Page 34 of The Smoke Hour

My promise went far beyond tonight.

I rubbed my thumb over her clitoris, noticing that she had already sprung a leak. I plunged two fingers inside of her and slid them in and out. I enjoyed her little whimper of pleasure.

Ludacris and Chris were on repeat, and I thought about the lyrics. Fuck wet the bed; she was wetting my damn card table. I knew that Kaifiya wasn’t ready for me, but her little fiery ass needed to be put into place. So, I’d let her think I was fucking her ass tonight, but I was biding my time.

I sat in my club chair, pulled her to the edge of the card table, and propped her feet onto the table. I licked her pussy and plunged my tongue inside. She rocked her fat ass from side to side as she screamed, “Smoke!” repeatedly. My fingers and tongue were all over her. From pinching her nipples to plunging a finger into her asshole and sucking her clit and pussy lips, I knew I drove her crazy.

I bit along the inside of her thighs and then sucked her pussy until she gushed on my tongue. Even after she finished, I kept licking until she was thrashing wildly. I ate that pussy so good until she came twice, and she stared sightlessly at the ceiling.

I leaned over her and demanded, “You need to break that shit off with that nigga the next time you see him. I’m not playing, sweets. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”

She whimpered.

“You hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Are we clear on that?”

“Crystal.”

“When do you see him again?”

“Saturday evening for dinner after he returns.”

“Break that shit off, ma.”

“Okay,” she replied with a sigh as she reached for me.

I lifted her onto my lap, and she pressed her face into the side of my neck. I kissed her neck and shoulders, ran my hands up and down her back, and squeezed all over her body until she fell asleep like a baby.

In time, she would be mine. I needed a queen by my side to run this empire. I just needed to make sure that she had enough fire to stand beside me.

Fiya

Saturday Night

“How was your trip?” I asked as I toyed with the steak.

“I accomplished all of my goals, so I’m satisfied,” Terry said before he forked a bite of steak into his mouth.

“What were those?”

“Hmm?” his bushy eyebrows lifted as he stared at me.

“Your goals. What were they?”

Shrugging, he turned his lips down and answered dismissively. “Oh, you know. Just the usual. Negotiations, contracts, and cuts.”

“I’m not sure I understand exactly what it is that you do aside from investments in small businesses and consulting for local businesses.”

“I’m a financial consultant for several Fortune 500 companies. I serve as a broker, making business deals and negotiations for these firms. I handle the valuations and deal structuring, where I basically structure the terms and conditionsof the financial framework so that they can achieve their objectives.”

“Do you enjoy what you do?”

“It pays a nice salary.”

“That’s not what I asked you, Terry.”

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