Losin' Control

9

A/n: Can someone teach me how not be fake as fuck? I feel like I wouldn't be as crossed eyed if I stopped rolling my eyes. I feel like I would be approachable if I didn't have a resting bitch face 98% of my life. Please and thank you. Enjoy this second to last chapter 🤷🏾‍♀️💀...
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Blake

Trent 🙈🙃: look outside. I'm doing donuts .

I looked out the window and sure enough was his blue Honda Civic doing donuts in the parking lot. I hope he blows his tire out.

Today was the day I'm meet his mom, sister, and apparently my child according to Trent. He insisted that I would be Twinkie's mother since his "baby moms" walked out on him. I was high as fuck when he explained it to me.

Bby Girl🙃💜: fuck it im coming downstairs.

Trent🙈💜: no . I'm coming now.

I watched him park the car and walk out in his Footlocker uniform. His hair wasn't in his usual bun. After about five minutes, he walked into my room.

"Honey I'm home." He announces. He got on top of me and places sloppy ass kisses all over my face.

"Ok chill." I giggled. He laughed and kissed my lips. I stood up.

"Where are you going?"

I grabbed my towel. "The shower."

"Can I join you baby girl?" He stroked his beard and smirked at me. "I had a long day at work."

"Uh no." He followed me into the bathroom.

"Come on, save some water." He gave me that million dollar smile that I loved. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on before I change my mind." I took my shirt off.

"You're joking?" He chuckled.

"Dead ass, Ricci." I challenged. "No funny business." He took his shirt off.

"I don't know baby girl, you might not uphold your own rule by the way you're staring at my body." I rolled my eyes. I finished stripping and hopped in the shower. I turned the water on and let it hit my body.

I watched Trent pull his pants off. I snickered. "What the hell is so funny?" He asked. He got into the shower.

"Your birthmark on your ass looks like a hippo." I laughed.

"I named her Gloria." He laughed along with me.

"From Madagascar?" He nodded.

"You're lucky I'm allowing you to laugh because I would have been roasted your ass."

"You wasn't going to do shit." I challenged.

"I wasn't." He shrugged. He grabbed my shampoo and poured some into his hands. "Turn around." He said. I faced away from him.  I felt his gentle hands massage my scalp with the shampoo. I just simply closed my eyes and enjoyed him washing my hair. "I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Nope." I popped the P. He rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.

"You're hair is so soft." He said. I turned around and looked up at him. He definitely had  lust in his eyes. I was falling for the funny business.

He lifted my chin up and kissed my lips. His soft lips were on top of mine. Every time we kiss, it feels like the first time.

He grabbed my hips and bucked my body into his. I felt his dick twitch on my leg. I swear didn't even look at it yet. It feels big.