2. Chapter 2
Prince Damini ‘Dame’ Eze
The blunt crackled between my fingers as I exhaled through my nose. My other hand gripped the back of her head, fingers tangled in that expensive weave she’d paid too much for, forcing her mouth deeper onto my dick.
“Get that shit, girl. Don’t fuck around.”
She gagged, but I didn’t give a damn; she needed to keep it up before I lost interest. The porcelain sink was freezing under my ass, but the heat of her throat made up for it.
Outside the bathroom door, the house party was a fucking zoo, the heavy bass thumping so hard through the drywall that the mirror behind my head vibrated with every beat.
She was putting in work, and I couldn’t help but look down and watch her do it. She took all of me down her throat, straining like she was begging me to remember her name when this was over. But I knew her type, and something told me she was holding back. I leaned down, and dropped my voice.
“You call this sucking dick?” I growled. I hit the back of her throat, and she coughed. Saliva dripped down her chin as she locked eyes with me. “You gotta’ take all this dick, I know you can. Do it before I kick you out.”
She pulled back just enough to gasp. Her dark eyes watered before her mascara smudged.
“Fuck, Dame—mmph—” She didn’t get another word out before I shoved her head closer, my hips lifted off the sink to meet her lips.
I smirked when her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Power was my addiction, but full submission gave me the real high. People loved to play hard to get, putting on this big show outside like they were completely untouchable, but it always ended the exact same way—with them bending to my will.
There was something addictive about watching a woman who thought she was strong kneel before me.
They all wanted to be picked by a future king, wanted a taste of the power and the lifestyle.
I loved the control of knowing I could break their pride whenever I felt like it.
No matter how loud they talked out there, once they stepped into my space, my word was the only law that mattered.
The tip of my dick pressed against the back of her throat, and she gagged again, but this time she didn’t fight it. Her nails dug into the fabric of my pants, but I just smirked and took another drag.
“Mhmm,” I muttered. “Show me how bad you want this dick.”
I smirked, looking down as her movements turned frantic, driven by desperation to please me.
She shifted her focus as she took my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them.
My rod tapped her hairline as she continued to suck my balls before coming back up and slobbing me down.
Every breath she took was heavy and strained, showing just how much she wanted to be the one to hold my interest.
Fuck, that felt good.
I tightened my grip, fucking her mouth like it was made for me. Which, let’s be real, it was. Every woman in this damn room was made for me to fuck. I already fucked her friends, but she kept interrupting so I gave her some one-on-one time.
She’d been in my face all night and her titties were basically spilling out of that dress. She knew she had something to prove.
Her lips stretched around me, taking every fucking inch of me.
“Play with that pussy,” I ordered. “I wanna hear you cum.”
Her free hand trembled as she hiked up the lining of her dress. I clenched my jaw when her fingers disappeared between her thighs. The second she touched herself, her whole body jerked. I knew that pussy had to be dripping for me.
Her mouth went slack as I began to move. I groaned, watching her face twist up. Her eyes squeezed shut before she pulled off to take air. I didn’t let her get that far. Her fingers worked furiously while she bobbed her head, taking me deep each time.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “You love that, don’t you?”
She whimpered as her hips bucked against her own hand.
Her titties were bouncing out of her dress, hypnotizing me.
I leaned forward, grabbing a handful. Biting my bottom lip, I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp around my dick.
The pain just made her fingers move faster as her moans got louder.
The bathroom was filled with the scent of her desperate musk.
I could practically taste her cum on the air.
“I love you young ho’s,” I snarled. “Cum for me. Show how much you love King Dame.”
Her body tensed as a broken sob tore out of her. Her thighs shook, but I didn’t let up. I buried myself in her throat while she rode out her orgasm. My balls drew up tight since my own release was building, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet.
I yanked her off me by her hair. My dick was glistening with her spit as my pre-cum dripped from the tip. She coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest was heaving when she looked back up at me.
“King Dame—”
“Shut up.” I grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean, one by one as my eyes locked on hers. She watched me as tried to find her breath.
“Taste like you need some dick...Bend that ass over.”
She bit her lip as she tried to stand up.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
"What, man? I'm busy," I shouted at the door when the sudden knock rattled the frame.
I shoved her against the cold counter. "Bend over."
She did exactly as she was told. Her spine arched as she gripped the edge of the sink. I spread her thick cheeks, and dropped dabs of saliva onto her skin. I watched it trail down her wet lips, ready to bust her walls down.
The door swung wide open, and one of my main guys walked in just as I ripped open a condom wrapper with my teeth.
His eyes locked onto her bare ass. "Aye Dame, we got a problem at the front door."
I took my time rolling the latex down my shaft, the snap of the rubber loud in the small bathroom. I gripped her hip, and lined myself up against her opening. I slid all the way into her, stretching her open for me. She caught her breath as her forehead hit the glass mirror.
My guy didn't blink, he knew better than to get in the way. He stood by the doorframe, watching me work.
“Spread that shit, girl.”
She reached back, holding her cheeks apart. I blew a cloud of thick smoke over her shoulder, then reached out, passing the blunt to my guy.
"Well, handle that shit then," I said, my breath coming a little faster as I pulled back and drove in deeper, hitting her walls until she whimpered. "I’m busy."
He took a long drag, the cherry glowing bright against the dim bathroom light. He shifted his weight. "He ain't going away, man."
I went to town on her then, quickening the pace of me ramming her walls. She let out a choked cry, but I gripped the bone of her hip and held her still, taking what I wanted while he stood right there.
"Man, who the fuck is it?" I grunted, slamming into her one more time before pausing, buried deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck!” I smirked at the woman’s moans echoing through the bathroom.
My guy looked down at the way her thighs were shaking, then looked back up at me with a straight face. "He says his girlfriend in here, but ain’t nobody out there know him.”
I palmed her face, dragging her head back so she had to look right at me.
"Hey," I muttered. "You got a boyfriend?"
She nodded hesitantly.
“Shit.” I smacked my teeth as I pulled out. "Hol’ up."
When I pulled up my pants, I tried to calm down so I didn't shoot her for wasting my time. I grabbed her by the upper arm and yanked her up. Dragging her along with me, I walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the living room of the hotel suite.
The bass knocked so hard the glass windows overlooking the city skyline rattled in their frames.
Two girls in nothing but lace were stomping out their heels on the oak table, while a couple tore into each other on the center cushion of the leather sectional.
I should’ve been tearing into some pussy but this dumb ho wanted to play games.
Off to the side, three of my guys were chopping thick, blue-tinted lines across the glass, the scrape of the razor blades lost under the heavy track playing. I didn’t even blink. Every breath taken in this room, every line snorted, every dollar burning up—it all belonged to me.
"I'm finna handle this shit… Niggas stopping my nut and shit," I muttered, tossing the rest of my blunt into an ashtray.
Two of my guys stepped up from the couch, and their hands slid into their waistbands. "We right behind you, King."
"I don't need y'all to help me."
I grabbed the girl by her shoulder, shoving her head toward the entrance door. "Bring yo’ ass here."
She stood against the wall, trying to fix her dress. I cracked the door open, peeking my head out into the carpeted hallway. Standing out there was a big, bald mothafucka who looked mad as a bitch. The dude was so tall, I could see his nose hairs.
I let a fake, wide smile spread across my face, opening the crack a little wider. "What can I do for you, bruh?"
The big dude eyed me, trying to look intimidating. "Yeah, uh, I heard my girl in there."
I leaned back slightly, looking over my shoulder at the party inside. Then, I let out a soft laugh, and looked back out at him. "She can't come to the door right now. She a little busy."
The dude's eyebrows furrowed, his chest puffing out. "What you mean she busy?"
I stared right into his eyes. “She too busy suckin’ my dick"
The big man’s face twisted up.
Oh, he was big mad.
He reached behind his back, whipped out a black handgun, and shoved it in my chest. "You wanna run that by me again?"
I laughed in his face.
“The fuck is so funny?”
I slammed the door open, and drew my two heavy pistols and shoved both barrels directly into his face.
My crew stepped out right behind me, filling the doorway with their weapons drawn and locking the hallway down.
The big dude's eyes went wide as saucers.
He started walking backward, stumbling over his own boots.
I stepped out into the hall, walking right up on him with the iron pressed toward his forehead.