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“What’s good, Chantel?” I asked, already ready to hang up the phone.

“I miss you, can you come and see me tonight?” she asked sexily into the phone.

I might as well. Shit, I could use a good nut right about now. I knew that I had about another hour to be in the studio before I took my ass home and then I would be able to slide on Chantel. “I’m at the studio right now, but when I leave, I’ll come through,” I told her.

“Okay, daddy, I’ll be waiting,” she cooed into the phone and I hung up after that.

Two hours later, I was leaving the studio and on my way to Chantel’s house. She stayed in a three bedroom condo out in Miramar. I honestly don’t know how the fuck her ass paid her rent because she didn’t work. Yes, I gave her money but shit, I wasn’t giving her money like that. Like I said, she wasn’t my bitch, she was just somebody that I was fuckin at the time. The most money I’d probably ever given to Chantel was maybe about two hundred dollars. I’m not gone lie, though. I buy her shit every once in a while, but that’s as far as that goes. I didn’t trust these hoes, so I wasn’t about to be handing them large stacks of money to go spend it on another nigga. Hell no, wasn’t happening!

Ten minutes later, I was pulling up to her condo. I parked my money green 2015 Camaro in the guest parking lot and got out. I took the stairs to the second floor and walked down to Chantel’s door. I knocked two times and a minute later, she came to the door wearing a black silk robe that stopped at the middle of her thigh. Her hair was pinned up in a soft bun and she smelled so good. I looked at her hands and feet to make sure her shit was done because I swear to God if they wasn’t, I was walking right out of this door. I was a nigga with expectations. Just because I could fuck every bitch every day of the week didn’t mean I was going to fuck any bitch. I had fucking standards. I only fucked with bad ass bitches, so it would be a blessing to any female for me to stick my dick inside of them.

“Hey, daddy, I missed you all day,” Chantel cooed, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I nodded my head and reached back to close her front door. I noticed the hickies that she had surrounding her neck and a smirk formed to my lips, but I didn’t even say anything. I knew for a fact that I didn’t put them shits on her neck, which just led me to believe that she was fuckin with another nigga. I didn’t give a fuck about that, though. She wondered why I took her ass for a joke whenever she felt the need to express how much she wanted to be my girl.

“I saw the pictures of you, your daughter and Charlie on Instagram. The Shade Room posted it,” she said to me and I looked at her, annoyed. Whenever I was around her, she always felt the need to throw up my baby mama and my daughter. I low key felt like she was trying to say something but she just didn’t have the guts to say it because she knew that I would knock her ass out for saying some foul shit about my family.

“You called me over here to talk about my family or you called me because you wanted to fuck?” I asked bluntly.

“Quan, why do you do me like this? Why every time I invite you over, you just assume that I just want to fuck?” she asked with a scowl on her face.

“Because that’s what the fuck you do! Why else would you come to the door wearing nothing but a damn robe?” I asked her.

“It’s like, damn. Can I fix you something to drink or something?” she asked me.

“If I wanted something to drink, I would have stopped to get me something on my way over here! What’s it going to be, Chantel? Are we fuckin or what because what you won’t do, another woman will,” I said.

She looked at me for a few seconds and then reached her hand out to place mine in hers. She led me to her bedroom and sat me down on her bed. I got up off the bed right quick so that I could place my gun on her dresser and then made my way back over to the bed. Chantel’s room was decorated in pink and cheetah. Her bed set was cheetah and all the rugs on her floor were pink. I looked around her room and watched as she got on her knees to take off my boots. After she removed my boots and my socks, she reached her hands up to pull down my joggers and then she pulled down my boxers. She didn’t even have my dick hard yet. I watched on as she placed soft kisses on my thighs and then she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. That brought my monster to life and I brought my hands up and placed them on each side of her head. She was giving me some sloppy head right now, damn near shoving my entire dick down her throat.

I’m not going to lie, Chantel’s ass

was a beast at sucking dick, that’s probably why I kept her ass around. I didn’t even know how that shit was possible but each time she would slurp my shit, it would grow bigger and bigger. Her ass was taunting me by slurping on the head of my dick while staring directly into my eyes with her watery ones.

“Suck that dick just like that,” I grunted, taking her hair out of the bun she had it in and to run my fingers through her hair. She started humming on my dick and started alternating between sucking my shit slow and then very fast and when I felt my toes curl, I knew that I was about to cum in a few short seconds.

“Fuck, girl, I’m finna bust,” I said, fucking the shit out of her mouth like it was her pussy.

“Hmm, Quan, you taste so good,” Chantel moaned, standing up and trying to kiss me in the mouth, but I moved my head. Fuck wrong with her ass? She knew damn well I never kiss her ass in the mouth. I felt like kissing was only for the person that you loved and God knew that I didn’t love these hoes. The only lips I ever kissed were my daughter’s and Charlie’s.

I watched as Chantel went to undo her robe and once it hit the floor, I stared in awe at her beautiful body. The piercings that she had on each of her nipples were sexy as fuck. She stood up from the floor and sat down on my lap, acting as if she was about to slide my dick inside of her raw.

“Chantel, why you acting like all this shit is new to you? When the fuck have I ever kissed you and when have I ever slid inside of you without a rubber?” I asked, waiting to hear what she was about to say. She was really starting piss me off and my dick was about to go limp fucking around with her ass.

“You right, let me get a condom from out of my dresser,” she said, about to get up, but I held her by her waist.

“I got my own shit, take it from out of my pants and pass it to me,” I said and she sucked her teeth, went into my pants pocket and pulled out a pack of Magnums. She handed me the package and I opened up one of them and slid it down on my dick.

“Go ahead. Hop up on it,” I said, with both hands on my dick, waiting for her to ease down on it. She walked over seductively to me and slowly eased her ass down on my dick. My shit slid inside of her with no problem.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, placing her small hands on my chest and bouncing up and down on my shit. A nigga was trying to get into that shit but I couldn’t help but feel how loose her pussy was.

“You feel so good, Quan,” she moaned and I slapped her ass, letting her know to go a little bit faster on my shit. She sped up her pace and a minute later, she was cumming and I lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

I hated fuckin Chantel but I loved receiving head from her ass. I wasn’t about to be no sucker ass nigga and let her help me get my rocks off by sucking my dick and then just leaving her with a wet ass pussy and just dip on her ass. I swear, that was some gay ass shit and I never understood why niggas did shit like that. I walked inside of her bathroom, flushed the condom down the toilet and then washed my hands. I couldn’t get into the fuckin session tonight because I felt like Chantel’s ass was low key trying me. Did she really think that I was about to let her fuck me without a condom? And then the bitch tried to be slick and act like she was going to use one of her condoms instead. That was some real foul shit. I didn’t want to be too quick to assume but I felt like her ass was trying to plant a baby on me and if that was the case, I was going to stop fuckin with her ass.

I walked back inside of her bedroom and she was laying under the covers, waiting for me to come back in there with her. I went over to my boxers that were lying on the side of the bed and put them on, along with my joggers. I went back over to her dresser and placed my gun back on my side. I could feel Chantel burning a hole through me with her eyes the entire time.

“I’m about to dip, I’ll holla at you later,” I said and she looked at me with disappointed eyes.


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