Chapter 8 #2
Finally stepping into the room, my eyes fell on the stage that was located off to the right.
Akira’s office was set up like one of the sections we departed from.
Clover stood at the bar trying to decide on what to drink.
We were already on tequila. She needed to keep it that way.
While she did that, I sure enough sent that text to my crew letting them know exactly what was up.
Ashaun wasn’t on his Ps and Qs, so I needed them to be.
Walking over to the glass windows, I immediately had improper thoughts flooding a nigga mind. Having my way with Clover in here was all I could think about. I could only imagine how good her body looked bouncing off mine under the strobe lights.
She joined me seconds later extending a glass in my direction.
Taking it from her, I brought it to my nose.
She shook her head as she released a deep sigh.
“If I wanted to poison you, Arion, I wouldn’t do it so suddenly.
You promised to eat my ass tonight and by all means, that’s what the fuck you gon’ do. ”
“I can do it now,” I threw back.
“So, what’s stopping you?” she challenged.
Smirking, I threw the shot back and placed the glass on the table beside us. I then closed the gap making sure I was close enough to smell that distinct fragrance she wore. “Why you in such a rush to get my mouth on you? You making this too easy for me, Clover.”
“Nah, I’m making you stand on that shit you was talking.
See, the difference between me and you is quite simple.
If I told you I wanted to swallow dick tonight, the second we walked through that door, I would’ve been on my knees ready to do just that.
You talk big but scared to follow through.
Don’t make me classify you as one of them. ”
“One of who? ‘Cause I can promise you I’m one of one,” I commented.
“A little ass boy. Grown men gon’ eat it and love it. Seems to me like you scared of it,” she sassed.
“Damn, you talk a lot of shit, Clover. Maybe a nigga just waiting to see you hit the stage before I dive headfirst. I had the pussy, and I must say, it wasn’t memorable,” I lied.
I remembered everything about that gushy shit.
From the way it gripped my dick when I tried to slide out to the way her walls contracted against it when she came for me, I was thoroughly impressed.
All it took was a direct order and her cream was glazing my flesh. Trust me, it was more than memorable.
“You’re a bad liar which means it isn’t something you do on a regular basis. I guess I can appreciate that. This birthday dance, you not gon’ let it go, are you?”
Shaking my head from side to side, she rolled her eyes.
Throwing her shot back, she guided me over to the chair that was positioned in front of the stage and gently pushed me down.
Grabbing the remote on the table next to me, she then tapped a few buttons changing the vibe of the room within seconds.
The windows were now tinted, the stage was granted a spotlight, and the doors were now locked. I knew the sound of that from anywhere. The slow tunes of Jamie Foxx began to serenade us, and I just knew she was ‘bout to make a nigga beg for it. I could feel it.
“Pay attention, ‘cause I’m only doing this once,” she warned me.
“It’s undivided, I can guarantee you that. But hold tight for me beautiful. Where’s the bathroom? I need to wash my hands.”
“Wash yo’ hands? For what?”
“I’m getting ready to touch everything you got to offer. I figured I’d clean them before doing so. Is that a problem?” I inquired.
She shook her head saying, “Nah, it’s just considerate as fuck. It’s throwing me off actually. Thank you, I guess. The bathroom is through that door,” she said pointing to the left side of the room.
“’Preciate it.”
I made my way over and handled my hygiene.
Clover was a beautiful woman and from what I could remember that pussy was even prettier.
I touched on everything that ain’t need to be on her.
My plans were to slide in that muthafucka hard and raw for a lifetime.
Transferring unnecessary germs to her was so distasteful.
I was done moments later and back in the seat I previously occupied.
She waited until I was comfortable before stepping onto the stage.
The lights immediately began to follow her around.
Motion censored. Nice. The dress baby popped out in was already revealing so once she hit that pole, everything that was covered was unveiled.
My eyes were glued to her refusing to blink just in case I missed something.
Clover was tall, slim, but thick in the right places. Those long legs curled around the pole causing slight jealousy. I’d rather her sit on mine and wrap around my waist instead. It would be beneficial for us both.
Once she was at the top, she flipped upside down causing what little thread she did have on to fall.
She dropped mid pole and spread her legs until she’d hit a split.
A nigga bricked up immediately. Her body was evenly proportioned, toned, and smooth.
I planned on taking her pretty ass through there tonight.
Standing, I joined her on stage. I couldn’t sit and wait for her to finish.
Unlike others, my patience was thin. There was a reason why I was hands on with my business.
If I couldn’t touch it, it wasn’t real or mine for that matter.
Clover gave me pushback all night. However, this was the moment of truth.
If she allowed me to touch her in ways other niggas couldn’t, there was no going back.
My fingertips glided across her skin stopping at her juicy folds. She was waxed to perfection and that lil’ piercing she had sparkled underneath the light. I guess skipping dinner worked out in my favor.
“The nerve of you to think a nigga was gon’ sit through any of that. I’m hungry now, Clover.”
Wrapping my arms around her legs, I held her in place as I bent down and kissed her lips. Soft moans escaped as she grabbed onto my legs for support. She was gon’ have to hold on to something ‘cause it was time to blow out the candles.
I got acquainted with her quickly. There wasn’t an odor, a weird after taste, or none of that.
Baby was of pure perfection. The more my tongue stroked her wet center, the closer I felt, possessiveness even.
Knowing I had a wife that could match me all the way around the board, I was more than intrigued on what life would be like with her by my side for real.
“Fuuuuuck,” she softly moaned as I sucked on her diamonded-out pearl.
I swear.
Her pretty ass just ain’t know… she was turning a nigga certified crazy with this shit.
For a nigga that was thrown pussy on a daily, I’d never been so eager to taste one, let alone have it on a platter like this.
But fuck it, this was my wife. A random could never and that was solid facts.
However, it was time to stamp new territory.
Shit, if I was being honest, she might fuck around and leave a nigga addicted. Straight fiend out.
Closing her legs on me, she flipped upright and proceeded to climb the pole once more.
I admired her body the entire time. Clover was bad, and she knew it.
Shawty held onto the pole as she spun around it walking on air, letting me know real quick her strength wasn’t just for show.
The thought of another nigga ever thinking he would witness this shit here low key pissed me off.
Fuck around and find his ass floating in the hull of my cruise ship.
Shaking off my murderous thoughts, I watched my wife hit another trick that damn near had a nigga drooling. The second she looked down at me and winked, I knew what time it was. Baby flipped down the pole ‘til she was face down ass up in front of me.
Immediately catching her by the waist, I said, “Let go, Clover.” It wasn’t no back talk or debate, she just obeyed with a sly smirk.
Talking ‘bout doing something to a nigga. That small gesture had my dick on brick ready to do lil’ baby dirty in this muthafucka.
Her mouth was reckless as hell, but I was more than equipped to fuck her ass a new attitude and cancel out all rah-rah.
Any nigga with sense could see she was attitudinal because she lacked vitamin D.
My shit was damn near begging to be freed, and I was on the same type of timing. “Act like you know what the fuck going on and touch them pretty ass toes,” I demanded.
Once again, there was no objection while she followed instructions. Within seconds, I was ass naked with wood in tow admiring the view. The dimples in her lower back were pierced with diamond studs housing a four-leaf clover in the middle.
So that’s where I got Clover from.
Positioning my thick mushroom head at her opening, I started easing my way inside. “Unt uhn nigga. Strap—” She was cut off with raw dick. Always wanting to be in control not realizing a nigga like me wasn’t going for it. All that bullshit she was trying to spit was quickly replaced with moans.
“Damn, what happened? Dick got yo’ tongue?” I taunted.
“It’s… cat. Ooouuuu shit!”
Last word having ass. I promise this dick ‘bout to change all that.
I started stroking her shit to the point I damn near threw my fuckin’ back out. I had a point to prove though, and I had every intention of doing so. She was reaching behind her pushing on my stomach. I had her where I wanted her.
“Ssss, hold up. Damn!”
Swatting her hand away, I said “Nah. A nigga got to show yo’ ass ain’t shit pussy back here. Now, what got yo’ tongue? What got you so goddamn wet? Huh?” I asked.
“That dick baby,” she cried out.
“Who dick?”
“Yourssssss!”
Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her up so I could have a quick word.
“Correction. This all yours, Mrs. Greek.” She held onto the pole for balance as I pounded that gushy shit from the back.
She tried repositioning herself for better foundation, but I wasn’t budging.
I had her ass on them toes taking straight pipe.
She was outdoing Jamie Foxx by this time. I had her singing for a nigga with pleasure. The more I dipped and long stroked that pussy, the more juices it spit out. Running her mouth was gon’ get her fucked like this every time. I could only entertain attitude for so long.
“Fuck! What you doing to meeee?” she squealed as I constantly attacked her g-spot.
“Fuckin’ my wife. You gon’ fuck me back or keep asking questions?” For the first time tonight, I had her ass on mute. “That’s what the fuck I thought. Throw that ass back and shut the fuck up,” I said bringing my hand down on her right cheek so hard I knew that shit was on fire.
“You curly-haired bastard… that fuckin’ hurt!”
I smacked the other one with the same force before saying, “Be a big girl and take that shit. You stole my last name; you had to know it was consequences to that. Now hold that pole, I got something for yo’ mean ass.”
She followed my command gripping it tightly.
Shifting my angle, all ten inches with a dangerous curve applied pressure exactly where needed.
Every time she thought I was easing up, I slung this muthafucka with conviction, hitting that g-spot like I had it mapped out.
This hook was gon’ tighten that ass up every damn time.
I was giving her everything a nigga had.
No hesitation, no second-guessing, no lacking.
I knew I was putting it down and ain’t need validation from a fuckin’ soul.
This was my wife, and I was serving rare dick ‘cause it wasn’t nan bitch out there that could say she was fucked the same.
Plus, her body was telling me everything I needed to know.
We damn sho’ shared a moment of ecstasy.
“Im ’bout to—” she broke off, gripping that pole like it was the only thing holding her
together. I knew she was ready to cum for a nigga by the way her walls kept contracting ‘round my shaft.
“Yeah, I know. Paint this shit then, Ma.” And just like that, her body gave in, tightening, shaking, and betraying her completely.
Normally, I could hold out and keep going, but the feel of Clover was everything a nigga needed to lose control. I met my wife at them gates. “Em s?p lên ??nh r?i, tình yêu c?a em. (I’m ‘bout to cum, my love.)”
Holding onto her waist, I shot the club up with no remorse. To be frank, I wasn’t butting nowhere but in her. She was the only woman deserving of it and the only woman I saw myself fucking raw from this day forward. This was soul tied and she ain’t even know it.
We both stood there breathing hard as fuck trying to gain some composure.
My dick had yet to detach from her waterpark.
However, everything in the room finally began to spin.
I didn’t know if it was the substances I abused for the night was finally starting to kick in or what, but I was slowly but surely losing self-control.
“We not done nigga. Sit down and give Big Mama some more,” she demanded pushing me down onto the seat still positioned in front of the stage. It wasn’t like I could object, after all, this was my wife.