Page 92 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
“You deserve to feel the blessings of adjustment.”
He leaned over to quickly kiss her lips. “You do too, and don’t forget that shit.”
“I won’t.”
Reign pulled her skirt over her hips as Markus watched from the ottoman.
“All of this food,” she huffed.
Markus chuckled. “It’s the food. It’s the dick. It’s the care.”
“You had to hype yourself up, huh?” Reign toyed. “It is all of those things. I’m going to have to go up a size. Never thought I’d say that again.”
“You gon keep sayin’ it too. And a whole lot more shit too. Aunt G is sending a car, or do you want me to drop you off?”
“She’s sending a car, but I was thinking. I have a little savings now. I can get a car.”
Markus groaned. “I don’t know about that.”
Reign spun around to look at him. “Because…”
“Not for control or no shit like that. I like our rides. I like you to my right, outside of that, I go all day without you. I’m not saying I won’t get you a car. I’m just expressing I like you with me.”
“I didn’t ask you to get me a car, though. I can afford a Honda, Emilliano.”
He erupted in laughter and pulled her down onto his lap. “You’ll never drive a Honda. We’ll find you something this weekend. But I am curious about your lunch with my Aunt. It’s more than a girls’ lunch.”
Reign giggled and kissed his lips. “It might be. I’ll let you know how it goes over dinner?”
“Noodles?”
“Please. Corner booth, SuQuan’s?”
“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want. Give me another kiss, I need something sweet before I have to deal with these niggas.”
Reign straddled his lap and kissed his lips slowly, her hips lightly grinding against his lap. Her motion coaxed his fingers to find her center and slip into her depths. She moaned.
“You asked for a kiss.”
“I changed my mind. I’m allowed to do that?” Markus asked, nipping her lip, chin, then kissing her neck. “If I smell you during the day, it keeps me cool.”
A giggle fused with a moan left her lips. “You know that’s not true. You’re just greedy.”
“I am,” he admitted.
“I can’t keep your aunt waiting,” Reign attempted to muffle her moan to no avail.
“Just a taste.”
“Uh uh. You said just a taste after breakfast, and I ended up holding on to the counter. I’m not complaining, we just don’t have the time,” she moaned, trying to get her hips to stop moving. “Milli, baby. I got to go.”
“I got to go, too. Tell your pussy to let me go,” he groaned, lifting her sweater up so he could suck her breasts.
“Shit,” Reign huffed, reaching between them to free him from his sweats. “Five minutes. You have five minutes.”
Markus removed his fingers from her depths, pushed them into her mouth as she eased her wetness around him. Markus hooked her leg, placing it over his shoulder. He pumped upward, ushering them both into another release before the doorbell chimed and their phones started ringing.
Reign panted. “I told you.”
