"Yooo, baby," Fetty called me from upstairs. I walked up there to see him laying in bed watching Maury. "...Yes?" He starts dramatically calling you to come closer to him. "Can you please make me some food?" I sucked my teeth at him in response and began making my way back downstairs. "Baby please!!!!" I turned to him from in front of the door, "No! You need to use the legs God blessed you with while you still have them, take yo ass downstairs and make yourself something to eat." Highly annoyed Willie calls me back in the room and me, being the lovely girlfriend I am, entertains his fuckery one last time. I walked back in the room and very sarcastically acted as the attentive servant girlfriend he clearly bumped his head and assumed I was. "Yes, darling?" I said while batting my eyelashes. "Please? I just want some pizza." Continuing my sarcasm I said, "But honey, you can't just order that?" "No, my phone is really far" When he in all seriousness gestured toward the dresser that was what looked like a good 5 inches from his arm span, I lost it. "Nope. Nope, nope, nope, not today. You not gone raise my blood pressure. Nooo sir. I'll be downstairs." That's when he started laughing and finally cut out this lazy act he'd been doing. He reached out, grabbed my wrist and sat me down on the bed. Then he started holding my hands while standing in between my legs in a very flirtatious and slightly sexual manner. Seeing how our bed was kind of high up, he was meeting my level as far as height, which made it easier for him to continuously playfully peck my lips. "Forreal tho, I'm hungry as hell." He just wouldn't let go of the fact that I wasn't making him food. "Oh well I can't help you. Go make yourself something." He starts smirking still trying to convince me. "Aight" he said in a calm vengeful tone. He began to push me back on the bed by my knees to keep my legs open. By this point I was regretting just wearing panties, a bra, and a tank top. He began slowly rubbing my pussy with his middle and index finger through my lace underwear. He watched a wet spot appear before his eyes while I moaned at him. "Since you not trynna feed me, imma eat you" he said winking at me then biting his lip. I don't even think he knows how wet he got me just from doing that alone. He pulled my panties away from my area with one hand, then began fingering me with the other and started flicking his tongue on all my spots. It didn't take me long to cum after that. He proceeded to take his already hard dick out of his pajama pants and stroked himself over my body, which again contributed to my wetness. He rubbed his tip against my pussy to let me know he was about to slide in. "Lemme show ya little defiant ass what happens-" he paused to push his first few inches inside of me and grunted, then continued on to say, "when you don't wanna make me food." He pushed the rest of himself in me and I gripped his back with my nails and moaned. "Alright I'm sorry, baby, if you want..... I'll go m-make your stuff now..." My attempts to chill him out didn't work, which became evident when he said "Nah, nah, you not going nowhere right now." With another powerful stroke, he slammed into me both fast and hard. While he was beginning to make me sore, I loved every second of it. "Baby I'm sorry!" I screamed to him before I released for a second time. Still very unforgiving, he kept fucking me, and I mean hard. It went on for hours, him aggressively pinning me down in helpless positions, forcing my body in different positions, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, everything about it was pure joy to me though.
Once he got tired enough, he stopped and let me go from his grasp. When he did, I wasted no time limping downstairs and making him pizza.
