Chapter 11
“TONIGHT FEELS LIKE I MANIFESTED IT.”
F or once in a long time, Orielle had a weekday off.
She’d been on the go for what seemed like months and she didn’t think twice about taking a break.
She preferred to take a day to herself during the week, considering most of her group yoga sessions were on the weekends when people had more free time.
After a rough week, there was nothing like releasing it all through stretching.
She took full advantage of her time, having a self-care day that started with an hour-long soak in the tub while she deep conditioned her hair. Then, she let it air dry. There was nothing relaxing about blow drying a head full of hair, so she didn’t even bother with it.
After her nail appointment for a fresh pedicure and new acrylic set, she ordered Chinese food and rotted away on the couch while watching reruns of her favorite shows and catching up on Pour Minds episodes with Drea and Lex.
The best friend duo reminded her so much of her and Cheyla, it was easy to binge.
Zoey was her best friend, too, but she was much tamer than her girls.
And there was nothing wrong with that. The only time Orielle picked up her phone was to respond to Najee’s text and clear her notifications on Instagram.
Ever since the gala, which turned out to be an event she already planned to attend and donate to next year, Orielle’s phone had been ringing off the hook.
Before she could leave the building of Peace Haven that evening, she exchanged contact information with so many people.
One woman had even asked her to sing at her wedding.
The love she was shown was never taken for granted, and she appreciated Ashley so much for the opportunity. Although it was her mama who put the bug in her ear about reaching out, Janelle hadn’t even shown up to support her. Orielle didn’t even know why she expected her to.
Thinking she’d spend her entire day doing absolutely nothing was comical.
When Cash called inquiring about her presence at his birthday dinner in two hours, Orielle had to pretend she hadn’t forgotten.
He’d been such a great friend and an even better producer for her, and she wouldn’t miss his trip around the sun no matter how much she didn’t feel like getting dressed.
Najee and his hunger to taste her would be the reason she was late, though. Just as she stepped out of the shower, he called to be let in the door. Now, he had her bent over the sink in her bathroom, like she didn’t still need to find something to wear.
Greeting him at the door with nothing but a towel on was her second mistake. The first one had been sending him an invisible ink picture of her in the bubble-filled tub earlier. Najee had been thinking about blowing her back out all day while at work.
“Baaaaby,” Orielle whined as he ate her pussy from the back. “You said give you five minutes.”
Najee knew what he said. There was no need for the reminder. He made a loud slurping noise, suckling her clit, and spoke with his mouth full. “Give me five more.”
Delivering a slap to her ass, he helped lower her leg from the sink before sitting down on the bench behind him. “Touch them toes, and you better keep your balance.”
In any other conditions, Najee’s request would’ve been met.
Orielle’s body was supple, and she had excellent stability, but she was no match for Najee’s pussy eating skills.
If she ran from anything, it’d be his lethal tongue, not his dick.
She’d gotten used to the way it filled her up, but unfortunately, she still hadn’t found the screws he had knocked loose the week prior.
With her back arched and ass in the air, Najee had his way with her. Her appreciative moans were always a joy to hear—literal music to his ears. Her pretty voice, pretty face, and prettier soul would always be his undoing.
Like the freak she was, Orielle bounced her cheeks against his face.
She struggled to keep her feet planted, and the task became much more difficult once he stood and slid inside of her.
He gripped her hip and fisted her hair she had tossed into a ponytail.
Orielle’s eyes fluttered as she stared at him through the mirror.
“How much time I got?” Najee asked.
Orielle had no clue. Five minutes had turned into ten, and ten had probably turned into twenty fooling with him.
She kept eye contact while tightening her walls and smirked as he bit into his bottom lip.
The way he was staring at her made Orielle’s heart skip a beat.
It was a blend of lust, love, and appreciation all wrapped into one.
“Mhmmm,” she hummed. “You love this pussy?”
Groaning, Najee squeezed her hip and dropped his head back. “You know I do. Keep squeezing my shit.”
She did as she was told, and his thrusts quickened.
Her mouth formed an O as he went stroke for stroke.
If Orielle didn’t know any better, she’d think he hated her with the way he was fucking her.
A sob caught in her chest and throat when his hand rubbed over her bundle of nerves.
Wetness trickled out of her, coating him like a rainstorm.
“G...,” Orielle moaned.
No, she sang his moniker. Hitting an octave that made him lose it. His nut snuck up on him so quickly, he almost didn’t have time to pull out, but he did, then he was the one who needed to be told to keep his balance once Orielle dropped to her knees, greedily taking him into her mouth.
“Gotdamn,” he hissed, as his toes cracked.
She bobbed her head while never breaking eye contact, never gagging and sucking like she was trying to remove the melanin from his pole. She didn’t stop until he was coming, and then slurped every last drop out of him.
Najee’s grip on her ponytail was so tight, he promised to massage her scalp later on.
In no way was he trying to stop her from sucking him off, but he had to hold onto something.
Orielle was a beast with it, and Najee was planning other ways he could make her life better.
Whatever she wanted was hers, and he meant that.
Freakily, Orielle removed him from her warm mouth and patted him against her tongue before kissing his mushroom tip. She gave him one last agonizing lick that made his knees buckle, before Najee pulled her up.
“You must not be trying to go to that dinner,” he said with his chest heaving.
She smirked. “I am, and you’re going to go in there and let me get dressed in peace, so that I won’t be late, right?”
Najee nodded. He was going to do whatever the fuck she told him to do, and that was just how Orielle liked it. He stood there dumbfounded. While he may have thought he was running the show, Orielle owned the network and canceled all his little plans he may have had. Lovingly, she kissed his lips.
“Right.” She smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Najee groaned and shook his head as she stepped around him and cut the shower back on. Ain’t no way she just sucked the nut out of me like that, then called me Daddy. Our kids still sliding down her throat, he thought, in disbelief.
By the time Orielle was dressed and spritzed herself with her third and brand new bottle of Devotion Intense by Dolce & Gabbana, Najee was in her bed snoring. Smiling, she opened her camera app and snapped a few pictures of him.
“Baby,” she called out, hovering over him.
Najee startled out of his sleep, slowly peeling his eyes open. Wiping them, he yawned and rolled over so he could face her.
“Scoot back. Let me see how good you look,” he told her.
Blushing, Orielle stepped back some, giving him a view of her last-minute outfit. There wasn’t anything rushed about it. She looked so good, he couldn’t help but hype her up in a way a man who loved how you looked could without doing too much, but just enough.
“A’ight, Pretty Girl. Don’t get somebody fucked up, tonight.”
She smirked, moving a curl that fell into her face.
The monochromatic burgundy theme she went for consisted of a cropped fur coat, a semi-transparent long-sleeved turtleneck, high-waisted shorts, sheer tights, and pointed-toe heels.
All the shades varied, but blended beautifully, with none overpowering the others.
She looked damn good and she knew it. Her face was glowing, and it had nothing to do with her makeup or skincare routine.
You glowed brighter when every piece of you was properly cared for by a real man.
Orielle was shining from the inside out.
“I won’t. I shouldn’t be gone too long. But I’ll let you know if we decide to go somewhere else,” she explained.
“Go have fun, baby. No need to rush back here. I ain’t going anywhere.”
His words held a double meaning that she caught and didn’t overanalyze. Najee was in her bed, rubbing his feet together and inhaling the vanilla scent that clung to her linen because that’s where he wanted to be.
“Okay,” she simpered. “I cooked earlier, if you get hungry.”
“A’ight. Real quick, before you go... can you clear your schedule next weekend?”
Orielle’s brows dipped. “Um, I’ll have to see. Why?”
“I wanna take you somewhere for a few days. I was gonna surprise you, but your ass be busier than I do.”
She chuckled. “True. I’ll rearrange some things and let you know.”
“Thank you.” He yawned, tossing the covers from his frame and standing from the bed so he could walk her to the door. “Dig in my pocket and grab that money. It’s a Black truck waiting for you downstairs.”
She retrieved the bills from his denim and smiled. “Oooh. Not a get the Echelon special door service.”
“Always. You fucking with the boss, baby. That’s all it’ll ever be,” Najee said, kissing her neck.
Orielle couldn’t stop smiling. He’d told her to stay out and have fun, but she was already thinking of new ways she was going to ride his dick when she returned. He deserved a special type of treatment, too.