Page 22 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“All right, now where were we?” I stood to my full height in front of her. Seeing she had froze, I swiveled my hips and slapped her cheek with my hardened dick. “What you waiting on, baby?”

Licking her lips, she stared for a moment before licking along my shaft before wrapping her hands around it once more. Slowly, she began to stroke me, and I won’t lie, the shit was feeling great. I stood there and stared at her doing her thing because I didn’t want to be vocal and give her false hope of seeing me again after tonight. As soon as I moan, she’ll be asking me if we are going to be in a relationship.

Baby, I’m here to bust a nut, and that’s it.

“Your dick is so big and pretty…” she moaned as she licked the head. I don’t know why she was doing all this because I knew that latex didn’t taste good. “I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”

Before I could respond, she suctioned my entire dick into her mouth, and I was instantly pissed. I tried to give her a minute to get used to my length and size so she could do her thing, but the more she bobbed her head, the more aggravated I became.

“Use less teeth, love.” I tried my best to coach her as she looked at me wide-eyed. “Relax your jaws a little…”

I don’t know if it was her first time sucking dick or not, but this girl was about to shred the fuck out of me. Hurting her feelings crossed my mind, but there was no need for that. Instead, I slowly pulled her off of me and helped her stand.

“Did I not do good?” she asked in confusion. “I did what you said.”

“Bend over, baby.” I nodded toward the bed instead of answering. This girl was too fine for her head to be straight trash. “I’m trying to see what this pussy is hitting for.”

Smirking, she bent over and put a perfect arch in her back. Positioning myself, I said a quick prayer in hopes that this hole was better than the last. I grabbed hold of her waist with one hand as I slapped the head of my dick against her sopping wet hole. If nothing else, baby girl was soaked like a motherfucker.

“Oh, shit…” She hissed as she gripped the sheets. “You’re so fuckin’ big, Dre!”

“Mhm,” was all I said as I slid into her. Her mouth might be trash, but her pussy is decent. Giving her time to adjust to my length and girth, I slowly moved in and out of her. Looking down at where we were joined, I smirked at her pussy, already wetting my dick up.

“Fuck me harder, Dre…” she groaned as she began to bounce her ass faster. “I feel you all in my chest, baby!”

Tucking my bottom lip, I dug my fingers into her skin and began pounding into her. Stroke after stroke, I fucked the shit out of this girl. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and I knew she was coming for the second time since I entered her. Over her moans, I could have sworn I heard a noise outside the hotel room. Never slowing my stroke, I peered over my shoulder and saw the shadow of someone’s feet on the other side of the door.

“Oh shit, Dre! Right there!” she cried as she twerked her ass faster. “Don’t stop, baby! Right there!”

Right as she was at the peak of her release, the door of the room was kicked in. Swiftly, I reached to the side of her, retrieved my Glock from the bed, and sent a headshot to the masked man as soon as he stepped foot in the room. Hearing Tammy’s scream, I snatched up my boxers and headed to the door. Before I could cross the threshold, another masked man walked into the room. This one had his hands raised, with Skip holding a Barretta to the back of his head.

“Something told me you would need my help,” Skip spoke menacingly as he pushed the dude into the room and closed the door behind him. Looking around the room, his eyes landed on Tammy’s naked body before they dragged over to the dead body on the floor. “Interesting…”

While he made his assessment of the room, my eyes stayed trained on Tammy as I began to get dressed. Needless to say, the vibe has been ruined. I watched her as she pulled her knees to her chest in the middle of the bed and rocked while she cried.

“Now, Tams… you don’t mind if I call you Tams, do you?” I asked as I pulled my Amiri sweatshirt back over my head. “I’m not a man that believes in coincidences. So, spare me the bullshit because, not only did you ruin my nut, but you may have caused me a case of blue balls. Now, tell me…” I straightened my shirt and adjusted my jeans as I wiped away any wrinkles. “Why in the fuck did you think it was okay to try and set up a nigga like me?”

Still in shock, snot dripped from her chin as she gazed down at the dead body and cried. Growing impatient, I tapped her forehead with the butt of my gun, and she snapped her wide, scared eyes at me.

“I asked you a question, Tams.”

“P-Please!” She moved closer to me and cried, “D-Don’t hurt me!”

“Who is this nigga?” I ignored her as I walked over to the body and removed the first gunman’s mask. Frowning, I was pissed because the guy was actually a damn stud. Walking over to where Skip was holding his gun to the other guy, I removed his mask and chuckled.

“Do you know how pissed I would have been if I had been set up by three bitches?” I shook my head and peered over my shoulder at Tammy as she tried to get off the bed. “Aht aht!” I raised my gun and aimed it at her. “Sit right the fuck there and tell me what the fuck youthoughtwas going down tonight.”

When I met her in the club, I knew I was taking a chance by leaving with her. This may not be my city, but a nigga ain’t never been green. Tammy was too eager to get me alone from the time she met me until the time we pulled up in the hotel parking lot. She didn’t care about this hotel not being fancy. She was more worried about this not being a secluded area.

“W-We thought you would be an easy lick,” she whimpered as she looked at me with pleading eyes. “We weren’t going to hurt you. We just wanted some money.”

“What kind of shady hoes y’all got in this city?” I chuckled as I turned to Skip. “Is this the motto of the Grove? I might need to reconsider business here.”

He smirked as he shot a text on his phone. “Man, chill out. I don’t want to hear Uno’s mouth about you wanting to pull out. He’s already going to be pissed about three bodies dropping.”

“Three?” the other guy shouted as he stepped toward Tammy. “I told you we were bound to get fucked up running game on the wrong nigga! I told you when I saw him come in with Skip to leave this nigga alone.”

Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.

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