With my hand that wasn’t finger fuckin’ her, I held the back of her head, making her look at me because I wanted to see her eyes roll when she came. She was looking at me and biting her lips. Now, I had a motion going. Three fingers were fuckin’ her, and one was rubbing her clit.
“You about to cum, huh?” I asked, speeding it up a little bit.
“Yessssss... Oh my Godddd!” she cried out.
Normani spit up so many juices on my fingers. Once she was done, I pulled my fingers out and sucked them dry.
“Billionaire!” She squealed my name as she threw herself back into the chair.
I laughed at her as I reached into her middle glove compartment to see if she had napkins, and she did. I cleaned her off as best I could, and I even wiped down her seat. With the rest of the napkins, I cleaned my beard because she had my shit soaked.
“I’m embarrassed,” she expressed to me.
“For what? It’s not like your pussy stank. You taste good too. That shit was wild, ma. Damn, I want to taste you some more,” I said and kissed her lips.
“It felt good,” she announced.
“Shit, me and everybody outside this bitch knows that,” I joked.
Normani laughed as she looked up at me with googly eyes and kissed me again. I didn’t want to let her go, but I knew that I needed to get back to the party.
“Call me when you get home. I may come through,” I told her.
“I would want you to,” she said, making me smile.
“I will. So, you good? Do you trust a nigga, Normani? I need you to know that I ain’t going to hurt you,” I told her.
“I trust you. We’re good,” she assured me.
After tasting her lips a couple more times, I pulled away, so she could go. I didn’t leave until I saw that she had turned, and she was out of the parking lot. As I was walking back inside, I heard a voice. I knew that voice all too fuckin’ well. It was Denim’s voice. It was actually good that she was out there because I had a bone to pick with her, and I wanted to know what she had said to Normani.
She was standing behind her car, looking like she was trying to get something out of the trunk. Crazy ass was talking to herself. She was probably drunk and didn’t even know I was behind her.
“Stupid ass nigga! I swear I hate that bitch! I held his ass the fuck down when he did his time! Five fuckin’ years, I held it down for him! Gon’ bring that skinny bitch up in here, after he gave me all of that jail talk, telling me that he and I were going to be together after he got out. That’s why I got him raising another nigga’s baby now! So, while he thinks he got the last fuckin’ laugh, it’s really me! His stupid ass!” I heard her say.
She was talking all over the place, pretty much just saying anything, but one thing stood out to me.
“Bitch, what the fuck did you just say?” I asked.
She turned around and looked at me like she had seen a fuckin’ ghost. It’s like I heard her, but I needed her to repeat it. She needed to repeat it so I could make sure I really heard her right before I wrapped my arms around her neck and killed this bitch right where the fuck she stood!
To be continued
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