"What makes you think you can handle all dis'?" I asked with a grin, deciding to play along with his little game. He deeply chuckled. "Naw baby I think it's gon' be you who can't handle dis'." He stated confidently.
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Katrina "Bunny" Hernandez August 27, 2020 1:31 PM ~~~
"You know yo' mama came at me at da barbecue." I told Lo as he held the office door open for me. "What she say?" I stepped in, looking around. "That I wasn't good enough fa ya." When I turned around Lo was right in front of me. "Is dat right?" He asked. "Mhm." I replied with a smirk. He took a step closer but before I could step back his hands were on my waist. He pulled me flush against his front. "What else she say?" He bit his lower lip staring at me with those eyes.
"That you belong wit' yo' family. Not makin' one wit' a hooker." I continued. "And what you tell ha'?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around my waist. "That it wasn't her decision to make and I wasn't gonna tolerate ha' disrespect." He hummed with a nod. "Das my baby." He chuckled looking down at me. I squealed when he unexpectedly picked me up and sat me on the desk.
"Don't pay her no 'tention, mama. Can't nun come 'tween what we got hure." He reassured. "Ya don't say?" I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Oh but I do mama." He smiled softly, leaning in.
I closed the distance between our lips. I could never get enough of how his affection made me feel. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. They glided with confidence. He swallowed every moaned that flowed from my mouth and into his own. He leaned down to place his lips on my neck.
My breath hitched when he found my spot. I moaned louder than intended when his tongue made contact. He smirked against my skin. "Don't get a big head, Big L." I smiled softly. He pulled back with pride. "When you wearin' dis' I can't help it, baby." He said pecking my lips, feeling up my sides. "Why's that, baby?" I questioned as he leaned closer to my ear. "Cus I dat ain't da only big head I got, mama." His deep voice purred in my ear. "Is that right?" I seductively whispered in his ear. "Why'on you check da hard-ware. See if I'm lyin'." He enunciated going back to kissing my neck.
He gently guided my hand down his torso and placed it over his print. I smirked biting my lip. "Mmm." I hummed softly. Before either one of us could speak, a voice called out. "Big L! Where you at? You betta not be getting no," She slurped. "Toppy!" Cliff sung. I could hear the heels getting closer. "Uncle Clifford rule number fo', you a hoe, you out the do'." The door suddenly opened making us slightly jump back away from one another.
"Uht! What y'all doin'? We got performances to practice." Cliff shook the hand held fan that she pointed at us. "Mindin' our bidness. You should try it." Lo said annoyed, glancing back at Cliff.
"Oop! Big L, I know you ain't catchin' no attitude. You supposed to be the damn security. Ain't neva where you s'posed to be." I shook my head trying to hold my laughter. He glared at me causing me to immediately cover my mouth. "We'll be out in a minute." Lo told Cliff. "Mm." Cliff hummed with a sly grin.
