Her hands land on top of my head and she rakes her fingers over my hair. “Why? I wanted to climb into this chair and watch one with you,” she says.
Dying to touch, suck, kiss, and fuck her, I snake my hands up the back of her legs up to her perfect ass. When she leans in and kisses the top of my head, I kiss her belly button then swirl my tongue around her ring.
“Instead of watching a movie, let’s make our own,” I say and she grins.
“That’s what’s on your mind?”
“Hell yeah. You in this lil shit, smelling all good, and looking edible as fuck, I can’t process or think about nothing else.”
“Me either,” she says, then winks.
Her hands move from my head to the sides of my face. Starting with my forehead, she plants kisses down my face. When she reaches my lips, she kisses me nastily while her hands move to my shirt. She tugs then starts pulling it up. To assist whatever she has on her sexy mind, I lift my arms. Once my shirt is off, she stares into my eyes for a moment.
My eyes question her next move, but all of my wonder disappears when she unbuttons my jeans. She drops to her knees, reaches into my boxers, and gently pulls my shit out.
“Fuck,” I groan at the sight of her hands wrapping around my dick and her licking her lips. “Shit.”
Taking her time, she runs her thumb across the tip then kisses it softly. When she takes the head into her pretty mouth, I damn near lose it. A groan falls out while my head falls back onto the chair. She covers my shit with her warm mouth next and I lose it. My hands grip the hell out of her braids as she devours my dick.
After blessing me with fire ass head in the theater room, Adore climbed on me and rode my dick like she owned it. Then we went into my bedroom and I buried myself in her sweet pussy. When we got up this morning, we showered together, got dressed and headed to Morningside. Since the music festival is basically all day, we met her homegirl Kandi and her husband, Chad, there at ten, but now we’re leaving.
“Chad is nice, right?” she asks.
“Yeah. He’s chill.”
“And Kandi? You liked her too, right? ’Cause she loves you already,” she gushes.
It’s very clear she and Kandi are super close and Kandi means a lot to Adora because she was a little anxious on the drive to the restaurant. She loosened up when Kandi hugged me as soon as we were introduced though. Kandi really is cool people, she and her husband.
“Yes. I like Kandi. She says some wild shit though,” I respond.
“All the damn time,” she gushes, pleased at my answer. “And thanks again for this and the VIP passes. Kandi loves A’so and is too excited to possibly meet him. And I can’t wait to hear Yara’s new single; supposedly she’s working on some new shit.”
“I just wanted you to have a good time today.”
“It’s been good since the shower,” she says with a simper.
My hand reaches over and lands on her thigh. I love touching her, so for the rest of our ride to the outdoor amphitheater, I caress it.
Traffic is pretty good until we reach the final turn for the theater. Her people are right behind me in their ride and they stay close as we follow the off-duty cops and signs leading us to parking. The whole damn city must be out because it’s packed. I’m barely creeping over ten miles per hour.
When we reach the VIP lot, we are stopped and I show our passes. This lot is closest to the theater. In fact, we can see the big ass tour buses of the major artists from here. It’s a day of music—R&B and rap—and the lineup is straight gas. Besides the majors like A’so, Yara, Samari, and Sol, local artists and the artists signed to A’so’s label, Trap Killerz, are also performing.
“You ready?” I ask when I kill the engine.
“Too ready,” she replies.
Chapter 16
Adora
“Mmm. My God, that feels good,” I moan as Xai works magic on my feet.
“You keep sounding like that and I’m going to rub something else,” he says, then nods.
“It’s your hands. While I’m well aware that they are divine, I didn’t know they would be this divine on my feet too. Mm.”
The Music Festival was every-freaking-thing. So many artists performed and Yara even premiered two new tracks from her upcoming album. Kandi and I sang along and rapped with damn near everybody. Between standing, singing and rapping, meeting Sol, Yara, and a new rapper named Fyre, and drinkingthree lemon drops, my voice is half gone and my feet are screaming.
