When he backs up more into the room, I stretch my arms up until my palms are flat on the ceiling.
That’s when he decides to stiffen his tongue and start swirling in my hole, bringing me close at the speed of light.
And he must know it, too, because my hands leave the ceiling as he lowers me down his body. My right leg hooks around his left arm while my left toes barely touch the ground.
I ain’t flexible enough for this!
Lust, determination, and something close to adoration mix as his fingers prod my entrance.
“You taste just like I knew you would, and I’ll never get tired of watching you as I make you come.” He crashes his lips to mine, letting me taste my essence as two of his thick fingers enter me to the last knuckle.
When his thumb circles my clit with the right amount of pressure, I come on a moan. He doesn't swallow it though, no.This nigga ends the kiss and leans back, staring at me with hooded eyes as he finger fucks me through my release.
Just like those damn massages. But this is more. So much more.
When I come down, he kisses me one more time, tongues dancing before he pulls back all the way, taking his fingers with him.
One by one he licks his fingers clean, eyes never leaving mine.
And for once, I’m speechless.
This nigga still lives at Nut and Dal’s, just like me and Sadé. How are we supposed to go on living like he ain’t eat my pussy and take a piece of my soul? Because even if I’m confused, my pussy isn’t; she’s planning a fight with that one eyed monster thick and hard down his pant leg right neow.
“You know who I am now, Mace?” this fool has the nerve to ask.
Yeah. The devil.
He smirks, and waltzes out the room, taking my good sense with him.
It takes me fifteen full minutes to gather myself enough to go to the restroom and clean myself up. When I finally make it back to the section, it’s mostly cleared out, including Shad.
YC has another order of wings and stands when he sees me. “C’mon, Ima take you home.”
“Okay. Where did Shaddy go?”
YC licks his lips. “That nigga left with that hard booty bitch.”
A laugh escapes me before I can think.
Because this nigga think he doing something, leaving with a whole other bitch like his breath don’t smell like my pussy.
Like I’m supposed to cry about it? Or worse, chase him?
He don’t know who the fuck Macy Desirae Davenport is.
But he’s finna find out fast.
Shad
Sahara’sdrunkashellby the time we make it to the hotel room. This shit working out perfectly. I didn’t know how I was finna get out of fucking her, but if the hard snores in my ear on the way up to the suite are any indication, that sedative I mixed in with that champagne worked like a charm.
I was scared on the dosage, in case I had to drink some, too, but then Mace let her “godbrother” lay on her and eat her wings like I won’t kill all three of us.
Damn. I’ve fallen like my brothers for sure.
And I can’t even be stuck on her because the job’s not finished.
When I get us into the suite I dump that bitch onto the bed and take her purse with me into the bathroom.
