Chapter 17 #4
“Lemme see.” I waited until she turned the computer to face me.
The editing software that she was using had a bunch of dials on the bottom and sides of the screen.
She pressed a key, and the video came to life.
The video was clear and ASMR coded with her peeling the tape from the packaging.
It sounded satisfying as fuck just like the TikToks Tulsaire sent sometimes of barbers doing the same thing.
Glow was unboxing a Louis Vuitton bag and had even added a scarf and bag charms to it, looking pretty as fuck.
My dick jumped when she did a shimmy while holding the bag.
“Dey gone love dis.”
She kissed her teeth and flipped her computer back around so that it was facing her again. “Tell me anything.”
“Real shit. My sister ’nem stay watchin’ dese kinda videos.”
“See, I watch them, too, but I didn’t know how my audience was going to perceive me. My whole brand is about eating.” She huffed. “My people literally calls themselves the ‘Pretty Eaters.’”
I could see the frustration and emotion building in her eyes.
Glow had been doing good since she was released from the hospital.
She’d only thrown up once, and Ma Cathy said that could have been because she made pinto beans, and Glow had never liked them.
Although she was eating, she still had a lot of work to do to beat the actual condition.
I was just happy that her mama was on board and holding her down when I couldn’t be here.
Still, she loathed eating, and it was fucked up because not only did she need food to survive, but she had found a way to capitalize on it.
“Dey gonna watch whatever you upload, Glow.”
“But I need them to engage in order for me to keep getting paid.”
“Dey gone engage, comment, subscribe, and click the link in the bio.”
“See, you playing, and I’m real life about to have a heart attack.”
“My baby…” I lifted her chin, seeing the worry in her tired eyes. “Ya know you can ice dis shit for a while.”
“I have bills, Tunan. I know you’re handling the mortgage, but I still have other expenses. My sister had a baby. I gotta figure out what we going to do about my mama’s house—“
“I’ll hold ya down until ya ready to get back to it. I’ll hold all y’all down… Where the baby anyway?”
Glow’s eyes rounded as she snatched her phone from the nightstand. “Next door. Shit, I forgot. Let me call Glee.”
I grabbed the phone before she could finish dialing. “I’m sure she’s fine. She got the crew over dere and her best friend. Ya know y’all mama checkin’ in too. Dey good, Glow. Relax.”
She sighed. “You taking care of all this wasn’t a part of the agreement.”
“Fuck dat weak-ass agreement. You ain’t gotta do shit you don’t wanna do. If it ain’t bringin’ you joy, fuck dem eaters. It’s plenty other greedy muthafuckas dey can binge watch.”
“Really?”
“Real shit. I got you. Take dis time to do mob wife shit. Get out, go shopping, go hiking, join a yoga stretch class, travel—”
“Okay! Hold the fuck up. You feed me, and then you bring sugar-free ice-cream, and now you’re telling me I need to exercise.”
I sucked my teeth. “All I’m sayin’ is, you can go do what women your age do. Ain’t dat what dey do? Yoga stretch?”
“Pilates, Tunan.”
“Yeah, dat shit. Go do it if dat’s what you wanna do. You ain’t gotta do dis online shit no mo’ if you ain’t enjoyin’ it.”
Moving the laptop from her lap, I folded it down, hoping I wasn’t fucking shit up. When she didn’t protest, I set it on the nightstand. Kneeling on the side of the bed, I tugged at her sleeve.
“Dey gonna watch whatever you upload cuz it ain’t the food dey obsessed with. It’s seein yo’ pretty ass. When you ain’t bein’ so fuckin’ impossible, you a cool lil’ vibe.” I blocked the punch she threw. “Watch out.”
“I’m not used to having freedom from responsibility, Tunan.”
“Well, real shit, get used to it. You can do whatever you wanna do.”
“I can’t expect you to take care of me, let alone my family.”
“Aye.” Pulling her face closer to mine, her legs fell on either side of my chest. I pulled at her chin, our lips as close as they could be before they touched.
“However unconventional dis shit is, you my wife, Glow. Upload the content or don’t.
Regardless, I’ma handle shit when it comes to you, and dat’s errthang dat comes with yo’ ass too. ”
“First, you gotta stay out of Memphis, so you can actually get to the money.”
Going for it, I pecked her lips once, twice, and then sucked them into my mouth without letting up. When my dicked jumped again, I pulled back. I was serious about not fucking Glow until I felt she was on the right path to beating this anorexia shit.
“With or without da mob, you gotta know, I’ma get to it, my baby.”
Kissing her soft-ass lips again, I squeezed her bare thighs.
Glow was so pretty, even with the weight loss.
I was hoping she had at least gained something since Ma Cathy and I had been stuffing her ass.
I had a good mind to tell her to step on the scale I’d seen in her bathroom when I ran her a bath, but I didn’t want to push her past her limit with me.
Deepening the kiss, I rubbed my hand up her soft-ass skin.
As the cover fell away from the rest of her body, my dick bricked.
Her arousal was strong and loud because she wasn’t wearing any fucking panties.
It was something about this girl that just fucking did it for me.
The health shit had me questioning a lot, but every time I thought about bouncing on the marriage, a voice was loud as fuck telling me, “Hell nawl.”
Fuck it.
“What are you doing, Tunan?” She squirmed within my grasp.
“’Bout to eat yo’ pussy. Lay back.”
Instead of waiting for her to comply, I pulled her legs so that her ass was hanging off the bed. I sat her cheeks right on my chest, putting her pretty-ass pussy right in my face. Not waiting, I peeled her lips back and clamped down on her bud.
“Ohhhhhhh!”
“Shut up. You gone wake up my new best friend.”
Bringing her pussy lips inside my mouth, I watched as she drove her elbows into the bed.
“Uggghhhhhh! Right there.”
“I’ma stop.” I warned her, serious about not waking Ma Cathy up.
“Okay, okay! Shit… Okay. Just don’t stop.”
Freaky, pretty ass.
Reaching around her, I grabbed a tube of the sugar-free ice cream. Once the top was off, I scooped some out and pressed it onto her swollen bud.
“Ahhh, gossssh!”
“Too cold?” I asked as her body bucked.
“Un hunh!” She reached out and pushed my head down. “Warm me back up.”
My brothers always said food could throw a woman’s pH off, but I was sure Glow had some special wash to handle it. She kept all types of products on deck from that PR shit. She was the fucking product girl.
Product girl with butter pecan pussy.
Once I took a few licks, I nearly regretted doing the shit.
Glow’s legs were vibrating, and the pussy itself tasted immaculate, but I’d let Shit-talker’s autobiography of his diabetic wife get into my head.
I fucked around and purchased sugar-free ice cream, and I had even told myself I was going to watch Glow’s sugar intake from now on.
This shit would have been so good had I gotten my normal brands, Blue Bell or Ben & Jerry’s.
I fucked up, but it was too late to back out, so I ate her sugar-free pussy straight off the bone.