3. Lavani #2
Weed truly was one of the best things ever.
After just four tokes, just like that my nervous system regulated, and I became lost in what was going on, on the television screen.
I passed the blunt back to Darius as he continued his conversation.
I was only half listening, but I didn’t think it was about business because he mentioned getting a haircut and the racetrack.
Darius passed the blunt back to me, and I truly felt like a lightweight because after four more tokes, I was floating.
I felt so damn good, I had the urge to smile, and there wasn’t even anything to smile about.
He went to the kitchen to grab us two bottles of water, and I’d never been so grateful for liquid in all my life. The cotton mouth was so real it had my tongue feeling thick. “Thank you.” As soon as I got the cap off, I was chugging water like it was my first time ever drinking it.
The weed and the movie had me in such a zone that I didn’t realize Darius was no longer on the phone. The weed obviously had him in a better mood because he tapped my thigh with the back of his hand. “Come here. With them lil’ ass shorts on.”
That was the moment I’d been waiting for. With a grin on my face, I climbed in his lap and once again, he shook his head. “Fuck you smiling for?” he mumbled.
Rather than responding with words, I eased my tongue past his lips and kissed him sensually and slowly.
His hands found my ass cheeks as he rubbed and palmed them.
I didn’t apologize with words. I did it with my mouth.
Pulling back from the kiss, I moved my mouth over to his neck and began to suck.
As dark as he was, there would be no way I could leave a passion mark, so I sucked more aggressively than I’d kissed him.
Moving my mouth back over, I kissed him again but this time, it was sloppy and deep.
“That’s how you feeling?” he mumbled taking my shirt off.
Darius cupped both breasts in his hands and took turns sucking each of my nipples.
The combination of the weed and his mouth had me about to cum just from sucking my nipples.
I wasn’t done apologizing, however. Easing off his lap, I settled between his legs and pulled his dick from his basketball shorts.
Darius eyed me with a gleam in his eyes as I gripped his thick tool.
Once I had him inside my mouth, I closed my eyes and zoned out. I lost all concept of time and gag reflex as I sucked the life out of him. When he grabbed my ponytail and whimpered slightly, it stroked my ego. I was wearing my real hair and the faster I sucked him the harder he gripped my hair.
“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “Let me get that pussy.”
I sucked the excess saliva off his member and stood up wiping my mouth.
As I sauntered into the bedroom, I knew I was about to put it on him in a way that I’d never put it on him before.
While he placed a condom on his dick, I undressed and got on his bed.
I placed the deepest arch in my back that I could assuming the position that I wanted him to hit it first in.
“You sure this how you want it?” Darius approached the bed. “’Cus yo’ ass is in trouble. This how you want it, you gon’ have to take it. You ready for that?”
I didn’t respond with words. I just made my ass bounce, and he chuckled. “Say less Ms. Bad Ass.”
He entered me slowly. It felt so good that my eyes closed as I pushed out a moan.
Biting my bottom lip, I savored every inch of him inside of me.
Darius gave me three, long, slow, deep strokes before he turned his savage up.
He gripped my waist and pounded in and out of me like he had a point to prove.
“Fuck,” I moaned as I grabbed a fistful of the comforter. I eased up a bit so just a little bit of him could come out of me, but he held me in place.
“Nah, bring that ass here. This what you wanted right?” Darius asked me in a smug tone.
Biting my lip harder, I attempted to take the thrusts like a big girl.
It was teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain.
I swore I felt him in my stomach. As soon as I was about to tap out, an orgasm so strong ripped through me that I lifted my head and pushed back into him.
I was so wet it felt like I peed, but I couldn’t stop.
Darius cursing and moaning behind me had me bouncing on the dick even more.
Maybe it was the weed, but I felt like I was cumming for the longest time.
I couldn’t stop jerking and moaning. Shit, it probably could have been called screaming.
Even after Darius pulled out of me, I was still shaking.
He flipped me over like I weighed nothing.
He stared down into my face with a slight smirk as he eased back into me.
I dug my nails into his back as he moaned in my ear.
Darius checked all the boxes. He was fine, treated me well, had money, he had a huge dick, and he knew how to use it.
Licking my lips, I wrapped my legs around Darius’ waist. “You still mad at me?” I asked in a sultry tone.
“You still gonna be questioning me about shit irrelevant ass bitches have to say?”
I shook my head, and he snaked his tongue into his mouth.
Darius kissed me through orgasm number two, and then he erupted into the condom with a loud moan.
I wouldn’t tolerate disrespect and if I had solid proof of him out in the streets doing too much, I’d handle it accordingly.
However, there was no way in hell I was letting bitter bitches and their salty friends mess this up for me.
“I’m getting one tonight,” Hailey announced as her eyes ping ponged around the club. “There are too many fine niggas up in here tonight, and I’m choosing.”
It had been three days since the incident at the nail shop.
I hadn’t talked to Darius all day, and I was trying not to feel a way about it.
I had to remind myself that he was a very busy man, and that maybe he was tied up.
But we had been talking every day since our date, and I had gotten used to it.
When Hailey asked me if I wanted to go out, I agreed and asked Lo if she wanted to come.
We were able to catch the mall before it closed, and I copped us all outfits and shoes.
Darius gave me money almost every day, and he’d never given me anything less than $1,000. My ass felt rich. If this was what it felt like to be spoiled, I never wanted it to end. How the hell was I ever supposed to go back to dating a broke man when Darius was coming up off this kind of bread?
I had on a simple black Bodycon dress that criss crossed across my chest and showed a nice amount of cleavage.
I’d put curly weave in my hair and cut it so that it stopped just above my shoulders.
Large gold hoops adorned my ears, and a gold watch was clasped around my wrist. On my feet were black and gold Yves Saint Laurent heels.
From the moment I walked to the entrance of the club, I was getting cat calls from men.
There were some cute ones for sure, but I wasn’t interested.
I knew I was messing up by acting like I was in a relationship when I wasn’t, but I liked Darius.
I liked him a lot, and I knew another man wouldn’t do it for me.
All I could do was hope I didn’t end up feeling and looking stupid for turning down advances from other men.
Money talked and bullshit walked. I knew one of the bottle girls because I’d braided her hair a few times, and I was able to buy a bottle for us despite not being twenty-one.
I swayed my hips to the rap song blaring through the speakers with a double shot of tequila in one hand and a Red Bull in the other. I really felt like that bitch.
“You wearing the hell out of that dress, baby.” I turned toward the voice and saw Tyriq and one of his friends. Tyriq’s eyes were trained on Lo, but his friend was eyeing me like I was a piece of meat, and he was a hungry predator. He was cute enough, but I wasn’t interested.
“Thank you,” I smiled politely hoping that he wouldn’t stick around and try to hold a conversation. I hoped for nothing, because he stepped closer and whispered in my ear.
“You got a man?”
“I actually do.”
“Damn.” He pulled back and licked his lips. “Your man let you out the house dressed like this?”
“I said I have a man. Not a father. I have one of those too, but he can’t even tell me what to wear, so the next nigga damn sure can’t.”