Twenty-Three

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2 days until the party..
Sugar

"Damn, I don't know what look better you or that fucking pizza

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"Damn, I don't know what look better you or that fucking pizza. You might as well let me eat both." Amir smirked leaning forward in the chair that sat in the corner of our hotel room.

I mugged him as I bit down into the crust cause he knew I hated for people to watch me eat my food."'Mmcht, can I eat in peace? Damn. Then maybe just maybe I'll bless you."

Amir had some bomb ass dick don't get me wrong. And he was curved so he hit places I didn't even know could be reached. He always left me weak as hell when we finished. Although I couldn't deny the fact Anthony just had a mouth piece handcrafted from God himself. I felt so wrong to think about it but in order for me to orgasam I had to picture it was Ant down there when I received oral.

"Maybe? Mmcht, quit playing yo. You know you won't ever tell me no. You know better. I'm daddy and don't you forget that shit." He spoke sternly running his tongue across his lips seductively.

I continued to eat the rest of my pizza as I dipped it into the cup of ranch I had. Amir was very playful but he came off a bit controlling as well. I knew he meant what he'd said and tried to cover it up jokingly. It was the only real issue we had when we dated previously. Our age difference is what made him feel he had some kind of power over me. He was the reason I had first cut Kyra off back in high school. There wasn't much a of a choice in that decision and I rather have made him happy then to start something I couldn't finish. Happy spouse, happy house is what they say I guess. I respected him though because he was here for me after all this time when he didn't have to.

After out fight and making up Amir had told me he had some business to handle outside of town so
, now here we were in Detroit. He had convinced me to come along claiming he couldn't allow me to stay home alone since it wasn't "safe" and he didn't want me to think he was on some fishy shit. I respected that enough so I packed up my things and tagged along. Detroit was a bit different from New York but I was enjoying myself so far. Amir made the drive here himself and booked us a nice hotel room to stay in. He said he only planned to be here a day or two depending on how things had went with his drop. I was glad he decided to bring me with him since we still hadn't had a chance to have our discussion.

Finishing up my food I dabbed at my mouth with my napkin and got up off the couch to sit on top of Amir's lap. "I'm ready to get high and really enjoy ourselves. What you think babe?" I smirked. It was my basically my favorite time we spent together. Just getting high as hell and pretending nothing else existed.. even just for a brief moment. Amir seemed like he enjoyed getting me high just as much as I enjoyed doing it. Probably because how freaky he say I'd be.

"Nah ma, that's definitely in the plan but just not right now." He dismissed me. "Not when it's time to handle business."

I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest poking my lip out like a little girl who got told "no" while shopping. "Amirrrr. Well can we at least..uh..talk?" I asked nervously.

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