𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

"Hell is you doing?" Deontae came up behind me shirtless. I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom staring at my lips. They looked swollen.
This was our last night together. He had a flight in the morning so we were going to bed early.
"My lips look huge." I whined and leaned closer to the bathroom mirror looking at them.
"Tink you know what you doing." Deontae groaned behind me while feeling on my ass.
"I'm looking at my lips." I reached back and swatted his hands away but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it behind my back.
Jesus.
We made eye contact in the mirror but I quickly looked away and walked out the bathroom. Am I the only one who can't handle eye contact?
I walked to my room and laid down on the right side of the bed. Deontae followed me but laid on the left side.
We laid in the dark in silence. I laid on my right side with my back towards him as I scrolled through my instagram feed.
My heart was racing and it felt like I was holding my breath. My stomach started to hurt once I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. I was nervous as hell.
I could feel his manhood against my ass and I'm just gone say I know why Miracle was acting so crazy.
My body reacted on its on and pushed my ass against it.
Bitch fake sleep.
I felt him move behind me then I felt him look at me before laying down again. His hand slid between my legs as he kissed my shoulder. His lips felt so soft against my skin.
"I know you not sleep."
My heart was beating even faster. Why? I don't know its like I was nervous around him now.
"I never said I was sleep." I mumbled with my back still towards him. I was not about to turn around to look at him. Hell no.
"You was acting like it"
"How? I'm just laying here."
He turned me around and grabbed my leg wrapping it around his waist. His hand trailed down to my ass and he gripped it.
"You have to catch your flight early in the morning." I mumbled. He was barely touching on me and I was getting wet.
"Mhm." He hummed and continued to rub on my ass. He slid his hand in my shorts and started to toy with my clit.
My breath hitched as I bit my lip and continued to lay there. This was really happening.
I wasn't the only one enjoying this, I could feel his dick getting harder if that was even possible. I wanted to play too.
My hand gripped him firmly and I began to rub him through his shorts. I heard him suck in a breath before he tried to pull my shorts down. With a little bit of my help they were off and now on the floor somewhere in the room.
He brought his fingers up to my mouth and I sucked on them before he drew them back down and slid them inside me.
I gasp and a moan followed behind it. Deontae grabbed my chin and made me look at him as his fingers moved inside me.
He leaned closer to me and pressed his lips against mine. I automatically kissed back and our lips moved in sync as he continued to play with my flower while I continued to stroke him.
My hand couldn't fit around it.
The moon light shined through the slide door of the balcony so I was able to look into his eyes once we pulled back from the kiss.
As I looked into his eyes with my mouth slightly open I could feel my juices spilling out of me onto his fingers.
He bit his lip and pulled his fingers out and sat up. He laid me on my back and hovered over me leaving wet kisses on my neck down to my stomach then to my love box. He then sat up and pulled my shirt off throwing it behind him onto the floor along with my other closed.
He stared at my girls before leaning down and kissing my right pierced nipple then sucking on it. My legs wrapped around him as I ran my fingers through his hair and bit my lip trying to silence my moans. His tongue swirled around my nipple before he switched to the left and showed it the same love.
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror in front of my bed seeing a tiny red light blink. I sat up slightly and rubbed my eyes and looked again but nothing was there.
"You straight?" Deontae stared at me and I nodded still looking at the mirror.
"I thought I seen something." I laid back and relaxed again.
He placed his hands under my knees and kept my legs spread as he licked my inner thighs. He was driving me crazy with this teasing.
"Please." My voice came out as a whisper as he looked at me before slowly licking up my slit. Then he covered my love box with his mouth and started to suck and flick his tongue against me.
He flatten his tongue and continued to eat me like he's never ate a day in his life.
𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝙶𝙰 — 𝗧𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆
"Periodddddt" Dior hyped me up as she took a video of me on her phone.
Jasiah called me in for a late photoshoot that he pulled together. I wouldn't say he's my manager because he really isn't.
Deontae left this morning so I was already up from taking him to the airport. He did not want to leave me here alone.
"They just called for your flight." I cheesed hard as Deontae continued to hold onto me. He's been like this since last night.
"I know." He finally pulled back and lifted my chin so I could look at him in his eyes.
"You know I'd be on the next flight back here if anything happen right? Don't hesitate to call me or nunna that." He kissed my head then my nose and lastly my lips.
I was smiling harder than a gay nigga in a dick factory.
"I won't."
"Alright next fit." The photographer dismissed me.
"You look so good." Dior showed me the boomerang from her phone.
"Send me that." We made it inside to the dressing room and I sat down checking my phone.
No text from Deontae.
"Do you know her?" Dior showed me Myla's instagram profile.
"Yea that's my homegirl. Why?" I raised my eyebrow at her. If she had anything negative to say about her I'm gone defend her because I know she would do the same for me.
"She just followed me."