He chuckled, and she admired his face. His cut was fresh, and his waves made her seasick. His chocolate tatted skin was smooth, and she wondered how she would feel up against his chest. Probably small and protected. Danger seeped from him. She could spot a hood nigga a mile away. She grew up in the hood with a single mother, so she wasn’t scared of the shit, but she wondered what exactly Biggie did to afford over six thousand dollars on a random food truck at the drop of a dime.
“What you doin’ after this?” he asked as she and Winter started the process of cleaning the truck so it would be good to go the following day.
“I’m going home,” she replied.
“I got this,” Winter said; a mischievous gleam in her pretty dark eyes. Winter was light-skin and petite with a slim figure, and her pretty brown hair was straightened and in a low bun at the nape of her neck. “Get out of here.”
“Wh… and go where?”
“With me,” Biggie said, winking up at Winter as she nodded back with a smile on her face as if they were in cahoots.
Tuesday looked between the two, putting her hand on her right hip; her weight shifted to one side. “Who said I wanted to go with you in the first place?”
“I did,” he replied, cockily, as if that made all the sense in the world. It pissed her off that it actually did because she wanted to go with him. She just didn’t want to seem too thirsty.
“Girl, if you don’t go with that man I’ll beat your ass. He just bought out this whole night to spend time with you. Show that nigga some appreciation,” Winter mumbled.
Tuesday giggled because she knew exactly what kind ofappreciationWinter was talking about. She bit her lip as she looked back at Biggie, who waited patiently for her. Finally, she let out a sigh and said, “Okay, damn. Thanks Win. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yep,” Winter hummed.
Tuesday rolled her eyes, making her way down the five truck steps. When she walked up to Biggie, she felt exactly as expected—small and like nothing in the world could touch her.
“I got a room. You comin’?” He questioned with a hiked brow.
Tuesday blushed and tried not to think about the fact that she was about to have a one night stand with a nigga she didn’t know as she followed him to hisMatte Black Ford F-150truck.
Stumbling into the hotel room, the two felt each other up. As soon as Tuesday hopped up into that big truck of his, they both knew what time it was. Biggie kept his large tatted hand on her thigh the entire time they drove, inching it closer to her pussy with each minute that passed.
In the elevator of theHilton Hotel, she mentally said fuck it and attacked his lips with hers, relishing in the feel of him. Now that they were in this luxurious hotel room, Biggie couldn’t get her clothes off quick enough. By the time they made it to the huge bed, Tuesday was naked, and Biggie was down to his black boxers briefs.
“Lay yo’ fine ass down. Let me see you.”
“Wait,” Tuesday said, rushing to the bathroom. She quickly washed her coochie, coming back out.
Getting on the bed, she laid on her back, spreading her legs, giving Biggie the perfect view of her… all of her. She normally wasn’t this bold, but something about Biggie and his imposing presence made her follow his every command.
“Damn,” he breathed when she reached down and rubbed her pointer finger over her clit.
Swatting her hand away, he made her scoot up to make room for him and wasted no time placing his head between her legs.
Her hand found the back of his head as she caressed his waves; her back, arching into him.
“Fuck… Wallis.”
He liked that she used his government name. She was lucky she even had it, honestly. He didn’t give that information out to just anyone. She’d caught him slipping and peeped the shit from his card, but he wasn’t mad. Not like he would’ve been if someone else had pulled the same stunt.
Twirling his tongue around her clit, his fingers kneaded her nipples, simultaneously. Pulling her closer to his mouth, Biggie separated her legs. Using two fingers, he opened her lips, focusing on her clit with the tip of his tongue. Licking up and down her slit, Biggie planted kisses on her bud before gently sucking it into his mouth.
Tuesday squirmed above but she kept her legs wide open.
“I’m ’bout to cum,” she breathed; her stomach caved as she came in his mouth.
Biggie circled her clit, before licking every drop, including the inside of her walls.
Not letting her catch her breath, he kissed up her body before planting his lips on hers, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he panted, hovering above her as he shifted his briefs off.
