Page 52 of The Smoke Hour

“Cool. I need you to get in touch with Truck. Set up a meeting with him. Tell him his ass needs to be at my place tonight at ten. I need a new second-in-command.”

“You want me to tell him that?” Sam asked.

“Hell nah. Just tell him to have his ass at my place at ten, not a minute later.”

“Gotcha, Bossman.”

“Good. Let’s dip.”

Sam drove me back to my house in record time so that I could shower and make it to Kaifiya’s house for dinner. Noel was out of town, and she wanted me to come there and spend some time with her.

Unfortunately, I would have to tell her that I had a change of plans. I could stay for dinner, but not much else. I would have to dip out on her tonight, and the thought of that pissed me off. I’d much rather be fucking up some good pussy than talking to a nigga about business and preparing him for what needed to happen. We’d been grooming Truck for a while. The transition would be easy, but still, I didn’t want to spend tonight having that conversation. And if I didn’t, I would have other problems on my hands.

Too much time couldn’t pass by without replacing Duck. The minute people realized he was missing, they might try some shit,and I couldn’t have that. Nobody needed to question my empire. That shit needed to remain ironclad.

I already had the old heads questioning my role in the illegal arms trade industry. Many thought I was too young to have such a grip on shit the way that I did, but it hadn’t come easy. I’d worked my ass off and sacrificed much to get shit the way I wanted it to be.

“Hey, baby.” Kaifiya greeted me when I stepped inside her condo.

“Hey, beautiful. Damn, you’re looking fine tonight.” I muttered against her lips as I gripped her ass cheeks while kissing her.

“Come on, let’s eat,” she stated and pulled away from me as she led the way to the dining area. I watched her ass cheeks every step of the way.

They bounced happily for me, and I smacked them. I turned her around and instructed, “Make ’em bounce for me, baby.”

She did that, and I couldn’t help but grip my dick. She was finer than a muthafucka, and I loved being inside of her. I kneeled behind her and pushed her against the dining table.

“What are you doing, Smoke?” she asked and laughed.

“You called me over to eat, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m about to eat,” I replied and spread her legs wide.

“Baby, you came to eat my meal.”

“That’s what I’m doing. I’m eating your meal,” I told her that and then took my first swipe of her pussy.

Kaifiya didn’t argue. She lay her fine ass over the table with her arms spread wide across the table. Her legs were parted, and I knelt between them, eating that pussy like that was the meal she prepared in the kitchen. Her aroma was more tantalizing than that of the Tuscan chicken she prepared for us.

She rocked her hips sideways as she moaned her pleasure.

“Smoke, I love it whenever you touch me.”

I spoke with my tongue stuck out and swiped along her creases. “How about this?”

I poked a finger in her ass.

“Especially that.”

“You ready for me to fuck it?”

“Yes, baby, yes,” she confirmed with a moan.

Her little ass knew she was lying. She always said that in the heat of the moment, but the minute that I pressed my dick back there, she squeezed it tighter than Fort Knox.

When I finished devouring her pussy, I got up and sat down at the table. I didn’t clean shit. I dug right into the meal she prepared for me.

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