22. Harlem #2
She wore a sheer, high-neck, floral-embroidered Christian Dior minidress.
The fitted waist enhanced her natural curves, and her thighs were shining with some glittery, gold lotion she had applied.
The pink Dior heels that she wore lifted her ass and made everything bounce and pop.
She paired her dress with minimalist jewelry to create a captivating, elegant, and sophisticated look.
I held her hand as we climbed the stairs to the VIP section where our siblings, friends, and their dates waited. The music was blasting, and the drinks were flowing.
As soon as we stepped into our section, Palmer and Courtney danced to us and grabbed her hands. Palmer shoved a drink in one of Baby’s hands, but I snatched it and took a sip. Afterward, I handed it to Baby.
Palmer’s lips were twisted, and she rolled her eyes. “You’re being extra tonight, Harlem!” she shouted over the music.
“Nah, just making sure my girl is all good.”
My sister rolled her eyes and shouted, “Come on, girls!” as she and Palmer tugged my woman away from me. The three of them moved to the middle of the room and twerked on each other, dancing and having a good time.
“Wassup, G?” Eli greeted me, dapping me up before I did the same with Baby’s brothers.
“Chilling.”
“You didn’t even have to play ya girl like that, Harlem,” he declared.
“What?” I asked, as one of the bottle girls came to pour a drink for me.
“Checking Baby’s drink before she could sip it,” Easy stated. “I saw that shit, and I appreciate you doing that.”
“Yeah, Palmer’s a good girl, but she’s a bit on the wild side,” EJ announced.
“She’s been known to accept drinks in the past and not know who gave it to her, what the fuck they put in it, or even what she’s drinking. She’s been caught in a couple of dicey situations in the past,” Easy remarked with a scowl on his face.
“I know. Baby’s shared some of the stories with me, which is why I did what I did,” I explained.
“She’s been chilling here all night, though. She hasn’t gotten into shit,” Eli stated, eyeing one of the bottle girls.
“Yeah, well let’s keep it that way.”
Somebody rolled a blunt, and the next thing I knew, we were higher than a muthafucka. The girls were having a good time. The girl that came with EJ had joined Baby, Palmer, and Courtney. Easy, Eli, and Palmer had all come without dates.
Baby danced over to me and pulled me off the couch to lead me to a private room in the corner that had two large club chairs. She pushed me into one as “Clap” played by Metro Boomin and Waka Flocka and closed the door behind us.
The windows were tinted, allowing us to see outside, but no one could see inside.
High as I was, I was happy as hell no niggas could see my baby’s ass. The way she shook to that beat, her dress rolled up around her hips, and all I could see was pink flesh and that fat ass. The little thong she wore disappeared between her pussy lips.
When I reached out to touch her, she smacked my hand and teased me some more. She shook and had her ass clapping, leaving me wondering where she had learned that shit from. Before I could get upset about the possibility of her doing it for someone else, she turned around and climbed in my lap.
Baby wrapped her arms around my neck and bounced on my pole. My shit was harder than a brick as she worked me over, dropping her head to kiss me deeply as she ground on me. My hands rubbed up and down her bare back before I cupped her ass.
She dragged her lips to my neck and sucked hard before she reached between us and unzipped my jeans.
“The fuck you finna do, Baby?”
“|I’m ’bout to do you. It’s my birthday, and this is how I wanna celebrate.”
I could tell she was tipsy as hell the way her golden eyes were lighter than normal and hung low.
I helped her pull my shit free, and Baby slid her way slowly down my pole and worked me over.
I held her ass in my hands and pumped inside of her slowly as she held onto my shoulders and moaned.
I unzipped the back of her dress and lowered the front panel of it before I latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting.
When she squirted all over me, she released a moan that almost rivaled the music. She pulled up off me, and I watched as she lowered to her knees.
“What’re you doing, sweet girl?” I asked.
“Cleaning you up,” she replied sweetly from underneath lowered lashes. I rested my hand on her head as she slowly bobbed it up and down adjusting to my length until she got the full effect of me.
Her mouth felt good as hell wrapped around me, hot and wet, a tight vacuum seal. She sucked until my balls grew tight, until I saw black floaters, until the music disappeared, and until I exploded in her mouth.
When she rocked back on her heels, she looked so fucking beautiful on her knees with her breasts hanging out. She opened her mouth and showed me the nut she sucked from inside of me before she swallowed it.
“Gahdamn, princess. You’re a hero, swallowing my shit like that.”
She giggled, climbed on my lap, and kissed me slowly. “July eighteenth is officially the best day of the year. Happy birthday to me, bae.”
“Happy birthday to you, Baby, but every day I get to spend with you is the best day of the year.”
I kissed her deeply as I ran my hand down her back and pressed her against me. This girl was my world, and there wasn’t anything that I would change about that. She brought so much love, happiness, and peace into my life, and I thanked God for her daily.