Daymir #2
She pulls me into her mouth and when it hits the back of her throat, she fights the urge to gag and damn it.
Then, she grabs my ass and thrusts me in all the way into her warm mouth.
Her eyes tear up as she sucks and chokes on my dick, creating a beautiful sight.
With intention and pure skill, her pretty ass is pulling my nut out and I can’t tare my eyes from her.
Eating my shit up, she starts moaning and slurping. “Mmm. Shit. Give it to me, baby,” she utters with a mouth full of my dick. That shit takes me over the edge and I grant her fucking wish. My hands grip the back of her head as I have the best release of my life.
“Shit,” I grunt as I bust. Nastily, she swallows every fucking drop then swipes her thumb over her lips. She’s so damn sexy; I want to make love to her right now. “I hope you ready for round two?” I ask.
“Two? Right now? That’s impossible,” she says.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” I extend my hand then pull her up. “Turn around,” I demand and she doesn’t hesitate to comply.
It’s been five weeks since Imani and I returned from Virginia and things with us are better than ever.
Between me, her, and DJ, we developed a routine.
Wednesdays and Fridays she heads to my place after her class.
She did sign up for another cooking course but this one is baking and DJ loves it.
His lunch box stays filled with fresh baked cookies, cupcakes, and even donuts.
Today, he has a glazed croissant. I even brought a few with me to the warehouse but Dodge’s greedy ass smashed them before I could even offer them to the girls.
He's been here since morning. Brick and Amon are heading here now because something big is coming up. I don’t have all the details. I’m assuming I’ll learn them once Amon arrives.
“Thanks to yo’ girl, I have to buy Presha a new car. She has it in her head that she wants to try racing,” he scoffs.
“What that shit got to do with me?” I ask.
“Imani is yours, right?”
“All of her, and?”
“And she’s starting a car club and Presha wants to join.”
“Again nigga, what the fuck that got to do with me? That’s your wife who wants a new vehicle. Imani nor me are making her join the club,” I say then smile.
Before Imani starts back at the hospital, she wants to have her club up and running. She’s so determined and excited. She’s been talking about it non-stop. Already, most of the women that race with her at the track are interested in joining.
“This shit is just crazy. Presha doesn’t even drive the fucking speed limit and she wants to race.” He shakes his head then he grabs another croissant.
“Damn nigga. You gone eat them all,” I say before closing the lid on the container.
“Them shits good.” He stands then walks over to the office fridge and takes a bottle of milk. Hazel keeps the fridge stocked with milk for Brick. When he sits back down behind her desk, he asks about DJ and Makenna. “Did your lawyer ever find her to serve her?”
“No. She has to run an ad or some shit as a final attempt. She’s tried everything else. After the ad shit, if Makenna isn’t found, she’s going to file something that gets me custody by default.”
“I just can’t believe she out there bad like that.”
“Shit. Me either. Makenna always cared about what people thought and she never even hit a blunt with me. This version of her is foreign as hell to me. I can’t call it but I pray she gets it together before that shit kills her.”
“Real shit. I’m just glad you got lil man when you did.”
“Me too,” I admit.
“And Imani. Things with him and her are straight?”
“Hell yea. He loves her more than me,” I tease then chuckle. I love everything about their relationship. “But what’s this shit about? Amon never comes to the warehouse anymore.”
“Yo guess as good as mine. I got the same message you did. Hell, Brick don’t even know what this shit about. The last shipments ain’t have no issues so I can’t call it.”
“I might need to do something about DJ. It’s already two and they’re not here yet. His school lets out at three-thirty,” I say after glancing at my watch.
“I can see if Presha can leave the center,” he says referring to the women’s shelter where Presha works.
“Nah. Imma hit Imani. Her class isn’t until five,” I say then hit her contact on my phone. She answers after a few rings.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” she says
“I might need you to get DJ. I got an important meeting here and looks like it’s gone run late. I know you got your class but I really ne-”
“Baby, you don’t have to explain. I got him,” she says, cutting me off. “What time should I be there?”
“He gets out at three-thirty but that line starts forming around three. You’ll see all the signs and the officers directing the traffic. That shit is organized as fuck.”
“I’ll be there at three then. Do I need to show my ID or something?”
“I’m going to send you his QR code. Just show it and they will scan it and have him out to your ride.”
“A QR code. Damn, I’ve been out of school a long ass time if it’s like that.”
“I said that same thing. But thank you, beautiful. Hopefully, I’ll be done before your class.”
“If you’re not, don’t worry about it. I’ll just take him with me and he’ll be fine. He might even like it,” she says and I can’t help but smile at the way she loves on and watches out for him.
“A’ight. I’m sending the code and I’ll hit you as soon as this shit is over.”
“Bet,” she says with a grin.
“You stealing my words?” I ask, amused.
“Yea. I am. Get back to work, baby, and don’t worry about DJ, me and him are going to have a time. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I say then end the call.
As soon as I do, I shoot her DJ’s pick-up code.
When I place my phone back on my desk, I look at my security handheld and see Brick’s truck pulling up.
“Brick just pulled up,” I tell Dodge right as I see Amon’s SUV arrive on the split screen. He’s parking in the back parking lot.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” Dodge huffs.
Good or bad, seeing Amon, Gideon’s right hand, here at the warehouse typically means more work. Something too important to speak over a phone, even on our blackphones, is about to be laid on us.
Since Amon enters from the back entrance, he enters the office first with Dodge about two minutes behind him. We all greet each other and dap it up then Amon gets right to fucking business.
“We’re moving into Florida. Our counterfeit connect there is selling a huge warehouse and other commercial property.
The Powers are acquiring that and taking over a huge dealership in Tampa that’s filing for bankruptcy.
Our timeline is small as fuck because we want to be up and fully operational by second quarter next year,” Amon says.
“Brick and Dodge, I want you there the day we take over the dealership.”
“What day is that?” Brick asks.
“Looks like the first of February,” Amon says. “I’ll have the exact date before Thanksgiving.”
“Next week. Shit! This is moving fast,” Dodge adds.
“When it’s about business, fast is too fucking slow,” Amon says then he looks at me.
“Warehouse operations is all you and we need you in Tampa the end of December to check out the space and see what we need to make it work for us. Make a vacation of it if you want but I need you there a week at least to see what’s up with the space.
I’ll leave the ready-to-operate date of the warehouse up to you. Gee and I trust your judgment.”
“Thanks, bruh. I got you,” I say, really appreciative of their trust in me.