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Thinking about her was a bad idea. Just the thought of my dick sliding past Jessica’s wide pretty lips has the base of my nuts tightening, but I pull out and see her play with her pussy on the floor. I ignore her as I close my eyes, and with my dick nice and wet, I think about my baby, trembling with excitement at the fact that I’ll be next to her soon.

It’s too much. I’m used to lasting a long mother fucking time, but baby has me cumming hard as fuck with just the thought of her.

“FUCKKKKK!” I groan, popping the top off the coffee, spilling so much nut inside it nearly makes the contents spill over.

When I see the professor reach for it and try to drink it, I snatch my shit up fast and dump it.

“Frank! Why did you throw it away?! It’s such a waste!” she whines, but I shrug.

“Who gives a fuck? It’s not yours in the first place. Only my baby gets to swallow what comes out of me from now on,” I tell her and her eyes grow irate.

“What does that mean?! Are you saying you’re not going to let us have it anymore?” she reels back, distraught.

“Yeah, this was an emergency, but I’m cutting it off here. I don’t need anyone but Jessica,” I let her know, pulling out a wipe from my clutch to wipe my nuts and my dick off, sighing that Jessica wasn’t here to have this moment with me.I miss h?—

“Jessica? The one who plays football here?” she curls her lip and I pause, staring at her.

“Yeah… and?”

“What does that bi—” I pull the gun strapped to my leg out and shove the barrel of it between her lips and down her throat, cocking it and tilting my head to the side

“Should I make you swallow this for trying me?” I raise a brow, but when fear is replaced with a moan and she shudders and cums, I snort.I should have known. I push her back and she barely catches herself, panting, embarrassed and crying.

“F-Frank! How could you treat me like this?! It’s Black history month!”

“I don’t give a fuck that it’s Black history month or woman’s history month. Whoever talks shit about mine won’t be breathing the next morning.”

“You’ve never done this before,” she cries. “I’m so brokenhearted you would drop us. We love you,” she whines and I throw my head back in laughter.

“Love?” I cock my head to the side because she’s out of her fucking mind.

“Yes, I love you.” She tries to reach for me, but I step out of her way before she can touch me.This why I’m closing out my roster. I can’t be having shit like this popping up in front of Jessica.

“Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit.” I toss the wipe and leave her to gather herself. If it weren’t for the fact I could traumatize my baby, I would have offed her, but it’s not worth it.Damn, she really is making me act out of character.People are still alive because of her…she’s an angel!As I make my way through the halls, someone bumps into me and spits at my foot, but I quickly step back, dodging it.

“Watch it, you fucking faggot freak!” he spits, and I snort out a laugh, shoving out of the building.Let’s see you say that when your mother and sister are gagging on my dick later.

Guess I’ll do one more job…what my baby don’t know won’t hurt her.

After finding a nice oak tree not too far from the building, I call to have my car brought over while I sit back, pulling a blanket from my bag since I knew I would stake out all of Jessica’s classes today. Once I take a seat, I ignore all the hateful eyes of the guys and chuckle, knowing I’ve at some point fucked someone close to them as I pull out the diary that I started this morning while watching her after I left, smiling, thinking about my baby.

Day in the life with my Baby

5:23 am- Jessica wakes up AFTER PRESSING SNOOZE FOUR TIMES and yawns and scratches her head... she’s so cute

5:29 am- Jessica listens to her favorite song... Note to self: Download and listen to the lyrics and make sure I can sing along too...

5:45 AM- Jessica just showered... I want to eat her ass...I bet it tastes good... Teehee ;-)

5:47 am- Jessica ate two STORE BOUGHT BREAKFAST BURGERS... she’s adorable but that’s not healthy for her... Plan to prep her meals (next time she eats meat this early in the morning it’ll be me... Please God let it be me!!!!)

5:54 Am- my baby is heading to class. I’ll buy her coffee…

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Sighing, I sit under the shaded oak tree, reading over my precious diary entry from this morning while constantly checking the time, groaning.Jessica has about forty-five more minutes of class left. More than likely, she won’t finish and leave earlier, but still…I’m miserable.I should have just told her to skip with me…but the thought of my baby feeling guilty because she missed class. Nope, I’ll take being miserable just to make her feel better.

But what am I supposed to do during the time that I can’t be with her?Should I have just had a camera installed in her classes?

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