Page 19 of The Smoke Hour

She twisted her lips and stared at mine. “Fine. Game on.”

We played intensely in the next round, and though it was close, I won.

“Take that bra off and let me see those beautiful nipples. If I recall correctly, they were the color of toffee.”

“Damn. You were staring at my shit that hard?”

“You wanted me to, and every other nigga in that room. Otherwise, why would you have taken your clothes off in a room full of strange men?” I asked.

Smoke

Kaifiya lifted an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Instead, she stood again and rocked her hips side to side to Missy Elliott’s “Work It” as she slowly removed her bra.

“Come on and get your little kiss,” she stated when she’d finished.

“Which kiss?”

“The only kiss we discussed. Don’t get your little weenie too happy.”

“Damn, like that?”

“Well, you’re the one who felt the need to negotiate a kiss into the game, and now you’re trying to suck my nipples.”

“I ain’t that damn thirsty that I’m chomping at the bit to put my lips on yours. And your nipples are pointing at me. They’re begging to be sucked.”

She looked at her nipples and then rolled her eyes. “If you weren’t chomping at the bit to put your lips on mine, why did you suggest it?”

“You know why. I want to hear you moaning and shit again underneath me.”

“I wasn’t moaning, and I wasn’t underneath you.”

“You were moaning, and this time…” I stared at her until she squirmed uncomfortably under my stare, “you will be underneath me.”

Kaifiya’s chest rose and fell rapidly until she broke our stare and fixated her eyes on the dominoes instead. We played a little while longer, and in the end, I won four games to her three.

“Drop the last item,” I stated as I twirled my finger in the air.

“Is that necessary?”

“It was in the terms of the original rules.”

Kaifiya sighed. Usher and Ella Mai’s “Don’t Waste My Time” was playing, and she rolled her eyes as she slowly stood. The way that thong hugged her hips like it was afraid to let go had me wanting to hold her hips while I drove inside of her.

Kaifiya turned around, grabbed the back of the chair, and then thrust her ass out. She popped that shit and made her pussy clap. She almost had a nigga on his knees with that shit. Instead, I played it cool.

“I ain’t ask for a show. Just asked you to drop them draws.”

“And yet, I feel like a production. So sit your ass back in that chair, quit complaining, and enjoy the show. ’Cause your dick damn sho is.”

I fidgeted in my chair because my shit had bricked the fuck up.

“Just get naked, Fiya.”

She smirked and sucked her teeth and then turned her back to me again. With one finger in the waistband of her panties, she rocked side to side and slid her free hand between her thighs as if she were stroking herself.

Shorty had me fucked up. Fiancé or no fiancé, she wasn’t gonna keep teasing me and leaving me hard as fuck.

Kaifiya slid her hands free from her panties and tugged at her waistband again. When she turned around, she lowered them just enough to give me a quick peek before she pulled them upagain. The next thing I knew, she dropped to her knees with her back to me and pumped hard as fuck. That little thong kept disappearing and reappearing.

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