Page 80 of Save Room for Us

“I been thinking about you is all,” I replied bashfully, staring up into those pretty caramel and green eyes.

I’d met Asif a year and a half ago, one night out at the club. As soon as me and my girls entered the building, we spotted his sexy, thugged out ass. I knew they would be gunning for him, so I pulled out all my best moves, sucking his dick in the car and fucking him the same night. I had no time to be a good girl, which was how I usually rolled. No nigga could ever say he fucked Milan Fellows first night, until Asif St. Thomas.

He was rich, fine, popping, and tall, so I knew he wasn’t about to waste time chasing after me to get the goods. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted and could get it from any woman he wanted, so I had to do what I had to do to secure my spot.

After that, I basically begged the nigga for his number, and he obliged. Call it thirsty if you want, but I put in overtime after that, texting, calling, making sure he knew I wanted him, and he could have me whenever he liked, no matter what I was doing. I once even left my date waiting in the restaurant because Asif stopped by the establishment for me to suck his dick in theparking lot. I went right back to my date afterward like I didn’t just swallow another man’s nut.

Over time, I became too attached to Asif to keep doing my own thing with these bum, corny niggas, so I devoted all my time to him—let him fuck me in any position, any hole, and let him know I wanted to be his. It was then he broke my heart by telling me he wasn’t looking for nothing serious and that he was gon’ do him until he did. I accepted it, him fucking other girls and not giving me the girlfriend title, because I knew things would change.

However, once I started getting antsy and jealous, going crazy when he wouldn’t answer my calls because I knew he was smashing some other girl, he set me down and explained to me all the reasons I wasn’t Mrs. St. Thomas material.

I tried to fix it all, but every now and again, I would slip and do something dumb, like encourage a nigga flirting with me in my comments or giggling when a man smacked me on the ass instead of checking him. I just liked attention, and since I was an ugly duckling growing up, now being fine and having niggas fawn over me was like a drug I couldn’t quit.

“Well stop thinking about me,” Asif responded. “All it’s gon’ do is have you out here like you are now.”

Stepping closer, I said, “Okay, but can we do it one more time? How you gon’ make me go cold turkey from this.” I reached for his long, thick dick, feeling my southern lips salivate as it filled my hand. “I wanna feel you, everywhere. I want you to nut in my mouth, daddy.” I cooed nastily, the way he liked, and I saw it affect him a bit as he peered down into my face with his fine mug. The sight made me smile.

“Move, Milan. I ain’t fucking around.”

“You’re still single, right?” I asked, and he gave me no response. “And from how hard your dick is right now, I know she’s not fucking you enough.” Lowering my voice whilecaressing the bulge in his sweats, I added, “You need it at least three times a day still, right?”

When I said Asif loved to fuck, I meant it. It wasn’t often we had sex once and moved on; he always wanted it at least three times within the visit.

He pushed my hand from his crotch and said, “You ’bout to piss me the fuck off, for real.”

His tone was cool but lethal, filling me with a little bit of fear, but I couldn’t let up yet. I was too close. His dick was damn near poking me through his sweats, and I could see the struggle in his face. Anastazia’s pussy was surely trash because Asif looked like he hadn’t let one go since the last time we had sex.

“You sure?” I took his hand and put it under my skirt so he could feel the dampness of my panties. Snatching his hand from under my skirt, he gripped my neck tightly and backed me to the wall. “Ooh, there he is.” I chomped my teeth at him, still feeling his hard dick against my stomach. “Sexy ass.”

My smile faded when I felt cold metal pressed to my temple, and he tightened his grip on my throat. He’d pulled his gun out so quickly I didn’t even see it.

“Come by here trying to entice me again and they gon’ be outlining you with that white chalk, love. I’m trying to be cool. Trying to be a gentleman like I was raised to be, but you gon’ make a nigga get outta character real fucking quick. Don’t do that, I beg you. You don’t know that side of me, baby. You used to dick between ya lips, not a nine, but I can switch up real promptly if you need that.”

“I’m-I’m sorry,” I whimpered, feeling like I would use the bathroom on myself any minute, and I wasn’t sure if it was gonna be number one or two. When he let me go, I said, “You don’t want me, but your dick was hard! Get a new bitch that can actually fuck you right!”

“Baby, I’m a man. My dick be hard just ’cause it’s Tuesday. Don’t flatter yaself.” He plummeted my self-esteem as he gave me his back, swaggering back inside of his building.

Not only was I pissed he dissed me yet again, but now, here I was, horny as hell. None of these niggas could fuck like Asif. He was the only one that actually made me cum, and I looked forward to it. Most niggas couldn’t get me there unless I helped them with a toy or something of the sort.

Pussy throbbing and with an attitude, I hopped in my car, drove home, got myself off, then showered while wondering how I could get my man back. Anastazia did not deserve him.

“Girl, I love that bag,” my cousin Bianni said as she filed my nails within her workroom.

She did nails out of her apartment. It was a little ghetto, but the bitch had talent, more than Asif’s sister-in-law, in my opinion.

“Thanks. It’s from the new collection.” I patted the Dior bag with my free hand.

“See, I need a nigga who gon’ do me like that,” she said. Asif didn’t buy this, but I wouldn’t correct her. I liked for bitches to think shit like that. I’d in fact bought this with the money I made from social media.

“Speaking of, what happened to you hooking everybody in the circle up?” my homegirl Jalia asked as she sat on the couch in the room, waiting for her nails to be done next.

“I told y’all I would whenever I got a chance to be around them niggas alone, but it hasn’t happened,” I answered.“Anytime Asif brings me to those family functions, the wives and hos be around.”

I’d told Bianni, Jalia, and my other friend Casandra that Asif had some fine ass brothers and not just the ones they’d heard about like Khari, Shakur, Unique, and Cemone. I promised them I could hook them up with them, despite them being married, and my girls were all for it.

I personally could never and would never fuck with a married man, at least not before I met Asif, because now, I was willing to be his side chick if it meant him still being with me. However, these hos didn’t have feelings for Asif’s brothers like I did him, so they didn’t have an excuse for being a side thing.

“Well get on it, bitch, because Cemone is getting finer by the day.” Jalia laughed, making Bianni and I follow suit.

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