Page 47 of The Smoke Hour

I stepped out of my clothes once I was inside his bathroom and turned on the water before I punched the buttons to turn it to my settings. I had taken a shower in here before, and though I preferred to stay in the other master suite when I was here, he always insisted that I come to his room to sleep and shower. The shower held up to four different settings, and he had programmed my preferences into one of them.

As the water poured over me, I thought back over the last three months. I had spent a lot of time with Smoke, and though we were taking things slow, I felt myself falling for him. It was too hard to be careful and protect my heart.

I had just finished drying off and had stepped into his bedroom when he walked in.

“Finished with your phone calls?” I asked as he slowly walked in my direction.

Smoke bit his bottom lip and nodded. His eyes were low, his nostrils were flared, and from every indication of the tent in his pants, his dick was hard.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“’Cause your little ass talked big shit on the car ride home. And when you play with fire, you will get burned.”

“Ohh,” I replied as he swept me off my feet and carried me to his bed. “I think I like the sound of that, Smoke.”

His fingertips gripped the edge of my towel and tugged.

“Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

Smoke

Ihad a couple of phone calls to make before I returned to check on Kaifiya. When I spotted her stepping out of the shower with water droplets still clinging to her smooth skin, I knew there was no way that I could keep our shit platonic a minute longer. I’d been trying to be this good nigga and shit for the last three months.

I knew that she was vulnerable over that bitch ass nigga, so I had to show her patience. I wasn’t usually that Cap‘n’ type of nigga. I only fucked with bitches who wanted to be fucked with and knew what time it was.

My dick was hard, and according to everyone at The Smoke Hour, I’d been a grumpy son of a bitch for a minute. All the men and MJ, my office manager, begged me to get some pussy because, in their minds, that was the only thing that could be wrong with me.

They were right, but I was about to remedy that shit.

My thumb rubbed slow circles on her clitoris as I blew my breath over her pussy lips. That shit drove Kaifiya’s ass wild. Her nipples puckered and hardened, and her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth.

She’d taken those long-ass nails that she wore and ripped my sheets straight off the edge of the bed.

“Damn, I ain’t even touched your little ass yet.”

“Quit teasing me, Smoke,” she whimpered.

I dragged a finger between her folds and watched more of her juice rise to the surface. I laughed.

“Look at ya li’l horny ass.”

She pushed her hips down until my finger disappeared inside of her.

“Please, quit teasing me, Smoke. I’m so damn horny.”

I pulled my finger out and then slid it back in again. Kaifiya pinched her nipples.

“I… mmm… I’ve been playing with myself and saving me for you.”

“What have you been playing with, pretty mama?”

“Myself.”

“What part of yourself?” I asked.

“My va-jay-jay.”

“Nah. Call that shit what it is. Let me hear you say it.”

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