Page 14 of This is Law

“Hey. I know your probably about to leave out and have lunch, but you have a guest in the lobby. It’s Ms. Ellington,” my assistant Tionna let me know.

Hearing the name of who was here to see me, I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Her name was Gina. Me, and Gina used to fuck around a little minute ago. Shit, in that last year of marriage with Yaya, and she’d given me that green light to go out, and fuck whoever I wanted to, and I took her up on that option, Gina was one of the women that I was fuckin. Gina was cool. She was a classy woman, she knew how to talk shit, she made her own money, and she was fine as fuck, which was right up my alley. I had to stop fuckin with her because it had gotten to the point where every time I would come around her, she was on my case, asking me when me, and Yaya were going to divorce, so I just stopped dealing with her. It’s been a little minute since I’ve been in her presence, which is why I was shocked that she was here. Her ass was bold though and had always been the type to go after what she wanted, so I couldn’t say that I was that shocked that she was here.

“Just tell her to stay out here, and I’ll meet her. I’m about to walk out of the office now,” I let Tionna know, and she responded back, letting me know that she would relay the message.

From there, I hung up the office phone, and I grabbed my work phone, along with my personal phone, and my wallet. Once I had those things, I walked over to the door, opened it, and when it closed, it locked automatically. Walking through the hallway at the firm, I passed by some of my attorneys, that I quickly spoke to, letting them know that I was heading out of the office, going out for lunch, and that I would be back.

I eventually made it down to the lobby area, and I went over to Tionna, letting her know that I would be back. Tionna had been my assistant for the past five years that I’ve been running my firm, and I would give her subtle, playful threats, telling her that her ass could never leave this company because she did too much of a good job, helping to keep this business running. She was professional as hell, sharp in every aspect that I needed her to be, and efficient in everything that she did. I loved the way she kept shit in order around here, and how loyal she was to this business. She was cool with Yaya because of the years that she’s been working for me. I’m talking the kind of cool where she would send Yaya a message right now and tell her that I was getting ready to leave and go to lunch with another bitch. She wouldn’t do it though. I knew she wouldn’t because then I was going to have to get on her about it.

I let Tionna know that I would be back, and she assured me that that was fine. I made my way over to the lobby, and Gina had to have already saw me when I walked out because she was standing there in a beautiful beige color dress that looked as if it was painted onto her thick frame, and she was looking up at me. Gina was a bad bitch, which came as no surprise because bad bitches were the only kind of women that I liked. She wasn’t thattall. She was a good 5’4. Waist was tiny, and when we started walking, I was going to allow her to walk in front of me, so that I could look at that ass from the back. The ass on her was sick! It needed its own area code, I swear. She had thick legs, and thighs, that proved the time that she was putting in the gym. Natural, long jet-black hair, but today, she had it slicked back into a low bun. Her make-up was done, but it wasn’t a heavy beat. The gold heels she wore had her standing up just a little taller. There was a nice, cheetah printHermes Kellypurse in her hands too. I fucked with her style.

“Damn. To what do I owe this pleasure?” I casually asked, while walking up on her, and standing right in front of her. Because of our height difference, when I talked to her, I had to look down at her. A beautiful smile appeared on her face, showing off her white, straight teeth, and perfect pink gums.

“I’ve been busy, so I just paid attention to the blogs from a couple of weeks ago, and I saw that your now a single man. I heard the divorce has finally cleared. I was going to head out to lunch by myself, but I figured that I would pull up on you and celebrate. What you have a taste for?” she boldly asked me, getting right to the point.

“I don’t mind going to lunch. Ima be honest with you though. With me just getting out of a marriage, I’m not looking to jump back into anything else. The goal is to be single for a while,” I needed her to know because I didn’t want her thinking that because I was single, that her, and I were getting ready to be a couple. On my kids, I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend right now. I’m sure that I was going to run through a few women, get my rocks off from time to time, but that was as far as that shit was going to go.

“Sevyn, I don’t care about that. I just want a few meals out of you, and some dick. We came to an end the last time because I didn’t feel right, knowing that I was fuckin another woman’shusband. I was afraid of the kind of karma that I would get from that,” she replied.

“Aight cool. As long as we have an understanding on that. Come on. Where you trying to go?” I asked, stepping back, so that she could get in front of me, and lead the way.

There was a spot that wasn’t too far from my job, and it had good wraps, and smoothies, and that’s where Gina told me that she wanted to go. I didn’t mind going to that spot. I ate there at least two times out of the week. Instead of us going to the spot in two cars, she just hopped in the truck with me, sitting in the passenger seat.

On the drive over, we made small talk, where she was telling me how shit was going at the office for her. Gina was VP of business development at some high-end hotel company. She’s held that position for the past two years I believe. She didn’t have any children, and from the looks of things, she didn’t have a man, either. She didn’t need niggas for money, which is why I believed her when she told me that she only needed me for a few meals, and some dick. She tried to get in my business a little bit, wanting to know if I was really done with Yaya, even with the divorce, but I didn’t get into all of that with her. I also wasn’t going to speak on Yaya with her. The bitches that I’ve fucked since Yaya had given me the green light to, up until now, they can never run back and tell Yaya that I spoke bad on her while I was with them because I never speak on her to any of them. I know how messy bitches could be, so that was a line that I didn’t even cross.

Lunch was cool with Gina though. I paid for the wraps, and the smoothies that we both got. The spot was one of those places that didn’t have its own parking lot, and the parking that was on the side of the road, where you could parallel park, all those spots were taken, so I had to park in the garage.

We were back in the truck, and I’d started it up. I didn’t pull out of the parking spot right away, so Gina used that as her opportunity to scoot over in her seat, and she proved to me again just how bold she was, when she hiked her dress up a little bit, came closer, and she went right for theHermesbelt that I was wearing. I didn’t stop her because I knew what she was working her way up to doing, and I needed this shit. My dick hadn’t been sucked in a lil minute. From our past experiences, I knew that Gina gave good head. She would suck my shit like she was expecting some kind of payment once she was finished. The second she got my big man out, she smiled, seeing how large it was. It wasn’t fully standing at attention, but in a matter of seconds, it would be.

“This dick is so beautiful, Law. Start a timer on your phone. I want to see if I can make you nut in under five minutes,” she released. I reached over, going for my phone that I had in the cupholder. I started the timer, showing it to her, so that she could see that it started, and she nastily spit on my dick, and her full, pretty lips wrapped around the head of it, immediately having me toss my head back, and both hands went on top of her head, as I slowly eased her head up, and down.

She was moaning as she sucked me up and making all kinds of gagging noises. I liked my dick to be sucked with tears falling from a woman’s eyes, so the two hands that I had on her head, I used it to put a tight grip on her head, keeping her locked down in place, so that she couldn’t move, let alone breathe.

“You gotta be willing to die about that dick,” I voiced, leaving damn near eleven inches of dick stuffed down her throat, making it where she was struggling to breathe, and her eyes had gotten watery, and right when two tears dropped, I took my hands off her head, she started gagging, which had her pausing in sucking me, and the second she got it together, she went back at it.

The whole time she was bent over, sucking me, I knew it was so fucked up, but the only person I could think about right now was Yaya. No matter how many hoes I fucked, or got head from, that shit just didn’t hit the same as it did when Yaya did it. This dick has been sucked by plenty, but none of them did that shit like Yaya. It’s almost embarrassing at the record of busting my nut fast as hell when it came to receiving head from her. Yaya was beautiful, and innocent looking as fuck, but she was a menace when it came to sex. I’d turned her out like that, though. Had it would have been her in this car with me like this, I would have nutted already. The seat would have been laid back already, with her in my lap, riding me, trying to bring herself to a much-needed orgasm, and me to another one.

I looked at the timer on my phone, and I was going on eight minutes, and that’s when I eventually started dumping nut down her throat, and closing my eyes, loving the feel of that shit. Gina sucked up every inch of it, and when she finished, I picked the phone up, just so that she could see her time. She sucked her teeth, followed by her rolling her eyes.

“You slowed me down when you forced my head down like that. You have rubbers on you? I want to fuck,” she let out.

“Nah. I don’t have none on me,” I lied. There were a couple in my wallet, but I just didn’t feel like fuckin right now. I was going through post nut, where I felt bad about this shit.

“I’m clean,” she said, and I laughed, while looking at her like she was crazy.

“Congratulations on that, but I’m not sticking my dick in you without a rubber. I don’t move like that, love,” she knew that shit too, so I don’t even know why she tried me like that.

“It’s a CVS down the street. At least lets go there and get some rubbers. I want to get one off too, Law. I’ve been busy with work, so I haven’t had any dick in a minute,” she was damn near begging.

“I’ll pull up on you next weekend. I’m going out of town this weekend,” I let her know, and she sucked her teeth.

“Yeah, you gotta still love that bitch. Ain’t no way. Nigga, I’m putting the pussy right in your fuckin face, and you still scared to catch it. You a weird ass nigga,” she was going off, as she was trying to fix herself up in the passenger seat.

“I don’t argue with women. That shit going to make me look like a bitch. The only person that’s weird in here is you, though. I ain’t fuck you in months. You don’t know where my dick been, but you was still thirsty to let me put a raw dick in you. Let me get you back to your car before I hurt you feelings,” I spat, after I made sure that my pants were buckled. I had her in the passenger seat, and she was hot, mumbling all kinds of shit under her breath.

I couldn’t hear what she was saying because I’d turned the music up, but I’m sure that she was calling me all kinds of bitches, and fuck niggas.

By the time we got back to the firm, her ass barely waited for the truck to stop before she was reaching over, grabbing the handle, and letting herself out. Stupid ass bitch slammed my door so hard, like she was trying to break my shit. I wanted to spazz on her ass and cause a scene right here in this parking lot, but I didn’t want my job to see the way that I could really get down, so I let her have that one. I know one thing, I bet after this, I’ll never stick my dick down her throat or put it inside her pussy. I could just feel that there wasn’t shit good that was going to come out of me, and her fuckin around. The head was good, and the pussy was good too, but it wasn’t worth the headache. It’s a million other bitches that I could go out, and fuck, that wouldn’t come with all the stress.

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