could handle Juniper the way I’d been wanting to.
I wrapped my hand around her waist, lifting her up, with her back pressed against my chest. I wrapped my free hand around her throat, and my dick still in her gushing pussy.
I turned us around so we could see our reflections in the mirror.
Juni’s black shorts were pushed to the side, and my dick stuffed into her pussy.
Her titties were pulled out the top of her shirt, with her pretty brown nipples out.
I started to relentlessly fuck Juniper. Bouncing her up and down I felt her pussy squeezing my dick, and I knew she was cumming again.
I loved seeing the white trail she left going down my shit.
“You cummin’ on my dick?” I whispered in her ear lowly, then nibbled on it. Feeling my own nut rise, I tried to pull out of Juniper, but her pussy felt too good for me to not nut in.
I knew I was finna hear her mouth, but that nut was worth it. Just like I expected, Juniper gave me a mean ass glare after she pulled herself off my dick.
“What the hell did I tell you about cumming in me, Faheem? Damn. I don’t want to keep taken fucking plan b’s.” Juniper pushed past me going into one of the bathroom stalls.
“Ain’t nobody tell you to take that shit in the first fuckin’ place!” I yelled back at her evil ass.
I wasn’t tryna get Juniper pregnant or no shit like that.
I just felt like if it happened, it happened.
I’d been fucking Mixie raw for years, and she only got pregnant that one time.
What would make shit different with Juniper?
And if she did get pregnant, it wasn’t like we didn’t have the means to take care of a fucking baby.
Juniper snatched the stall door open, lookin’ at a nigga like I spit on her ass. “Nigga, are you dumb? I’m not bringing a baby into this dysfunctional ass shit.”
“Man, gon’ with that shit. It’s my birthday tomorrow. I ain't tryna argue with you about this stupid shit.”
I ain’t even gon’ fake Juniper worked my fucking nerves like no other sometimes.
I don’t know why certain shit she said and did got under my skin the way it did.
A nigga was offended that she got so bent out of shape about having a baby with me like I was a bum ass nigga.
In moments like this, I didn’t want her ass anywhere near me, but at the same time, I didn’t want her away from me.
“Stupid until it happens, and we looking crazy,” she spat as she walked over to the sink, washing her hands. “Got me fucking you in a mall bathroom.” Juniper shook her head at her reflection.
“You liked that shit too. I bet you that pussy still wet.” I cockily grinned at her as I walked up behind her, pressing my dick into her ass. Reaching around her, I put soap on my hands and started washing my hands with her.
“You so aggy. I swear.” She smirked, trying to hold back her smile.
I kissed her on the side of her neck before pulling back as I said. “But you love a nigga though.”
“Unfortanently,” Juniper groaned as we both made our way to the paper towel dispenser. Drying our hands, I unlocked the door to the bathroom we were in then we headed back to the mall.
A real nigga’s birthday was tomorrow. I wasn’t tryna do shit forreal, but Mixie wasn’t going for that.
She wanted to throw a big ass party as she did for me every year.
Last year, she threw a big ass block party.
This year, she decided to have dinner at some expensive ass restaurant the day of.
Then for the weekend, a pool party at a B even when I stay with Frankee, I make sure to bring you food.
Do you even know who washed your shitty ass drawls? ”
“Musta washed that nigga you sneakin’ and geekin’ with ‘cause I ain’t never had shit stains.” I had to talk shit ‘cause I thought Mixie was the one who did my laundry. She’d do it sometimes, or I’d take my shit to the cleaners when she let the shit pile up.
A nigga really did have to think. Mixie wasn’t a cooker. Most of the time we’d eat out, and when I did want something from home, I’d go by Frankee’s or my parents’. Juniper really had been feeding my ass. Some days she’d feed Mixie too.
“Exactly. Got me acting like Shirely when I’m really Barbara.”
“Bruh, you sound dumb as fuck, and none of that justifies you talkin’ to another nigga when you got a nigga.” I wasn’t finna entertain Juniper’s ass. She wanted to dance around the real fucking issue here.
“I don’t have shit. I’m single, and as long as I’m single, I’ma talk to who the fuck ever I want to,” she smartly rolled her neck from side to side.
I laughed at Juniper tryna act like she said something, when she didn’t say shit. Juniper had gotten comfortable with the side of me that loved on her goofy ass. She forgot about the nigga that didn’t give a fuck about pulling a trigger.
“And I’ma kill every nigga you talk to. Try me,” I told her with a straight face, meaning every word too. She could have a nigga’s blood on her hands if she wanted to. I’d be damned if she play with my mutha fuckin’ feelings.
“I’ma beat the fuck outta Mixie too. So, what you wanna do?” Juniper looked at me defiantly. Her ass refused to back down.
“This ain’t what you want, Juniper,” I told her menacingly, praying she wouldn’t make me show her that side of me.
She mocked me without an ounce of fear in her. “This ain’t what you want, Faheem,” she smartly said then pushed past me and twisted away from me like she laid the law down.
Goofy ass girl didn’t do shit but woke up a beast she wasn’t ready to deal with.
If her watermelon headed ass wasn’t tryna act like she ran shit, I woulda told her one of her tracks was hanging down her back.
Her ass wanted to be difficult. Let one of them niggas tell her stupid ass.
Juniper thought shit was sweet because I fucked with her heavy.
She was finna end up with her feelings hurt fucking with me.
“So you mad at a nigga?” I asked Juniper once we were back in my car.
The one thing I hated about Juniper was I could never stay mad at her ass.
Not when we were around each other. I think deep down in the back of my mind, I knew our time was limited, and I didn’t want to waste time being mad about silly shit.
Juniper was in her feelings when it came to Mixie and me.
I got that shit with us was getting deeper by the day.
It made certain stuff harder to deal with than before.
Juniper knew how a nigga was coming behind her; fucking with another nigga wasn’t an option while she was fucking with me.
She couldn’t be in her feelings over shit she agreed to when it was convenient for her. .
“Nope,” Juniper said, popping her lips.”I’m just dandy.”
“You still coming to my dinner?” I asked to see how mad she was. Juniper had been on the fence about going to anything involving my birthday.
Juniper gave me a dirty look before rolling her eyes and scoffing. “I’ll pass. I can give you your gift in the morning, and you can go ride off with your bitch to celebrate your birthday.”
“But I want you there,” I said, placing my hand on her thick thigh.
“And I want my prince charming to come save the fucking day,” she grumbled, refusing to look at me.
“Ion know about a Prince Charming, but I’m yo nigga, and I’ma save the day whenever you need me to.” I wasn’t running game on Juniper. I really fucked with her big headed ass. She could get whatever she wanted from a nigga.
“Mmmhmm. Sounds good,” Juniper mumbled with her eyes glued forward looking out the window.
“I wanna see you on my birthday.”
“I don’t know why you don’t comprehend. I don't want to sit like a dumb bitch while you and Mixie pretend to be this perfect couple. The whole time you probably got my coochie hair stuck between yo teeth. I’ll pass.” Juniper exploded, throwing her hands up dramatically.
“What’s understood don’t gotta be explained. If a nigga willing to walk around with yo pussy on my breath, that’s all that should matter to you.”
“Faheem, you’re impossible. I swear you want me to be happy with the fact that you fuck me like its some sort of prize.”
“You be thinkin’ too damn hard with this big ass head,” I said, reaching over to poke her in her forehead.
“I want you to be fucking happy that I love yo difficult ass. I want you to be happy because it makes my fucking day when you smile. I want you to be happy ‘cause a nigga can’t think straight when you not around me.”
She let out a sigh finally looking over at me, her eyes watery like she was holding back her tears. “This is starting to become a lot, Faheem. Love can only get us so far.”
“I know, Juni. I’m tryna figure this shit out too.
Just bare with me.” I leaned over, pulling her into a deep kiss.
I just needed her to hold on for a little longer.
I couldn’t lose Juniper now. I didn’t have it in me to lose her.
Shit with us felt too good, and the feelings she gave me, I don’t think I could handle losing.