“Open up for me.”
She parts her lips, and I slide my fingers into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she eagerly sucks my cum off them, and when I push them in deeper, she loosens her jaw and takes them to the very back of her throat.
“Fucking perfect.” I pull my hand back, then bring her closer before crashing my mouth to hers.
She tastes and smells like me, and kisses me back like I’m her only source of sustenance.
I let go of her throat and pull her flush against me, then sit down on the floor. She straddles me and continues kissing me, bunching my hair up in a painful grip.
“God, I wish your dead mother is watching us right now from whatever pit of hell she’s in,” I say, then bite her bottom lip before sucking on it.
“Imagine her body turning in her fucking grave, restless at the sight of us soiling hercashmerecarpet,” Cignette adds, then laughs.
I snort, then chuckle. “I’m sure we make a hot sight, though, so at least there’s that.”
She smiles down at me, and it’s the kind of thing that tugs at you; moves something inside you because it means more than you can put into words.
“Thebest,” she corrects me, then presses her lips to mine, engulfing me in her warmth.
63.
Let me set the scene for you before I tell you what’s happening right now. Or better yet, what me, Solo, the crew, and Maverick areenduringin this moment. By the hands of my goddess of a girlfriend, of course.
The 7 of us are at Eddie’s VIP club,Indulgence, and Cignette has downed one too many drinks, despite Maverick and I’s attempts at stopping her. She wanted to treat us all with a night out in Downtown, but all she’s been doing since we’ve gotten here, is drink.
And…now she’ssinging. Horrendously, too, if the buzzing in my ears is any indication.
“And I keep dancing with my, eye-eye-eye-eyes, eye-eye-eye-eyes clooooooosed.”
I’m sitting on one of the velvet couches in one of the private rooms atIndulgence, with Cignette’s head on my lap, and her mouth merely inches away from my innocent eardrums. My life’s absolutely perfect, thank you so much for asking.
I guess her current state is also a byproduct of her losingLureto Chase’s stubbornness. She told me earlier that her account had been credited with a huge sum, and even though it’s sort of a reassurance that Chase lived up to his promise of giving CigsLure’smoney, I understand how it must have hurt her. The finality of it all, I mean.
And let’s not forget about everything that happened with Riley and Miranda a few days ago. That’s a mental scar I know she’ll always carry with herself, despite what she says. I can tell she’s grieving in her own way, and I can understand that there’s this inner turmoil that she’s experiencing, but to say that I’m feeling it the way she must be feeling it, would be a lie. And it’s because I’m not like her. A monster never mourns, so I’m pretty much an illiterate in this field. But I’m here for her, and if she needs anything, I’ll do my best to give it to her.
“Cause everywhere I look, I still see youuuuu,” Cignette continues to sing, then laughs and hiccups. Her white cocktail dress has risen a little, exposing her thighs, and her heels are all but dangling off the couch’s edge.
“Someone please stop this train wreck,” Solo mumbles, then downs a shot.
“It won’t stop until she falls asleep. Trust me, I’ve tried in the past,” Maverick says.
“Let the poor woman enjoy her money, people,” Alex adds. “Being rich means she can do whatever she wants.”
“That shouldn’t involve her making us deaf, babe,” Jayce remarks.
“Whoever told her she can sing is the dumbest fuck in the world,” Varsha remarks.
“I think she just assumes she’s Solange when she’s intoxicated,” Maverick tells us, making us laugh.
“There is so much wrong with that sentence,” Alex says, then shakes his head. “But I’ll let it pass since we’re all so drunk.”
Varsha raises her glass, and the rest of us follow.
I lean back on the couch and take a drink of my bourbon, and almost spit it back out when Cignette sings another line from Ed Sheeran’s latest single.
“God, I need to be more inebriated if I’m to continue to endure this shit,” I mutter. I then snatch the shot glass Solo has just picked up, and chug it, letting the vodka burn my throat and chest.
Cignette shifts on my lap, then groans and sits up. With her hair knotted on the side of her head, and her eyelids drooped, she looks completely fucked up. And adorable.
