Chapter 18 #2
Juniper wanna be slick ass hadn’t answered nan phone call.
She texted me once talking some slick shit about needing space and some other bullshit, leading me to think Juniper had to be slow or something.
How she mad at me when she tried to pull my ho' card showing up to my party with another nigga? Her ass was lucky I didn’t kill that nigga and make her ass watch.
She had the right idea with the wrong nigga.
All that petty shit tryna make a nigga jealous wasn’t finna work with me.
I couldn’t get jealous over what I knew was mine.
I was finna let Juniper make it ‘cause her phone was showing she was at Frankee’s.
I’d go get her ass in the morning was what I told myself.
I wanted to talk to her about Mixie being pregnant.
I didn’t need her finding out about that from nobody but me.
I really didn’t want to tell her, but that would be some bitch nigga shit.
Everything was good until Juniper’s location went offline.
I knew what was up, she was still on her bullshit, and Frankee was going along with the shit.
This was about the third time I’d talked to Frankee in the last hour.
She was covering for Juniper’s sneaky ass.
First, she claimed Juniper was sleep. Then when a nigga kept pressing her, she switched to she hadn’t talked to Juniper.
Frankee went all out avoiding answering me after that.
“Faaaheeem…” Frankee whined into the phone. “That’s my friend.” I did fuck with Frankee and Juniper building a bond with each other.
“Fuck that. I’m yo brother.”
“B-”
“Shit, you scared me,” Juniper nervously said, flipping on the light switch. Looking at her, she had her hand on her chest, eyes darting from side to side. “I didn’t think you’d still be up.” Juniper walked over to the side of the couch.
“I’ma call you back,” I told Frankee, never taking my heated gaze off Juniper.
I really believed this girl wanted to see a nigga locked under the jail. Don’t choke her ass out. Don’t do it. I balled my hands into a fist to keep from reaching out to yoke her ass up. She really thought I was a bitch ass nigga.
“You forreal?” I bit out, tryna hold my composure together.
“I don’t know what you talkin’ about.” Juniper nervously chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.
“It’s late. I’m tired, I’m going to go lay down.
” She tried to walk past me, but I stopped her by pulling her back by her arm, placing her between my legs.
Her petty ass turned sideways resting her weight on her left leg like I was getting on her nerves.
“Nah, fuck that. Where you been?” I said, looking up at her frowning face.
“At Frankee’s,” she lied through her funky ass mouth.
“Lie to me again, Juniper,” I grilled her.
“What?” she said copping an attitude.
“Maaannn…” I sat straight up. “So, let me get this straight, you sitting over at my sister’s house dressed like that?” I looked her up and down with a frown.
Juniper looked good as fuck, too fucking good to be sitting at Frankee’s house.
Her was hair in a high bun with bangs, face had light make up, Juniper didn’t need the shit.
She was pretty as fuck without it. Her lips looked extra juicy from her lips gloss.
What really got me was what she had on. The pink crop top fit her body like a second skin.
Her breasts were sitting up pretty. Nipples playing peek a boo had my mouth watering for a chance to lick them.
Her long pink maxi skirt had her thick thighs and ass sitting right.
The sides of the skirt were cut out showing her silky peanut butter skin.
Her toes were painted pink in a pair of heeled sandals.
My baby looked good as fuck, and her ass wanted to try to play on my top like she was sitting in the house.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Juniper folded her arms defiantly across her chest.
“You think I’m a bitch?”
“No, Faheem.”
“A ho'?”
“No,” she grumbled.
“Then where the fuck you been at?”
“Fraaankeee’s.” Juniper snaked her head from side to side, and I lost the last restraint I had for myself.
Snatching her by her waist, I pulled her into my lap, with her back resting against my chest. I bit into her neck first with my hand wrapped around her waist. I held her in place. She tried to resist at first, but she gave in once I started sucking on her neck.
“Ahhh… hold on, Faaa- oh wait, what are you doing?” Juniper moaned trying to stop my hands from pulling her skirt down over her ass. SMACK! My hand connected with her bare thigh.
Releasing her neck, I smirked at my handy work.
I left her hot ass with a big ass hickey on her neck.
I used my hand that was around her waist to lift her up enough to free my dick.
Pulling her black lace thong to the side, I slid her down on my dick.
I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning like a bitch.
Her pussy was just like I liked it; wet, warm, and tight.
Her shit always fit my dick like a glove.
“Fuck me, Juniper. Bounce this ass,” I coached her with my hand gripping her meaty ass cheek. “Just like that, baby. Ride yo dick.” I watched hypnotized, seeing her ass jiggle as her hips began rolling.
“Shit, Fah, this dick feels so goood,” Juniper moaned sexily.
Slowly, she twerked her ass, her greedy pussy taking every inch of my dick. Sneaking my hand around to her dripping pussy, I played with her clit. Juniper threw her head back, landing it on my shoulders. Her mouth formed in the O shape as moans flowed from her mouth.
“You was finna give my shit away?” I questioned. Meeting her hip rolls, I thrusted my dick deep inside of her.
“Nooo, baby… noo,” Juniper cried, and I felt her tensing up, and her hips moved faster and faster.
“You love me?” Tightening my hold on her waist, I stopped her movements. She was about to cum, but I didn’t want her to, not yet.
Juniper nodded her head, but that wasn’t what I wanted from her. “I wanna hear you, Juni. Tell daddy you love him. Let me hear you say it.”
She didn’t say anything at first. We sat there in silence, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I felt at peace when I was with Juniper. She made me feel whole, I saw our future and past together. All I needed was to hear the words for this moment to be complete.
“Do you love me, Juni? I hope you do, ‘cause I love yo ass. I didn’t mean to, but I do. I love the fuck outta yo ass.” My heart beat outta control waiting for her to reply.
“I love you, too, Faheem,” she replied. Her tone was soft, almost like she was about to cry. Juniper was scared I could feel it in her body language. She hesitant to let me see the soft side of her but she had to know a nigga had her.
Turning Juniper’s body around so we were facing each other, I kissed her, giving her everything I had in that kiss.
I moved her hips with my hands, signaling for her to start back riding me.
We sloppily made out as we fucked each other.
Her hips smashing into me, I hit every one of her hip rolls with a deep thrust. I felt my nut cumming up as Juniper’s walls began squeezing my dick.
She came hard as her walls milked my dick for every last drop of cum I had in me.
Sitting back on the couch, I caught my breath with Juniper resting on my chest. I rubbed her back.
A nigga was fucked, I didn’t think I could let her leave me.
I didn’t want her to. My mind was plotting on how to prolong this marriage–it was my only tie to Juniper.
She couldn’t leave me if we stayed married.
Mixie wouldn’t care as long as I took care of my responsibilities and fucked with her. What the fuck?
“What you crying for?” I asked, Juniper as I lifted her up by her shoulders. I was trying to see her face that she was hiding from me.
“I’m not,” she mumbled, keeping her chin tucked down.
“Stop playing with me,” I softly said, lifting her face up, placing kisses on her tear stained cheeks. “Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it.” I continued kissing her face.
“You can’t fix it. I’m just gullible as hell and fell in love with a nigga that is in an entire relationship like a dumb ass.”
“How you dumb when that nigga love you back?”
“Okay, am I supposed to be happy with just being loved back when you love another bitch? You still fucking her and treating her like she’s yours still. Sharing you is becoming harder and harder everyday.”
“I know, baby. Ion know how, but we gonna figure it out. We gon’ be straight.”
“You keep saying that, but I don’t see how. Mixie isn’t going to leave you anytime soon.”
“Stop worrying about Mixie and focus on us. I’ma handle everything. I promise, babe. Trust me.” I kissed her lips gently.
“I don’t want to be hurt, Faheem.” Juniper let out a sigh, casting her eyes down.
“And you not finna be hurt. I only want to see you smile.” I wanted to tell Juniper I’d let her go if this was becoming too much for her, but I wasn’t finna tell her that lie.
I wasn’t letting Juniper go. I’d have to figure some other shit out to make it easier for her.
But leaving her and letting her be with the next nigga didn’t work for me.
Fuck that. That shit left a nasty taste in my mouth even thinking about it.
Nope, she was mine, and until I figured out how to tell her about Mixie being pregnant without her leaving, I wasn’t saying shit.
“I guess, Faheem.” Juniper poked her lips out with a small frown.
“I love you, Juniper Banks.”
Juniper tried to hold back her smile, but it broke through slowly. “I love you too.”
Gripping her waist, I picked her up. She let out a squeal that turned into a moan as I lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I was finna feast on this pussy all night.