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“Where you going?”

“Nowhere, but you just told me to get off you. I don’t think you know what you want.”

“I said get off me, not leave. I know exactly what I want.” Moving over, I laid against his chest. Instead of getting mad, he put his arm around me to move me closer. His phone rang, and I caught an attitude immediately. It had been going off all morning, and this nigga kept silencing it. I’d been letting it slide, but naw. I was done being nice. “Who the fuck is that steady calling you?”

“Answer it and see,” he said nonchalantly. I don’t know if he was calling my bluff or thought I was one of those women who be happy with the thought. Either way, he had me fucked up. I reached out my hand, and Anton laughed before passing it to me.

“Hello,” I said with hella attitude.

“Where that nigga at?” I don’t know why I didn’t do that first, but him snapping caused me to look at the screen. It was Key.

“He right here.” I was about to give him the phone, but Key stopped me.

“Tell that whipped ass nigga to call me later when he not caked up.” I giggled before agreeing.

“Okay.” I passed Anton the phone back, feeling satisfied.

“Not you was jealous thinking it was a bitch.” I scoffed hard.

“This coming from the man who was ready to fight Earl not knowing it was my daddy.”

“Touché. You hungry?”

“Not yet. Why you always trying to feed me? You think I’m a big back or something?” That got a laugh out of him.

“Naw. You just always hungry. Be waking me up at two in the morning talking about I want some nachos.”

“You got up and made them too,” I said smugly.

“And will do it again.”

“That’s because you love me.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His hand stopped moving, and I was cursing myself for making that mistake. We both stayed silent for a while, and I was praying he didn’t make a big deal out of it.

“Yeah, something like that.” My stomach did something stupid. The butterflies were flapping their wings hard as hell, and I couldn’t stop the feeling that took over me. This nigga was breaking through walls, and I didn’t know how to stop him. I wanted to ask him if he was serious, but I decided against it. If I got to asking too many questions, he might tell my ass he was just playing. So, I shifted to something else instead.

“Since you ain’t got nothing to do…” I slid my hand under the covers and grabbed his dick. Anton snatched my wrist to stop me.

“You just said I was too heavy and wanted me to move.”

“That was then. Now, I want my dick. So, get your big ass up here.” Without warning, he flipped me on my back and got on top of me. Since me and him started fucking, it was always rough. Anton was aggressive as fuck in the bedroom. So, I was expecting him to be the same way this time. Instead, his hands started caressing me softly. My body was shivering like a mufucka. His fingertips were brushing over the tips of my nipples, and I couldn’t control the reaction.

Anton made his way to my pussy, and he did the same thing with my clit. He wasn’t stroking it, just brushing over it softly. My legs spread like butter as he made his way to my opening. This nigga started finger fucking me slow as hell, and my pussy came instantly. I was twenty seven, and I was ashamed to admit I’d never had anyone take their time with me, so my body didn’t know how to react. This hoe was acting like a male virgin, cumming prematurely, making me look like a rookie. I arched my back, and without instruction, he went deeper.

“Damn, baby. This pussy wet as fuck. Is she ready for me?”

“Yesss! Put it in, please.” I was begging at this point.

“Naw. She ain’t ready yet. If you want this dick, you gone have to show me.” Anton didn’t increase his pace. He just slid in another finger. I tried pleading to him with my eyes, but he ignored me. He dripped spit from his mouth down to my pussy, and that bitch was over wet now.

“Anton. I need it.” Grabbing my leg, he put my toes in his mouth and started sucking my toes. Anton stopped fingering me and focused all his attention on my feet. He slid his tongue from my toes to the heel of my foot. Moving up, he sucked on my ankles. Once he was satisfied that he left a mark, he continued to do that until he left marks leading to my pussy. I wanted to feel him so bad I had tears in my eyes. He sucked longer on my inner thighs, and then his lips finally latched on to my clit. Anton was gentle as he slightly did a suction.

“You taste so fucking good.” He pulled away long enough to say that before going back to his meal.

“Baby, I wanna feel you inside of me,” I whined. He didn’t stop until he pulled another orgasm out of me. My body was still shaking when he climbed up and swiped his dick up and down my slit. That shit was sliding in all my juices. Moving my hips, I tried my best to get it in, but he kept moving it out the way. My clit was already numb, but he kept rubbing his dick against it.

“I think my bitch ready now.” He said that, but he still didn’t put it in. His pace increased, and I damn near went dizzy when I felt another orgasm arising.

“Nigga! How many times you think I can cum?” This psychopath laughed before sliding it inside.