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“How lucky am I to be with you?” she blushed.

“Remember one point in your life when you couldn’t stand a nigga. Princess, you hated my fucking guts,” I laughed deeply. “You used to roll yo eyes at a nigga and I used to fuck with you and tell if you kept on rollin’ them mutharfucka’s would get cocked.”

She tittered. “I remember,” she sighed. “It’s crazy all it took was for you to put on a Santa suit just for me to get weak in the knees.”

“You think so,” I asked her, wanting to hear her version of things. “I beg to differ baby.”

“Oh, Drill please don’t start, just keep rubbing my feet.”

“I am and I’m gone talk my shit too baby. This shit deeper than some sexual shit with you Akira.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll talk later on,” I stood up and stretched my body. “You hungry?”

“We can talk now, but I am.”

“C’mon, I go they got some fye ass White Castle burger in there, we could pop in the microwave really quick.” I smirked with my back turned to her as I walked out of the bedroom.

I heard her feet slapping against the carpet as she rushed towards me. It’d only be a matter of seconds before she digested what I said, then the shit talking started.

“White Castle,” she shrieked. “Martavious Washington, we did not come all the way out here to eat no White Castle burgers. I want steak, lobster; surf and turf,” she ranted one and on. “Something, hell any damn thing, besides some corner store ass White Castle burgers, don’t insult me like this!”

My laughter erupted before I could talk myself into holding it in. When I turned around to face her, she was frowned up at a nigga with her hand on her wide, curvy hip.

“So, this funny to you?”

“Yeah, it’s funny.” I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her body. Snuggling her body close to mine, she felt so damn soft and warm. “The fuck I look like feeding you that bullshit. I want to end the night with me deep inside your love, making you cum. I ain’t trying to be on your shit list, bae.”

She leaned her head back to look up at me and asked, “Then what am I going to eat Drill?”

“The way you acting, I’m about to feed you this dick.” I chuckled and slapped her on the ass.

“Noooo,” she stomped her foot childishly, followed by a guttural whine. “I’m starving. Dick only feeds my pussy, not my appetite.”

Pecking her on the forehead a few times, I continued to grope her ass before pulling back. “I hear you baby. Go get dressed.”

“Don’t we need to call our driver?”

“Let me worry about that and go get dressed. Put something sexy on with them pretty ass toes out.”

My eyes were glued to her ass and at the sway of her hips. Every step she took, even small ones, her booty jiggled. Temptation danced heavy around me because every little thing about her had me wanting to fuck the shit out of her and say fuck the dinner, fuck the plans, I can feast on her pussy, but that’d be selfish to her. Although I know she’d enjoy the satisfaction of cumming on my tongue back-to-back, the surprise awaiting her downstairs is better than busting a nut inside of her.

CHAPTER7

“You ain’t gone do your makeup?” Drill asked, stepping into the room.

Irritation was weighing me down because he was hinting at something without telling me what it was. I knew it, and I could tell from the way he was acting. Simplicity is something that can’t be taught and Drill isn’t a simple man. Everything he does, from what I know about him thus far, he does with a bang, to leave a lasting impression on anyone who graces his presence.

“Why should I do my make up Drill?”

“Why would you put on something sexy and not do your makeup? It ain’t gone take you long to put your face on, is it?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “How long do I have?”

“Take all the time you need, beautiful.” I grabbed my white cotton robe and tied it around my body before walking over to the other side of the bedroom to retrieve my makeup bag.

It never takes me long to do a soft beat any way but I slayed my face to perfection. The wispy mink, mega volume lashes made me look so sultry and seductive. When my lash tech mentioned doing this style versus the traditional wispy look that I usually get, I was a little hesitant. Especially now, the viral trend going around are the girls looking like they’re about to take off when they bat their eyelashes but mine were opposite of that. They fit my cat shaped eyes perfectly, almost making this be my go to look from now on. To add a pop of color to my face, I did a closed lipped smile and applied my pink blush. Finishing off the look, I applied some brown liner to my full lips, before smooching them together to blend in my fortune cookie gloss from NYX.

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