Page 20 of The Smoke Hour

Just when I was about to drop to my knees and snatch it off, she flipped onto her back, removed the thong, and tossed it my way. I caught it midair and took a sniff, and my dick jumped in my boxers.

I glanced at her again, and she crisscrossed her legs back and forth, giving me quick peeps at her pussy.

“If you want a nigga to get in that shit, then that’s all you had to say,” I remarked in a grumble as I stood.

But Kaifiya was quicker than I was, and she jumped to her feet and slowly walked toward me. She pushed me in the middle of my chest and back into my seat.

“You forgot all about the shoes, sir. Take these off.”

“What are you wearing home?”

“You tell me. I caught an Uber, so… I figured I’d cop a ride from you.”

I leaned down, lifted one of her sandal-clad feet into my hands, and placed it on my thigh. I untied the string at the back of her calf before I slowly unwrapped the string from around her legs and ankles. I removed one shoe and pulled her foot toward me.

I massaged her instep before I rubbed her arch and all along the sole of her foot. Despite the fact she was standing, I pulled her big toe into my mouth and sucked it.

“Oh shit, Smoke.” She moaned.

I worked the rest of her toes similarly, licking and sucking before rubbing it and moving on to the next one. When I finished with her second foot, her thighs were slick with cum.

“Look at your little nasty ass. Now go home and tell pops to step up his A-game.”

“Whhoo?” Kaifiya asked and blinked rapidly at me.

“Quit sounding like an owl. That nigga you ’bout to marry.”

“How do you know he’s not bringing his A-game?”

“’Cause if he were, you wouldn’t be in these streets stripping for other niggas. You wouldn’t be in here cumming just from having your toes sucked. If you were my woman, you wouldn’t be doing that shit.”

The lust-filled look slipped from her eyelids, and the desire flew from her eyes as she bent to snatch up her articles of clothing.

“Well, unfortunately, I’ve sold myself to the highest bidder. Are you going to give me a ride home or not?” she asked.

“Not before I get the other thing that you owe me.”

“What’s that?”

I stepped close to her, gripped the back of her neck, and tilted her head back. I nibbled along the column of her neck before I lowered my head and sucked her nipples into my mouth. Her hands flew to my shoulders, and her fingers dug into the flesh.

“Ooooh, shit, Smoke.” She purred as I sucked and bit her nipples until they were distended.

I rubbed them until she sighed with relief. I nibbled back up the column of her neck again until I reached her lips. Wrapping my fingers in her long hair, I jerked her head forward until our lips met. We stared at each other for several seconds until she closed her eyes.

I bit her bottom lip. “Open your eyes and watch me.”

She did as I said, and I licked her lips and pressed mine into them with small pecks until I crushed and devoured her lips.

“Smoke,” she whispered before she opened her mouth and allowed me inside. The kiss was heated and passionate, seductive and promising. It led me to believe that I could have more from her, even if she were promised to another nigga.

The way she worked her tongue had a nigga wondering what her lips wrapped around my dick would feel like.

I pulled back from her and gazed into her eyes. Her chest heaved as she attempted to regulate her breathing.

“Get dressed.”

I put the dominoes away, wiped the table down, and set our glasses in the sink for the cleaning staff to take care of when they came around. Although I had staff to clean my office and game room, I took no one for granted. I did little shit that I could do to make their jobs easier.

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