Sayvior
"You got me in a headlock, Sayvior"
I squeezed my thighs against his face. "I know what I'm doing, Ferg"
"But why though?" He stuck his tongue out and dragged it across the skin of my legs. "Don't you want it elsewhere?"
"No, dummy. We are at your mother's house, Darold."
"She'll understand. She know what you look like. I haaaad to hit it."
"Well my answers still no"
"And why?"
"Because you won't buy me the Plan B after you hurt my legs"
"Yes I would"
"No you won't, Darold. I know you won't."
He gave me a sly smile. "I wouldddd"
Liar.
"Goodnight, Darold"
His teeth sunk into my leg and he inhaled my skin.
I made a face as he worked on the hickey.
"Tell me when you're done" I mumbled.
He groaned and gave up.
"Come up here" I said, releasing my thighs
He climbed up and buried his face into my neck. "You'on understand how bad I want it"
I wrapped my legs around his waist and I could feel him poking.
"Stop teasing" He said blandly.
"Your words have no seasoning"
He sighed a sad sigh and readjusted.
I slapped his back. "Mooove it, Darold"
"You do it"
I slipped my hand down, and once I got ahold of his friend downstairs, he started to kiss on my neck.
I let it go almost instantly.
"Don't be scared of it." Ferg slapped my outer thighs before sitting up and grabbing my waist. "Y'all friends"
He dragged me down and started to grind his very hard dick into me.
I held it together externally even though my body was pumping some serious blood to my lower regions right now.
"Can I tell you one of the reasons why I love you?" He asked.
I shook my head no.
"You be giving me this look when you horny, and I bet you don't even know that you be giving it to me"
"Darold, our relationship is not ready for kids" I closed my eyes. "You're making me feel like the bad guy"
"You not" He reassured. "We both growing our careers."
"So you-"
"I'm not buying you no pill though. You got 72 hours. Good luck."
He moved my panties to the side and almost got to me.
I moved from beneath him and sat up on the bed. "You're not listening"
"Sayvior, I hear you"
"But you're not listening though"
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The next morning
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"Darold!"
"What?"
"That was a fifty dollar pill that you threw away, dummy!"
"Oh that's what that was?"
I sighed frustratedly. "I'm never letting you get to me again"
"Don't look for me to eat your pussy again either then. Why you spending so much money on a pill anyways? Just stop."
"A child is more expensive. Stop playing dumb."
He shrugged and leaned back on the bed.
I punched him in the leg and he got up and grabbed me before pulling me down with him and punching me in the butt even harder. "We even"
Fair enough.
"We need to talk" I said.
"Is this our first family meeting?" He grabbed my butt with both hands and rubbed it.
"No, I'm going to go get a pill after this"
"I took the both of our keys and hid them. We're stranded here" He informed.
"Why do you want a baby so bad, Fergie?" I put my hands on his face and rubbed on his beard.
Now I wished that he would cut the stubble because I enjoyed it a little too much.
"I wanna do that shit already." Ferg said. "I'm getting old man. I wanna settle down with you and the baby and shit."
"And shit?" I asked.
He punched me in the butt again. "Try a different response"
I bit my lip and debated for a few moments.
"We both have so much going on though. You're out the city, and then I'm out the city. Our careers are both growing and blossoming. I just hit my twenties, Ferg."
Let's not forget that I'm avoiding a preschooler.
What would I do with an infant? My infant?
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Like I don't know that"
"Darold, we are not working with each other"
"I quit"
"Quit what?"
"Rapping, boxing, p-"
"Shhh!" I put my hands over his mouth. "Darold, don't say that"
He removed my hands. "That's me working with you. You can think that I'm playing if you want to"
"What are you going to do then, Ferguson?"
"Imma settle down and then imma come out of retirement" He said.
I think I was too afraid to ask about the settling down part.
"Okay" I said quietly.
"Marry me"
I got up and turned away from him, biting my lip to try and contain the smile that grew on my face. "Are you being serious, or are you just talking?"
I was too nervous to look at him.
My heart started pounding, and I took slow, deep breaths to stay calm.
"I was, but I don't have a ring. My bad." Ferg said. "Scrap that"
"That's okay" I said quietly.
Ferguson slid from underneath me and went to the bathroom.
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
He could have done it without the jewelry.
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