Chapter 27 #3
He snatched himself out of me, leaving my lips throbbing and my pussy satisfied.
He was coming inside his hand, raising up fully to let my leg go.
His long, thick, brown dick glistened from my juices, and it was a beautiful sight as it spat up cum.
My legs were still wide open while I steadied my breathing and watched him shudder as he filled his hand.
When he was done, he sat back on his knees, his backside hitting the dashboard.
We both stared at each other before bursting out in laughter.
“Dis shit crazy!” He shook his head. “Where yo’ bag? You be keepin’ products and shit in it.”
I reached on the side of the door where I’d felt the clutch drop.
I opened it up, moving stuff around until I grabbed the wipes.
I handed one to him and he cleaned his hand off.
He reached for a second wipe and pressed it to my vagina and rubbed me tenderly.
When he leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips while rubbing, I moaned out loud, ready for another round.
“We gotta go, my baby.”
He climbed back on his side of the car, and with a third wipe, he cleaned his dick and tucked it away.
I put my panties back on, pulled my dress down, and grabbed the travel-size perfume to spray away the faint sex smell.
He checked the rearview mirror and waited for an eighteen-wheeler to pass before merging us back onto the road.
“What?” I smiled coyly when I noticed he was checking me out every few seconds. He had just drilled my ass to the leather, so if he was wondering why I was sitting over her happy as fuck, he’d have to put two and two together.
Tunan rubbed his hand down his head, and it looked as if he was blushing too. “Mane… When I was locked up, dem niggas swore up and down dat when you got a wife, dey wouldn’t want sex.” He licked his lips. “I thought our first time was gone be da only time, especially after we signed dem papers.”
Putting my spray back in my purse, I grabbed my gloss. It was sixty dollars and wasn’t a brand deal, but so far it had been worth the price tag. Flipping the visor down, I reapplied the gloss to my lips and then smoothed down my hair.
“Well, I don’t know about their wives, but yours is about that life.”
I flipped the visor back up and readjusted my seat belt. I could feel Tunan’s gaze, so I turned slightly to meet his eyes. He was leaning in a semi-sideways position with his elbow in the door.
“Whattttt? Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like… that.” I tossed my hands. “All Tunanie.”
“Like I wanna pull over and put yo’ whol’ body in my mouth?”
Rolling my eyes, I focused back on the road in front of me. “Where we going? The dinner isn’t for another two hours.”
“Oh, now you ask?”
“Yeap.”
“Lemme ask you dis,”—He shifted his posture and switched lanes, getting off the turnpike—“You all in?”
“What you mean?” I asked, but my heart began to patter.
“I like dis, Glow. I like you. I like us.” He motioned his index finger from me to him. “Ion want dis shit just on paper. I want it in real life, my baby. I want to wake up to you, go to sleep to you, and all dat.”
“Tunan. I… I…” I kissed my teeth. ”We barely know each other.”
“And you rockin’ my last name. We know each other enough.”
“But you have those days where we don’t talk, and you go to Memphis, and you disappear, and I don’t be knowing what you’re doing.”
“My baby…” He grabbed my hand again. “I got some adjustin’ to do, I’ll admit. I ain’t been a free man dat long, so I be handlin’ my business and tryna straighten out my affairs and shit. But on all da days dat I’m gone, don’t I make sure you straight?”
He rubbed his thumb over my ring finger, Memphis accent just as heavy as his dick. A ring that my followers hadn’t let me forget about the whole time we were on live. I didn’t confirm or deny anything. Tunan was trying to establish the very thing I’d been avoiding: clarity.
“Glow?”
“Hmm?” Snapping from my thoughts, the lights inside the vehicle adjusted to a soft glow as the sun began to set.
“Don’t I make sure you straight?”
“You do,” I replied with no hesitation.
“Aite, den. So we doing dis?”
He made a right turn, pulling into the mall. Since it was a weekend, the lot was full. Bypassing the empty spots, he parked in a handicap spot that was only steps away from the entrance.
“But why are we at the mall, Tunan?”
He shifted the car into park. “I wanna get a ring. I can’t be walkin’ ‘round, makin’ bitches think I’m single.” He winked.
“You shoulda been did that.”
“Mmcht. Can you walk in da mall in ’em? Or I gotta carry yo’ pretty ass?”
“Look at dis dress, Tunan. It’s too much to be walkin’ through the mall.”
“Da jewelry sto’ right past da food court. Dat’s why I parked back here.”
“This dresssss—”
“Look good as fuck, my baby. Ion give a fuck ’bout a muthafucka lookin’. I want ’em to look. I’m da only one touchin’ so let ’em lust, my baby.”
He hopped out, came around my side, and pulled me out as soon as the door let up. Tunan wrapped his arm around my waist and squeezed my ass like we weren’t in a parking lot full of kids, families, and security. We looked out of place, but somehow, I felt right in place.
“If you keep lettin’ me fuck you like dat, Glow, it ain’t shit you won’t be able to get from me, my baby.”
“I thought I could get whatever already?”
He slapped my ass and grabbed my hand, leading us in the direction of the mall while the doors let down automatically. That car was just as sexy as he was.
“You can.”
As we stepped through the double doors, I pulled my dress down over my backside because it seemed to ride up every few steps.
My pumps clacked on the tiled floor as the scent of pretzels, fried foods, and cleaning supplies filled the air.
Before we could reach the food court, we were in the kiddie section, where there was a carousel and a few more attractions, but it was practically empty on this side.
Just as we reached the carousel, Tunan pulled me into it, sitting down on it and bringing me onto his lap.
“Tunan!” I tried removing his hands from my waist while looking around.
There was also a movie theater back here, but it seemed vacant, even though the marquee was lit up. It would be my luck that a movie would end, and we would be bombarded with a group of people headed home. Shifting my eyes from the marquee, I stared into Tunan’s fine-ass face.
“You ever fucked in da mall, Glow?” He began humping me from the bottom as I tried to get up, but my laughter didn’t have me operating at my full strength.
“Ummm, hell no! And we not about to start. Tunan we have to goooo. You already got me in here looking like a slut.”
“Yeap.” He kissed the back of my neck. “My wet pussy, bossed up, pretty-ass slut.”
“Tuuuune.”
“I love da way you say my name, my baby.”
He grabbed my face and turned it so that my lips were accessible. Right there on the carousel, we engaged in a kiss so sloppy that we should have been fined for fornicating in public.
“Glow.”
“Hmmm?” I was floating, and I hadn’t had anything to induce intoxication. I was on a dick high. I was on a Tunan high. I had completely dropped my guard and was agreeing to be this man’s wife for real, and nothing in me was screaming to run.
“Tonight, when we get to yo’ spot, I wanna talk ’bout some shit dat you need to know. If we gone do this, I wanna be one hundred percent transparent. Aite?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“You got me fucked up!” A loud voice startled me to the point that I tried to get up, but Tunan’s strong arms kept me planted.
A shapely woman, who looked as if smoke was blowing from her head, stood over us. She was cute and had curves for days, but I’d never seen her before in my life.
“Excuse me?” I asked, confusion written on my face.
I tried peeling Tunan’s hands from my waist again but to no avail. I didn’t like this woman, whoever she was, standing over me, especially with the way she was huffing and puffing.
“Tunan, dis what we doing?”
My head whipped around so fast that I knew my tresses had slapped him in the face. Tunan, though, had a stale expression on his face and looked unbothered as fuck.
“Who the fuck is this bitch?” she shouted.
My head snapped again, this time looking at the woman who knew who Tunan was, wondering who she was calling a bitch. She was pointing at me, as if she deserved answers more than I did.
I instantly slapped her hand out of my face. “Don’t put your fucking hand in my face.”
“So you can’t talk, Tunan?” She snaked her head, ignoring me once she realized I was no punk.
“Who is this, Tune?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her because I refused to be caught off guard.
“Ion know, my baby.”
“So you don’t know me, Tunan Payne?”
“Hell nawl! Get da fuck up outta my wife’s face, doe.”
Her eyes went to my ring, and she looked as if she was about to blow a gasket. “Wife? So you come to my house the other night and shoot my nigga, but you out here playing husband? What the fuck did you do to me? I woke up naked on the floor of my bedroom.”
Tunan hopped up carefully, moving me behind him, but getting in the woman’s face. I couldn’t have heard her right. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I pulled my dress down as I gathered myself.
“Bitch, you know dat ain’t how it went! Stop da fuckin’ cap, garbage-ass hoe!”
“Nigga, you was at my house last night and you shot my nigga!”
Tunan grabbed her around the neck and squeezed while jerking her body.
“Tunan!” I scoffed as I looked around.
“Mane, fuck dis weak-ass bitch!”
“Get your hands off her!”
He shoved her, making her tumble over a garbage can that I hadn’t noticed until now. She hopped up from the spilled trash, leaving her Foot Locker shopping bag and fake Gucci purse on the floor.
“Stella, take yo’ sour-ass on, hoe!”
“I wasn’t sour for the year and a half that we were together!”
“Hunh?” I looked back and forth between the two.
“Yes! I’m his fiancée!”
“Bitch, you wish!” He walked in her direction, and she immediately backed out of his reach.
“Tunan, don’t lie for this hoe! With yo’ abusive ass! The only reason why we broke up is because this nigga couldn’t keep his hands to himself!”
My hand grabbed at my stomach as the carousel began to spin, only it wasn’t spinning. My senses were.
“Don’t believe her, my baby.” Tunan turned to my direction.
“Believe me, my baby! Look!” She pulled her phone from her breast and flipped it so that I could see the screen.
There was a picture of her, and she looked unrecognizable with her busted eyes, knotted head, and swollen, broken nose.
“Look!” She swiped, and there was Tunan’s mugshot except he had locs that hung around his face.
I had to blink a few times to be sure that it was him, but aside from his hair, it was the same face.
She zoomed in, and domestic violence and aggravated assault were listed among the charges.
My mouth went dry and my hands trembled.
I could feel bile rising up my throat, so I turned and let it out.
Chunks of my lunch splashed all over my feet, but I didn’t care.
I couldn’t stop throwing up, even if I wanted to.
“Glow! Dis hoe lyin—”
“Bitch!”
With vomit still flowing from my mouth, my head was yanked backward, and I was dragged to the floor. I felt a pounding on my head just as the vomit stopped, and before I could react, my head was let go with a jerk.
“Bitch! You got me fucked up!” Tunan had pulled Stella off of me and had slammed her on the ground into my splatter of throw up.
“I’ll kill you hoe!” He heaved heavily as he held her to the ground.
“Police! Put your hands up!”
Four officers tackled Tunan, one slipping in the throw up, while Stella caught her breath. Backing away, I watched as Tunan was being read his rights and handcuffed, while Stella was screaming that she wanted to press charges.
Who the fuck did I marry?