That fucking ass of hers, those hypnotizing eyes, them sexy-ass lips, her soft, curvy hips…and oh, fuck. The way she talked all dirty ‘n’ shit in whatever language she’d spoken in his ear.
It had his head spinning.
He wanted to blame his current predicament on Lana’s ass for being all stingy with the pussy. But the shit was all on him. He knew it. And it made him feel like such an ass. He’d screwed up. Not her.
Now he’d have to crawl up in bed with her and look her in the face and hope like hell she never asked him if he’d cheated on her. Getting head was one thing. But straight up fucking another broad was a whole other thing. He’d be forced to give her the truth. Raw.
The way he’d given it to Nairobia.
He groaned.
Fuck.
Muhfucka, you all kinds of crazy! Goin’ in raw. What the fuck is wrong wit’ you, yo? He swallowed back the memory of how deep he’d felt inside her. So damn deep. The way he’d driven into her hard and fast. And how wet and hot she’d felt around him.
He shook his head, and cursed under his breath.
The bitch obviously knew she affected him.
He dragged a hand over his face.
He needed something to relax him. Badly.
And then it hit him.
He hadn’t smoked in over a month. That coupled with not getting pussy on the regular was what had him on edge. Had him vulnerable…and all fucked up.
He needed a blunt.
He let out a breath and closed his eyes tight. Everything about what went down up in Nairobia’s office was all types of wrong. But the pussy felt so good. The way she’d opened up to him. Took in his massive curve. Grew wetter around him. The way her touch had his body on fire. No broad had ever made his blood boil the way she had. The way she always did, from the minute he’d laid eyes on her.
All that shit felt so fucking right at that moment, no matter how dead wrong he was for having her pressed up against the wall like that. No matter how much he enjoyed being inside her. The shit was wrong. Dead wrong.
But, oh so fucking good!
He opened his eyes again, and when he looked back into the mirror, he hated what he saw even more. Fucking clients wasn’t his M.O. Not usually.
But he’d done it twice already. With two separate clients.
And with either of them, he did nothing to stop it. They’d asked for it. And he wanted to give it to them.
But this time was different. He had a girl.
Shit.
Not for long, though, if she didn’t start fucking him right. In the streets, Lamar could be ruthless. Gully. And dangerous. But there was another side of him when it came to women, especially the ones he took an interest in. He’d give them the shirt off his back if they needed it. And he’d gladly give them his hard dick, on call, if they wanted that too. Anything they needed, anything they wanted, he’d make it happen. No questions asked.
He leaned in and splashed cold water on his face. He had to get his head in the game. He had a job to do tonight. There was no time to let this shit fuck up his paper. Period. He reached for one of the white complimentary face cloths and dried his face, then shut the water off. He stared at his reflection again. He thought back on the first time he’d linked up with Pasha. She’d sucked his dick like no other female had in his life. She’d spun his top so good that he’d come in her mouth in less than eight minutes, then had staggered backward, collapsing on her bed.
He clenched his jaw. Nairobia and Pasha both had a way with making him nut fast. The shit wasn’t a good look.
I ain’t no fuckin’ minuteman!
Lamar’s cell buzzed in his front pocket. Pulling it out, he sighed. Speaking of the devil in designer heels. His voice was hoarse when he answered, “Yo?”
“Well, hello, stranger,” she said sweetly. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. Thought I’d give you a call to let you know you were being thought of.”
His expression hardened. “Yo, Pasha. Why the fuck you put me on to this broad, yo?”
She blinked, taken aback by his harsh tone. Then her eyes widened. “Ohmygod, no.” She gasped. “Tell me you didn’t…”
He hesitated.
“Yo, my dick got hard,” he said, sighing. “What the fuck else was I supposed to do when all she does it flaunt all that ass up in my face?”
“You take a cold shower. You go home to your woman,” she ticked off. “You lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off.”
“Yeah, fuck a cold shower. And fuck a bathroom stall, yo. And Lana’s dumb-ass not fuckin’ this week. So what the fuck was I s’posed to do? I needed my dick in somethin’ wet.”
Pasha laughed, not surprised that Nairobia had finally had her way with him. She just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. She thought Lamar would be able to resist temptation. Then again…he hadn’t been able to resist her, either, when she’d summoned him to her, the first time. “Ohmygod, you’re a mess,” she said.