The dress she was wearing was spaghetti strapped, and the titties sat up nicely. When she picked up her hand to point, I caught a glimpse of the big ass rock that was on her ring finger. Her nigga had to love her because the rock on her finger was huge, and I know that it had to cost a pretty penny.
“You married? Your husband know you knocking on my door at this time of the night, asking me to put my name on your titties?” I asked her, and my question made her smile.
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?” her slick ass asked me.
I chuckled at that, as she stepped even closer to me. We were so close to each other right now, that she could feel my erection touching her. I took the top off the marker that she’d given to me, and right there, I put my signature on her left breast, smiled at my handiwork, and I handed the marker back to her.
“Can I see what that shit look like from the back? Please?” I asked.
It’s as if she wanted to show it to me just as badly as I wanted to see it because she quickly stepped back, and she turned to the side, giving me a side view of it first. She didn’t have a stomach. There wasn’t a stomach in sight, which is crazy because her assjust had a fuckin baby eight months ago. To see that illusion of having no stomach, and then the way that ass dramatically poked out in the short dress that she was wearing, was enough for me to get down on my knees and start barking like a damn dog.
When she turned around, showing it to me from the back, all I could do was clap in appreciation. I’ve been away from that view for four days. I tried to feed into this role play shit with her for as long as I could, keeping up the act that she was just some crazy ass fan, but that view from behind made me break character, pulling her ass into me, making her back crash against my chest.
“Damn baby. I was trying to stay in character for you, but you broke a nigga. Where the fuck you get this dress from? Buy like twenty more of these bitches,” I said into her ear, making her laugh.
My hands gripped her waist, holding onto her for dear life, not wanting to let her go. I still felt like I was dreaming, so I was trying to soak up every second of this shit.
“You like it daddy? I don’t remember where I got it from. I’m sure I used your card to pay for it though,” she let me know.
“Take it again and buy a few more. I’m so happy to see you. Damn Toni. Can I get some kisses or something? I missed you baby,” I couldn’t even hide the fact that I was a straight simp when it came to her ass.
I was damn near in this hallway about to shed tears because she surprised me with her arrival. All week, she had been telling me that she wished she was able to come up here with me, but she had lectures at school, and she was preparing her students for finals that was set to happen next week. She told me that it was no way possible that she would be able to fly out here to be with me, so to see her right here in the flesh, doing what she said she couldn’t do, that shit made me happy.
She turned around in my arms, reached her arms up, so that she could put them around my neck, while mine went for her ass. That kiss that I had been wanting all week, she put it on me. I kissed her with my eyes closed, hands caressing her ass, and squeezing onto it too. In the middle of the kiss, I lifted her up, keeping her dress pulled down in the back, so that her ass wasn’t all out in the hallway, and for about a minute straight, I allowed myself to just soak up this moment, getting lost in the kiss, trying to shove my tongue down her damn throat. Toni was the one to eventually break the kiss, and when she did, her lips went for my neck, where she placed soft kisses, and bites.
Not wanting to put her down, I walked over to her luggage, that had her purse, and coat still on top of it, and I pulled it into the hotel, dragging it over to the door, and I finally closed the door behind us.
“Where my kids at?” I asked, carrying her over into the living room area. I took a seat down on the couch, letting her sit on my lap, where she straddled me.
“Lani is with my mom, and I took Zayne to your parents. Steel, it’s freezing in here,” she complained, doing exactly what I knew she would do once I got her inside.
The balcony door was cracked open in here, and then in the bedroom, I had it wide open, so the cool air was creeping inside, but that’s how I liked it. Toni hated being cold though. It was in the 30’s right now in Vegas.
“Where Brook?” I asked, not entertaining her telling me that she was cold because I knew that with what I was getting ready to do to her, that she was going to warm up soon.
“With my mom too,” she told me, and I nodded, just glad to hear that my three were somewhere safe.
Brooklyn didn’t belong to me, but I treated her like she did. I didn’t just treat her like she was Toni’s niece. I stepped up, and Iwas a father figure to her. There wasn’t anything that I would do for Lani, and Zayne, that I wouldn’t do for Brooklyn.
“Your scary ass got on a plane by yourself?” I asked, and she chuckled because she knew that I was telling the truth. Toni will get on a plane, but she had to take shots before takeoff.
“I sure did. I missed you. I got in touch with Manuel, and he flew me out here. I used your card for that too, so be on the lookout for that charge as well,” she voiced, lifting her hands, putting them up under the hoodie that I was wearing, and she raked her long nails up, and down my hard abs. Manuel was our private pilot. I’ve been doing business with him for years.
“What made you come see me? You was talking all that shit earlier in the week, saying how you had too much shit going on to come, and see me,” I exaggerated, and she groaned at what I said, along with playfully rolling her eyes at me.
“Zion, stop! I told you that I had lectures all week, and I couldn’t get the time to fly up. I gotta leave first thing in the morning though. I have to make it to my 3:00 o’clock lecture. I’m here for a good time. Not a long time, baby. You gotta put on your best performance with me tonight. Take me through there with that dick,” she shot, and I laughed.
“Take you through there, and you still gone get up in the morning to fly back to Miami? I would love to see that. You might as well get in touch with one of your teaching assistants right now and have them cover for you tomorrow. I’m about to put you through the motha fuckin mattress. Ain’t no way you getting up in the morning to do anything. Ima purposely make sure that your ass don’t leave,” I talked shit, picking my right hand up, so that I could slap her on her ass.
She knew that everything that I was saying was true, which is why she didn’t have a response for it.
She stood up from my lap, and she picked her right foot up, sitting it in my lap, and I knew that that was her way of telling meto take her heel off for her. I sat up, took the buckle off the YSL heel that she was wearing, and I slid it off. I sat it down on the floor, and she switched her foot, giving me her left one, that she sat in my lap, and I took that one off too. She tried to remove that foot once I had her shoe off, but I wouldn’t let her.
I used my fingers to drag them up, and down her leg. Each time I went up with my fingers, I would inch closer to her thighs. With Toni, everything was about breathing. Her breathing would switch up, and that’s when I always knew that I had her right where I wanted her.
I liked her to always feel like she knew my next move, when she really didn’t. She expected me to continue dragging my fingers up, and down her leg, but I caught her ass off guard, ripping the stockings that she was wearing, and like a typical nigga that always knew the short cut to some pussy, I was quick with sliding her panties to the side, and my fingers were brushing against her bare pussy.
“Hmmmm,” she moaned, putting her hands down on my shoulders, needing to have some kind of support to deal with me, and the shit that I came with.
