10. Global “Dice” Jamerson #2
He walked feet-heavy, arms moving fast, removing his buckle from his belt.
Each step activated my soaker like never before.
I fought the urge to touch myself. I wore a long Harper Maxi Dress with a pair of So Kate six-inch heels to this meet-and-greet today, and the thong under the dress was fighting for its life.
When I chose this outfit to wear today, I never thought it would be perfect for easy access.
My only motive was to have him take in every curve and prove to his family I wasn’t a broke hoe, just in case they thought I was on something janky.
Ritz stopped in front of me. My eyes traveled up his tall frame, and his eyes were filled with lust. I was playing in his playground.
My stare was intense. I was fully committed to embodying his whole persona.
“Mr. Monroe, may I speak?”
A low grunt escaped him as he tipped his head back. When his eyes found mine again, there was something there I'd never seen before—not even the night we unknowingly made Revv.
I welcomed it.
“Speak,” he commanded.
“Show me.”
He cupped my chin, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of my plump lips. Careful not to completely ruin my candy-apple red lipstick, he smudged it just enough to let me know he remembered exactly what I was asking for.
“I got questions, mamas.”
“I know.”
His eyes searched mine for a long second.
“Man... yo’ thick ass got me going against the code.”
I let silence hang before I responded, trying not to kill the moment.
“I’m sorry,” I said, the words holding weight.
I swallowed hard, my eyes trapped with his, but I continued.
“You wouldn’t be a casino owner if you didn’t understand the game of gambling. Take a gamble here and now.”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“You gambling with a whole lot more than money. A nigga still got feelings.”
Although his eyes showed lust, the mug he sported showed he didn’t like this vulnerable state.
“Talk to me, G-baby.”
“I said show me…that was a command.”
His eyes closed, and he shook his head, trying to reel in his inner beast, but I was rolling the dice tonight. He let the monster that was fighting to be free out, and it was just as pretty as I remembered.
“Can I touch you?” I asked softly.
He hesitated to respond, unsure if he truly understood me, but he wanted me to speak. I would, but only if he could feel my sincerity first—sense how sorry I was, how deeply I desired his attention.
His silence was all I needed.
I reached for him, refusing to let him wrestle with whatever battle was going on in that stubborn head of his. The moment my hand wrapped around him, his shoulders tightened, but his eyes never left mine. His dark orbs were intense, but I held his gaze.
His jaw locked.
He was still trying to stay in control. This man was always in control.
But not tonight…at least not during this mission.
Grabbing his shaft, I slowly licked around the rim of his head.
When I looked up, his eyes stared down at me, but he clenched his jaw firmly, containing any sound that would reveal I was pleasing him.
I noticed that last time he wasn’t vocal during sex; at least he tried not to be.
I took it as a challenge. I was very sober tonight and ready for the ultimate match-up.
He was expecting me to ease my way down, and I knew that was to control his moans of pleasure, so I relaxed my throat and took in all ten inches of this man's shaft without gagging. That sound that came from his mouth was animalistic.
“FUCKKKKK. Hol’up, ma. Hol’up,” he growled, trying to gain some control in this hallway. If he didn’t bring it down, he was gonna wake up Revv. I started to play with his balls, and the combination had him going crazy. I sucked and slurped, making a mess. Pulling him out of my slippery slope.
I gave another command.
“Play the drums on my lips, Mr. Monroe.”
“Man, yo’ ass showing out.”
But he did as I requested and used his dick like a wooden stick on the drum and slapped my lips over and over.
I was so damn turned on, my clit was so swollen it hurt.
After the assault, he glided back into my mouth.
While my hands ran around my areoles and stopped to twist the piercing, I moaned out in pain.
“I’m craving you”
“Girl,” he warned.
A satisfied smile pulled at my lips, and I took him back to the throat.
“G-baby, damnnnnn shawty. That’s how you feel?
” he asked, grabbing the back of my head so I could bob my head up and down on his length.
I kept up with his pace, and saliva pooled in my mouth, finding its way out of the sides of my juicy lips.
I was giving him that good ass sloppy top.
I was confident in my game, and if you ask me, a bitch wasn’t fucking wit it.
I pulled back and flicked my tongue like a man eating pussy over his pee hole and dropped my throat back down to the base.
No need for a hand twist. Big mama’s throat could handle all this heavy weight.
“Mannnn…. What. The. FUCKKKK,” he growled just as hot semen slid down my throat, and I savored the taste. He grabbed the wall as if it were the only thing holding him up.
I smirked.
“So you do make noise.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Don't get cocky, G-Baby.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
The challenge hung between us like a thick cloud of smoke.
His restraint finally snapped.
He yanked me to my feet like my thick ass weighed nothing, then crushed my plush body against his hard frame. My heels barely had time to find the floor, and he was gonna buy my ass another pair if I had a crease.
His forehead rested against mine for a second.
“G-baby, I swear on me, mamas. You will have a few niggas dead eating that muthafucka like that.”
“Is that right?”
I raised a brow.
“Fuck wit it if you want.”
Before I could respond, this man picked my body up like I was a damn feather and threw me over his shoulder and slapped me so hard on the ass it not only jiggled like jam, but I knew my easy bruising ass would have a mark.
“I told you...” he said, his voice rough. “I warned you. You ain’t ready for that kind of action.”
I smiled up at him.
“And yet... here we are.”
A laugh escaped him—low, deep, and dangerous.
“You keep playing with me, and we ain't gon’ make it down this hallway. But I want that ass to keep the same energy when we get in this room.”
“I thought that's where we were headed after my magic trick.”
He gave my ass another slap.
“Bet. And with every single stroke, I want answers.”
“And I will give them. But you have to respect the ones I choose not to share. You ask about me and me only.”
I hated when he got quiet, but I was good with the waiting game.
“I can give you that.”
Without another word, he turned and guided me down the hallway, his hand never leaving my ass as we disappeared behind the closed bedroom door.
It was gonna be a long night… I hoped he could handle these answers.
We’ll see.