Codeine || Interracial JB

Chapter 12 \\ Marathon

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"What do you think you're doing?"
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Justin's POV

"Goddamn, Victoria. You're gonna kill me with that," I hissed as I gripped her hips tightly.

"Oh, shut up," she laughed like it was no big deal.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm serious."

"Stay still then," her left hand rested on my shoulder as she had my razor in the other, gliding it in a downward stroke along my cheek.

"You're not being gentle. I have sensitive skin," I groaned. "I don't need to show up to work with scratches all over my face and have everyone thinking that I got in a fight with a goddamn cat."

"Well," she shrugged her shoulders.

"Well what?" I widened my eyes just as she did another stroke, feeling it a go down a little gentler.

"You try to fight this," her eyes glanced down to her lower half and I assumed that she was talking about the area between her legs.

"Dirty mind," I chuckled lightly after she had lifted the razor. I know if I would've laughed when she didn't, there would be blood to clean up.

"Only dirty with you, papi."

"Papi," I repeated. "I like that."

She tilted her head and pressed her lips to mine, "Papi chulo," she whispered.

I furrowed my eyebrows as she brought the razor back to my face again, "Doesn't that mean pimp daddy?"

"So you do know spanish," she smirked. "It does."

"I'm not a pimp," I mumbled since the razor was nearing my mouth.

"But you're a daddy with lots of money," she joked.

"Daddy? Is that another nickname cause I know for damn sure that I don't have kids."

She rolled her eyes, "You're annoying." I would have thought that she was actually annoyed with me until a giggle left her lips. "Daddy is like papi. I'm just gonna call you Justin."

"No," I pouted. "I like the nicknames. They're uh-cute."

"Cute?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "You're way too sexy for cute nicknames and daddy is pretty sexy...or maybe I just have a kink."

"Say it again," I smirked. It was so amusing hearing her speak.

"Daddy," she purred before finishing up with the shaving. I don't know why I let her do it, but I couldn't complain since she didn't actually do a bad job from what I could feel.

"Okay, okay. You just might need to only call me that when we're alone," I stared at her matte lipstick covered lips.

"Aw, why?" she pushed out her bottom lip as her hand reached past me, the water sounding seconds later.

"It does things to me, especially when you say it in that tone like you just did. I don't need to get hard in public," I shook my head as I thought about it. I hadn't had a slip up like that since I was in high school, but I sure as hell knew that it would happen if Victoria dared to try anything while we were in public. The woman had me whenever and wherever she wanted me.

"Okay, then I'll call you papi when we're around other people," she smiled widely as I kept my eyes on her while she worked around me to clean up. "Here," she handed me a wet face cloth.

I grabbed it from her and wiped my face to get the excess shaving cream off, "What can I call you?"

"Whatever you want," she grabbed the cloth from me and replaced it with a dry face towel.