Chapter 9 #2
“Oh damn,” Chuckling, Marshon shook his head. “Yeah, that’s fucked up, but Norie, you can’t feel away about shit that concerns Evie when you keep playing wit’ her heart. You know better, nigga. I told you to fix the shit while you had a chance. Looks like your time may be up though.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what got me fucked up though.
Evie don’t let niggas mark up her body. Other than me, she ain’t never let a nigga put hickeys on her body.
So whoever the fuck dude is got just might have as much of her heart as I do.
And that shit got me shook.” Norie admitted as he and Marshon loaded up the last of the two plastic bins full of props and made their way toward the basement.
“Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t let another sunset settle in for the night without doing something about it.
And Norie, I mean something huge, something that her ass will feel through the next five lifetimes if need be.
The clock is ticking, my nigga, what you gon’ do?
” Marshon asked him before he left Norie to his thoughts and went to help the photographer finish setting up.
Norie joined them a few minutes later, even though his thoughts felt miles away from his body.
Once they were done, Marshon headed back upstairs to see if his wife needed help with anything else while Norie stripped down to his boxers, slid into the male robe with Kamryn’s company logo on it, and headed in front of the camera for his shots.
When his eyes locked with the photographer, he instantly recognized her from the Drill and Spank.
He could tell that she recognized him too but wasn’t sure if it was okay to speak on it.
Though they never engaged in any encounters at the sex club, he could tell that she wanted to ride his dick on more than a few occasions.
But closed mouths didn’t get fed in his book, especially at the Drill and Spank.
After several shots in front of the white shelf that housed all seven candles from Kamryn’s naughty lovers candle line, both with and without his robe, he took several while holding the candles before pouring the warm wax that turned into a massage oil onto his chest, stomach, and arms.
When Evie walked up on the scene, Norie instantly clocked the millisecond that hesitation flashed across her face.
Even though she was sexy as fuck standing there in satin purple lace lingerie with garters, and silver pumps that he was getting hard just thinking about fucking her in, and the thin ass silk and lace robe that matched the color of her heels and makeup to flawless perfection; she was still worried about whether or not her body was good enough for the photo shoot.
He’d heard Evie talking to Kamryn about how she didn’t think she was right for the shoot a while back.
Kamryn got her ass together real quick though, and Norie approved of the message.
While Evie was as confident as they came, and had every right to be, on rare occasions, thanks to her bitch ass ex, whose days were definitely numbered on this earth according to Norie, doubt would get a hold of her for a minute.
It was almost as if she’d drifted back to that time in her life where her ex’s verbal abuse would give her pause.
Norie hadn’t witnessed her zoning out like that since they first started messing around, and it broke his heart that such a dangerous part of her past still held her captive there.
Even if only for a moment. Plus, little did she know, Norie had never cared whether another woman shared the same space with or stood next to Evie any time of day; to him, Evie would always remain the baddest, sexiest fucking woman in the room.
Hell, he was getting hard just watching her stand there.
And while his first instinct was to attempt to cover up his hard-on, he knew it was really no use, especially since he could barely cover it up when he wasn’t hard.
So he said fuck it and just let his dick do what came naturally.
Which was why both Evie and Amira, the photographer, were barely holding it together.
They were both turned on something serious.
That shit immediately uplifted Norie’s mood.
The way Evie kept taking in every inch of him and practically drooling at the sight of him had him on one.
And the energy that the sandy-hued BBW photographer with her hair braided into a bun and red skirt suit that fit every curve on her sexy ass had on was about ready to hop on his dick right now and not give a fuck who was in the room.
Her ass wanted to go for a ride, bad. And after the way Evie came up in there marked up by another nigga, Norie was tempted to take Amira down in front of Evie just to match the level of petty she was on today.
Unfortunately, doing the shit wouldn’t cause the desired effect because the only thing he ever wanted to do to Evie was bring her pleasure.
“Okay, Norie, just a few more solo shots and then I’ll have Evie join you.
” Amira notified him with a smile. He could see that she was trying hard as fuck to be professional, but her body was definitely trying to call the shots.
“Can you please pull the purple and yellow bench over to where you are? I want you to sit on it facing me with your legs spread and stack three of the candles between your legs.”
Nodding, he did as he was instructed, but not before both women damn near creamed their panties when the tip of his big ass dick popped out of the slit of his boxers and almost knocked the damn stack of candles over.
“Oh shit, my fault.” Norie laughed as he caught the candles that fell over, unaware that more of his dick had been further exposed.
When he realized it, he damn sure took his time returning it to its cage.
The look of disappointment on both Evie’s and Amira’s faces told Norie they wanted him to do anything with it but put it away.
“A’ight, I’m ready. Let’s try this shit again. ”
Grinning, Amira cleared her throat before quickly getting herself together, held up her camera, and resumed the session.
She took a few more pictures with Norie in a couple of different positions, one of which was of him standing and holding a couple of the candles like he was lifting weights, before she finally had Evie join him.
“Okay Evie, if you can straddle Norie, but face me with a candle in each hand to start, that would be great,” Amira instructed as she quickly took a sip from the water bottle beside her on the counter while she waited for Evie to get into position.
“Fuck, my dick gon’ be bricked up in every gotdamn pic thanks to you.” He whispered against Evie’s shoulder before he licked up the side until he reached her ear and began sucking on her. “Gotdamnit, and ya fat ass pussy is soaked too. Shit!” He groaned against her skin as she settled on his lap.
“Norie, keep your lips to your gotdamn self,” Evie warned softly in his ear. “You ain’t want me, so now you gonna have to deal with the fact that another nigga is licking up and down my body now. And he doesn’t fucking like to share me.” She smiled inwardly as the half-lie spilled from her lips.
“Evie, I ain’t gotta deal wit’ shit. I had you first, and I still got you.
And I’ll always have you, especially if this wet ass pussy you don’ sat on my dick is any muthafuckin’ indication,” He licked her neck again before he started sucking on the spot behind her ear.
The shit felt so good; she was having trouble sitting still.
“So ya petty ass can try and make me jealous all you want, but we both know that every inch of you will always beg and scream my name and my name only.”
“Okay, Evie, can you lean back and place your left hand on Norie’s chest, and turn to look at me while balancing the candle in your right hand?” Amira instructed. “Norie, place your left hand at the small of her back and your right on her right thigh.”
“Shit, you feel so fucking good and ya sexy ass smell like fresh flowers wit’ a lil of honey and marshmallows.
Mmmmm,” Norie moaned against her ear, “I’m tryin’ to wait ‘til ‘ole girl finish taking these gotdamn pics before I fuck the shit outta you, but wit’ the way you got me feeling, she bout to have a front row seat of me beating the bottom outta ya wet ass pussy.”
When Evie shifted and shook slightly in his lap, that shit made his dick even harder.
Unable to resist sliding his hand between her legs, Norie didn’t waste another second caressing her thighs while she continued to follow directions.
Slowly he circled her pussy lips before he made his way down to her clit.
He wanted so badly to slap the fuck outta that wet shit until she started cumming, but he didn't want to fuck up the shoot, so he caressed that fat muthafucka with two fingers instead.
“Norie, please,” she breathed thickly against the side of his face as Amira changed out the backdrops. “I can’t concentrate with you touching me like?—”
“Too muthafuckin’ bad. You lucky I’m not pounding ya shit and choking you at the same time.
But by all means, wet pussy, tempt me if you want to.
I can tell by the way you tryin’ not to slide ya pussy back and forth over my dick that that muthafucka is thirsty as fuck for me and that you want me as much as I want you. ”
“All right y’all, this is the last set of shots.
Evie, stay in Norie’s lap but turn around and face me.
Hold any one of the candles forward as if you’re presenting it to me.
Norie, grab two of the candles and hold them in front of Evie’s breast. Perfect.
” Amira smiled as she resumed taking shots.
“Yes.” Amira continued to praise. “Now, Evie, lean back against him and turn your cheek slightly toward the right side of his chest while resting the candle on one of your thighs.”