“Nesha, I still can’t believe that Billion came out here with that skinny ass bitch. He ought to be fuckin’ embarrassed to have even brought that hoe around, knowing he got two of the thickest bitches for a baby mama. He’s clearly attracted to that bitch’s face because I know how much of a sucker that nigga is for a big ass,” Denim talked shit from her stall.
I was trying to beat on her door and give her the heads up to chill, but she wasn’t getting it. I was at the sink now, washing my hands, when suddenly, the stall where Ms. Arm Candy was opened. She stepped out, and we looked at each other through the mirror. Because she and I were closer to each other this time, I could really see her face, and she was much prettier in person. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dark-skinned person with gray colored eyes. That alone gave her an exotic look and made her stand out.
I knew that she had to have heard Denim loud and clear, but she didn’t say anything, which proved Denim and me right about her being way out of his league. Billion was used to messing with hood bitches, and any hood bitch would have been beating down Denim’s door, prepared to beat some ass.
In less than ten seconds, Denim came out of her stall, and when she did, she and Billion’s date exchanged looks.
“Not sure what I said or what I did to you, but you are clearly out of pocket for talking about me in such a way. I’ve known about the two of you since Twinkle told me who you all were to Billionaire. I’ve never said anything ill about either of you behind your backs, so I would appreciate it if you showed me the same respect that I show you,” the woman said to Denim.
I was washing my hands, and I laughed at her calling him Billionaire because no fuckin’ body called him that shit.
Denim looked at her and laughed as well.
“Girl, fuck you!” was all Denim told her.
“That’s cool, but respect me, like I said. You still haven’t told me why you’re so mad,” she said as she grabbed some paper towels to dry her hands.
“Like I said. Girl, fuck you! Never mad. I just know for a fact that you aren’t even his type. Bitch, her son is damn near bigger than you! At least you’re cute, though,” Denim went on to say.
“Listen, I’ve known Billion longer than both of you. I know what the man wants, and I know what he doesn’t want. I’m not sure what you got that has him chasing after you, but the Billion I know is a sucker for a small waist, big titties, and an even bigger ass. I think Denim’s choice of words are wrong, but basically, she and I both know that you’re just far off from what we see him go after,” I said, trying to be the peacemaker, but at the same time, trying to throw my little bit of shade in.
“If that’s what he wants, why isn’t he with either of you? I know personally that he hasn’t dealt with either of you since he’s been home. You can stop while you’re ahead because if you’re trying to run me away, it’s not working,” she went on to say.
The bathroom door opened again, and Twinkle walked in.
“There you go! You just ran off, and I was looking everywhere for you. Are you okay? What the hell were they saying to you?” Twinkle came in like her little ass was big and bad.
I didn’t too much care for Twinkle anymore either. I fell out with her years ago.
“Nothing. They weren’t saying anything,” she said and walked out of the bathroom.
Twinkle looked from us to the door that her girl had already walked out of.
“You two bitches are miserable. If Billion wanted to be with either of you hoes, he would have been! Accept the fact that he’s moved on, and he isn’t interested in you cum suckers anymore!” Twinkle spat.
“Twinkle, please! Go worry about the step baby that you have on the way!” I spat because word around town was that Monterius had a baby on her.
“I’ll do that while you worry about stepping your desperation up a notch to get with a nigga who doesn’t give a fuck about you! I’m not even sure why you bitches are here. Deepthroating cum and accidentally getting knocked up shouldn’t give you family invites. In case you didn’t know, your kids are family, not you bitter ass baby mamas!” she spat and then walked out.
She hit low, and I knew it was because I said what I said about Monterius. I ended up staying in the bathroom with Denim for at least another minute or so as we freshened up.
“Yo! Your girl running out on you,” my homie, Dru, let me know.
I had invited a few of my niggas to come out and celebrate my grandma’s day with us, because shit, she was like a grandmother to everyone. I had been cooped up with Normani all night, but about thirty minutes ago, I came up top, where a lot of my niggas were, and I was just kickin’ it with them.
I knew that Normani was straight because she was down there with Twinkle and my mama. My mama loved Normani already. All night, she had been telling me that Normani was the one. Then, when she found out that Normani was a doctor, she pretty much swore on her and knew that she was the woman for me.
What’s so crazy is that my mama was mean as fuck, and when it came to me dating a woman and her feeling like they were the one, her expectations were so high because she thought highly of me. I even introduced Normani to my grandma, and my grandma couldn’t stop talking about how Normani was the one for me too.
Speaking of my grandma, she had been smiling and shit all night. She was under the impression that we were just going to celebrate her birthday by taking her out to dinner, but nah, we managed to plan a whole surprise party without her even knowing. We started talking about this party while I was in prison, and I was just glad that I could be home. This was definitely one of those events that I wouldn’t have wanted to hear about. Instead, I would have rather been there to witness it. All her old high school friends were there, and each time I looked over at her, she was either nonstop smiling or laughing.
Days ago, I was supposed to have pulled both my baby mamas to the side and had a conversation with them about Normani and how I now had a girlfriend. But ever since Normani and I made shit official, I had been so busy sniffing behind her ass that I didn’t even have the time to do so. Plus, I got the keys to my new spot on Monday, so I had really been working on getting my shit furnished because come next weekend, daddy daycare would start.
What’s so crazy is that I always thought it would be Sidnesha that I had to worry about, when it was actually Denim’s ass. She could let that liquor get in her system tonight all she wanted and give her courage, but I swear to God I would embarrass the fuck out of her ass tonight. I knew the type of shit that she would be on the second I went over to the table and spoke. I heard the slur in her speech, so I already knew how she was coming at a nigga tonight.
I probably should have gone about it differently as far as the way I just dropped this bomb on my baby mamas, but in my defense, they knew that I was seeing someone. Every time I went over to them, they threw little comments out about me having a girl, so to be honest, they knew; they just didn’t know who.
“I’ll be back,” I said to Dru as I walked away.
I jogged down the steps and then speed-walked to catch up with Normani, who was pretty much already out of the building. She had driven her own car, and the way she was walking, it really looked like she was getting ready to head for her shit and leave a nigga. I made it out the doors, and saw her, but she was walking so fuckin’ fast, moving those little ass fuckin’ feet.
“Normani! Yo! Slow the fuck down, yo! Fuck is you going?” I asked, doing a light jog so I could catch up with her.
I made it in front of her, and that’s when I saw that she was crying.
“Why you leaving? What are you crying for?” I asked, and instead of answering, she tried to move around me.
It’s like she was embarrassed that I had caught her crying. I blocked her path, not letting her walk around, and I looked down at her, still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with her. I ain’t know if somebody had done something to her or said something, and she wasn’t making it any better by not telling me.
“I just. I don’t know. I just feel like I don’t fit in with—”
“Who the fuck are you trying to fit in with?” I asked because she wasn’t making any sense.
“Don’t curse at me, Billionaire!” she screamed.
I think this was the first time I had seen her upset like this.
“Aight. Aight. Tell me what happened, though. Why you dipping out on the party? You weren’t even about to tell me that you left,” I said.
It took her a few moments to get herself together, and then she finally looked up at me with those big, beautiful ass eyes.
“I had words with your children’s mothers in the bathroom, and—”
“Man, what? Where the fuck was Twinkle? I told her to sit there with you!” I snapped, cutting her off.
“She went to get a drink. Don’t put this on her because I decided to get up and go to the restroom by myself. I’m not naïve, so I honestly didn’t expect them to welcome me with open arms. At the same time, I didn’t expect them to disrespect me the way they did, either. I feel like we’re just getting started, and we’re getting hit with drama left and right. First, it was my dad, and now this. Remember me telling you that I didn’t want you to come into my life and shift what I’m used to? I was called everything in that bathroom from a skinny bitch to a hoe. I’m not used to having somebody disrespect me like that.
“I’m not crying because they hurt my feelings because I honestly couldn’t care less. I’m crying because I’m angry right now. I didn’t do anything to them for them to talk to me the way they did. Just let me go. I need to go home and cool off. As far as you and me, we tried, but I don’t think we can happen. Only a week in, and I’m already allowing people to have this much power over my emotions. Just let me go,” she said, then snatched her hand away from me and wiped her eyes again.
I looked down at her in shock as I sucked my teeth.
“So, let me get this straight. I just want to make sure I’m hearing you correctly… You’re going to break up with me based off the shit that somebody else said to you? How the fuck does that even work? You should already know that I’m about to check some shit on your behalf, but to call it quits when I didn’t even do anything is fuckin’ stupid, yo! Give a nigga some fuckin’ credit, Normani. I been treating you fuckin’ good, and it’s only going to get better if you stick around. Don’t let my baby mamas get under yo’ skin! They just mad because it’s obvious that you got a nigga wide the fuck open, and they jealous about that!” I spat because I was angry.
She ain’t even say shit; she just stood there, still wiping her eyes.
“Cool. I ain’t going to beg you. Let’s go. Ima walk you to your car,” I said, refusing to beg any woman to be with me, especially when I knew that I had been good as fuck to her ass.
I walked on the side of her, and pretty soon, we made it to her car. She had the driver’s door open, and before she could get in, she turned and looked at me.
“I’m not breaking up with you. I just need a second to process things. Just a small break, Billionaire. Can I have that?” she asked.
“Fuck no, you can’t have no break! This shit just fuckin’ started! What you need a break for?” I barked, getting in her face.
A big tear fell from her eye, and she shrugged like she didn’t know.
“Until you learn to not give a fuck about what other people think of you, me, or us, Ima chill off you. Go ’head. Get home safe,” I told her, but she didn’t move.
She didn’t make a move to get into the car. In fact, she just stood there, still sniffling and looking up at me. I wanted to be so fuckin’ done with her ass and tell her to get the fuck out of my face, but I couldn’t. Those eyes, man. It was those fuckin’ eyes that were going to bring out the worst in me. Plus, she knew how to make this particular face, where she would poke out her bottom lip into a pout. I swear, I fell for that shit every fuckin’ time.
“You sure know how to get your fuckin’ way. Come here, man,” I said and pulled her into me.
Normani rested her head on my chest as she continued to tell me that she didn’t want to break up with me. She was talking in fuckin’ circles, so to shut her up, I leaned down and kissed her. Her Chanel purse was still on her shoulders. As we kissed, I removed it and threw it inside the car. Normani’s car was parked in the back, there wasn’t a light flashing on us, and we were the only two in the parking lot.
Taking advantage of the situation, I put my hands under her skirt, cuffing her ass, and lifted her in my strong arms. I pushed her against the back of her car, and we engaged in a nice and slow kiss. I swear, my fuckin’ dick was screaming in my pants. I was tired of all of this fuckin’ kissing, and I wanted to feel the real thing, but at the same time, I was trying to respect her wishes about not having sex.
Normani smelled so fuckin’ good, and I just knew she would taste even better. The driver's side door was already open, so with her still in my arms, I walked over there and laid her on the seat while we continued to kiss. I managed to pull her skirt up, and then I got her black lace panties off and stuffed them in my pockets.
“Can I eat you?” I asked, stopping the kiss but with my mouth still on hers.
She shyly nodded her head, letting me know that I could. I smiled at that as I placed kisses on her neck and kissed her breasts through the outside of her shirt. I helped her out of her vest and threw it on the seat behind us. My hands were now under her shirt, and I had her small breasts cuffed in my hands. She was squirming under me and even moaning at my touches. I couldn’t stop looking at her because she was so fuckin’ beautiful.
I raised her shirt and was met with a flat ass stomach. Placing light kisses on her stomach, I traveled the kisses up until they got to her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so in seconds, I had her right nipple in my mouth, and I was sucking on that shit like I was waiting for milk to come out.
“Hmmmm,” she moaned, continuing to squirm in the seat.
I sucked on both of her nipples, and I swear her shit tasted like chocolate. I was a titty man, loving everything about some nice, succulent breasts, and Normani had just that. Everything on her body tasted good. I left her breasts alone and then moved my kisses back down to her stomach. The whole time, I felt her eyes on me, and I could tell that she was nervous about what was to come. She should be, because I was about to suck the soul out of her pussy. I sucked, licked, and bit on her thighs, making her moans get louder and louder.
I got a hold of her feet and removed her shoes then placed them inside the car. With her legs bent, I had access to her fat, bald pussy, plus her pretty, tiny feet. I sucked on her toes with a purpose. As I made love to her feet with my tongue, my eyes were glued to her pussy because I was trying to mentally store the different ways that I was going to eat it. I purposely let spit fall out of my mouth and drop down to her pussy. Eventually, my mouth just started watering to taste her juices, so I went in for the kill. The second I did, I wrapped my full lips around her clit, sucking on it the same way that I had just done her big toe.
“Ohhhh... Ohhh my Godddd. Waittt... waitttt... waittt,” she moaned, throwing her head back, and at the same time, trying to run.
I had a mean hold of her hips, purposely making it so she couldn’t go anywhere.
“You taste so fuckin’ good, Normani. Damn… so fuckin’ sweet…” I spoke into her pussy.
Her moans were loud, and if somebody was in the parking lot, fuck it, they were just going to hear her. When her legs started shaking uncontrollably and more juices started spilling out, I knew that she had cum, but she didn’t tell me. She tried to clench her legs closed around my head, but I wanted to suck another orgasm out of her.
“One more. This time, tell me when you cumin’,” I spoke as I ran my hands back under her shirt and started twirling her nipples between my fingers.
Everyone in this fuckin’ parking lot would know my name from the way she was continually moaning it. The juices that were spilling out, I sucked them up and then s
pat it back and kept that motion going. I felt all her juices in my fuckin’ beard and shit, but it was cool. Never in my life had I ever tasted a pussy this good. It was to the point that I was even letting my tongue go in her ass.
“Ohhhh… I’m cumminnngggg againnnnnn!” she cried.
Her legs started shaking like noodles, and I sped up the way that I was licking her. Sure enough, she came right on my tongue for the second time. I gave her clit one last kiss, and for a few seconds, I just watched her pussy jump. I wanted so badly to put my dick inside her because I knew that pussy would be good, but fuckin’ Normani in the car wasn’t the way I wanted her to lose her virginity to me.
I came up and kissed her in the mouth. While we kissed, she was grinding her body into the seat and still moaning into my lips. I wanted her moans to be a little louder because I was addicted to them. I slid my finger into her pussy, and she instantly broke the kiss, looking at me with big eyes. I could see that she wanted to tell me to stop, but the way her gushy ass pussy was hogging my finger, I didn’t want to. I stuck another finger in her, and this time, she moaned, but she made a face like it was hurting.
“Let me stretch you out,” I said, looking into her eyes as I inserted a third finger into her, which had her cuffing my shoulders and trying to run away.
“Billionaireeeeee… waitttt,” she moaned, looking down at my fingers.
“Tell me it feels good,” I said, looking down too.
I was on some nasty, high school shit right now with her, finger fuckin’ her with three fingers. That shit just made me feel good to know that I was making her feel good.
“It feels sooo gooddddd… you're hurting me toooo,” she moaned, throwing her head back, not even looking down at what I was doing anymore.
God, I wanted to fuck. Her moans were killing me. This moment was killing me and my dick. If her pussy muscles could cuff my fingers like this, I could only imagine what it would do to my dick. Yo, when she let me hit it for the first time, I was hitting it to knock her ass up. I wanted this good ass pussy for the rest of my life.
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