Protector.

21.

Wynter.

It had been a few days since I've spoken to Kentrell. I refused to let him wheel me back in once again. At this moment I was walking about in the club just about to turn in my cut for the night. "Say," a voice said gaining my attention. I smile widely greeting Tez. We'd spoken on the phone several times after the altercation along with simple texting day to day.

"Hey Tez."

He stood up to engulf me in a hug and he smelled so masculine. "You checkin' out?" He wondered realizing I was walking towards the back with money in hand. "Yeah I'm about to get me something to eat," I spoke softly causing him to smirk, "you wanna eat?"

I laughed nervously because my choice of words.

He released a chuckle, "yea' a nigga wanna eat."

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"Ohhh fuck," I moaned gripping into Tez' dreaded hair. I had completely pulled it from it's ponytail state and now they were all over his head. He was scarfing down on my aching core while his tongue was thrusting in and out of me. My body was growing hotter with sweat all over. I was more than positive the windows were fogged up. My eyes were rested as my head was thrown back. One of my legs was on the headrest of one seat while the other was doing the same.

I was trying to close my legs and push his head as his tongue flicked my clit quickly with slight force.

"Shit baby," I managed while releasing on to his tongue. I let go a continuous hum feeling relieved. I patted his head gently indicating he had done a wonderful job. Tez then stopped and admired my shakey legs. "Your pussy taste so fuckin' good," he complimented. I closed my legs and allowed to climb to the backseat and sit beside me.

I opened the to go container and pulled out a piece of bacon, biting into it.

He laughed which instantly caused me to do so. "So what'chu doin' tomorrow?" He wondered glancing over at me from his bright phone screen. I snatched it from him and turned his brightness rather low, "nothing I don't think.. I'm still waiting on my daughter to come back so I've just been lounging if I'm not working."

"Hm," he hummed.

"Hm what?" I questioned looking at the side of his face returning his phone to him.

He shrugged slightly, "you don't wan' link?"

A smirk formed across my face, "link for what?" I asked. I wanted to know if sex was involved or not. He chuckled covering his mouth with his fist, "like a date type shit Wynter," he spoke in a duh type of tone as if I knew what he was talking about.

"Why you ain't just say  you wanna go on a date on vito?" I teased trying to mimic his voice.

He kissed his teeth, "on vito I don't sound like dat," he insisted looking at me with a straight face causing me to go into a fit of laughter. I nodded my head, "yes you do.. You from Chicago all them niggas sound like that," I admitted nodding my head agreeing with myself.

He removed the blunt from his pocket and lit it up. I watched as the flames danced swaying side to side until he removed his thumb. He inhaled deeply and exhaled through his nostrils. I sat up and threw my leg over his lap, sitting on him. I was completely bare head to toe while he still had on a red jogging suit with a white T-shirt underneath and little gold chains throughout his neck. I ran my thumb over his neck tattoos, I enjoyed tracing them. "That shit tickle b stop," he mumbled removing the blunt from his thick lips.

"Boy shut up," I yanked his head back and started placing kisses on to his inky neck.

He wrapped his free arm around me and rested his hand on my bare ass.

"I'm feelin' you on some slight shit," he announced with his voice becoming lower as I continued. "Is you?" I questioned with a soft tone, gripping onto his face pulling it towards mine so our lips could touch. The kiss was deep and had so much meaning to it. He tilted his head aside to get more of what he could. I pushed my tongue against his front teeth and seconds later he opened his mouth allowing our tongues to tango with each other.

"Mmm," I hummed into his mouth finding myself becoming aroused once again.

Our saliva's were beginning to mix and our lungs were begging for air. But I refused to break the kiss. It was far too intense. His hand greeted my ass cheek aggressively and I yelped into his mouth.

Suddenly I decided to pull away. I wiped around my mouth removing excess saliva then I did the same for him and after that I placed a single kiss onto his lips. He brought the blunt back to his mouth. I went back to admiring his many tattoos. In a way they reminded me of Kentrell but I quickly shook the thought of him out my mind. He wasn't worried about me so I shouldn't worry about him.

Kentrell.

I rolled tha blunt while lookin' at the comments as they flooded my screen. Most of them was from girls who liked tha way I looked and some of em was from associates. "Free Ddawg," BabyJoe interrupted throwing up signs infront of me causin' me to snicker a bit. He then sat back down on tha island.

I rolled my eyes once I saw Arabian commentin' looney shit.

"Let me tell y'all somethin' I don't fuck wit none of y'all. I don't fuck wit nobody," I admitted, "so these bitches sayin' that they fuck wit me really don't."

"Them hoes looney," BabyJoe added with a laugh.

Anastasia then entered the kitchen and stood in front of me. "For Kay Tray," she shouted. I laughed and watched as she leaned closer, "who on here?" She wondered glancin'. To be honest she was real cool and the more she was around us the more she acted like us.

"Say," I called out to her, "you ain't heard from Wynnie?"

She looked to me, "she texted me she was working tonight but then she said she was going to eat with some dude."

"What dude?" I wondered keepin' an unreadable expression.

"Tez something like that," she then turned back and went back to the phone screen. "Hey Saraya," she greeted to the followers. I shook my head, I ain't expect Wynnie to move on so damn fast. Any other time she'd take her time healin' from shit that I did but nah her ass wasn't wastin' anytime.

"Hey Wynter!" Stasia greeted catchin' my attention.

I licked over the brown leaf rollin a bit more. "Girl we at Kentrell house not on shit," she replied to Wynter's comments, "come over here."

I read that she put no I don't wanna be around him.

I kissed my teeth, "bitches do anythang to make a nigga look like tha bad guy. Bitch if anythang I kept it real wit'chu I don't give a fuck if you'on wanna be 'round me that's a bet. But keep my mother fuckin' name out'cho mouth. Off yo keyboard and don't even write my name wit a fuckin' pencil. Ya hurd me?" I stated while looking directly at the camera just awaitin' her reaction.

Boy fuck you.

"Irrelevant ass bitches," I replied bringin' the blunt into my mouth and lightin' it up.

Okay Wynnie & Tez got something going 😍 Why Kentrell so mad? Why is this nigga always mad? Anyways.. vote. Comment. Share.