Chapter 90
all this time, only to meet Face and immediately fold like a fucking lawn chair?
It made no sense. The Babi I knew myself to be would never go back to a nigga’s house after dinner, and let him sloppily lick on her pussy, while his kids were right down the hallway.
And I surely wouldn’t let nobody cream pie my pussy several times.
But that was what I’d let Face’s nasty ass do to me.
I hated that I liked how he felt inside of me. I didn’t get why I’d let him kiss me so intimately. All tongue. He was interlocking our fingers, as he rocked inside of me. We were sweaty. Hearts racing. While my toes curled.
This shit wasn’t right. And when the morning came, I was going to put some distance between us.
Face
Rolling over in bed, my eyes popped open. Glancing around, I quickly realized that I was in bed alone.
“Babi! Babi! Bring yo ass back to bed, man!” I shouted, ready to head back to sleep for a few more hours.
After sitting there for five minutes, I figured that she hadn’t heard me. So, I rolled out of bed, and grabbed some shorts to step into. Then I marched out of the room.
Room by room, I looked for her. Once I searched the first floor, I decided to check the cameras. I saw that her truck was gone, which means that her ass had left.
I sucked my teeth. “The fuck is she on?”