Najee’s bitching had Orielle so weak with laughter. “Don’t let me ruin your day. It was such a good one.”
“You laughing and got jokes but okay,” Najee said, having something for her ass when he pulled up.
He was going to see if she could crack a smile while he broke her back in. Knowing her, she probably could. Snickering, Orielle bit her fingernail.
“Okay. See you when you get here. Drive safely!”
It was nice to know that he didn’t play about her and what they meant to one another. She couldn’t wait to suck him dry and then go sit in front of his family and celebrate with them likehe hadn’t just fucked her brains lose. Tonight was about to be a blast!
11
“TONIGHT FEELS LIKE I MANIFESTED IT.”
For once in a long time, Orielle had a weekday off. She’d been on the go for what seemed like months and she didn’t think twice about taking a break. She preferred to take a day to herself during the week, considering most of her group yoga sessions were on the weekends when people had more free time. After a rough week, there was nothing like releasing it all through stretching.
She took full advantage of her time, having a self-care day that started with an hour-long soak in the tub while she deep conditioned her hair. Then, she let it air dry. There was nothing relaxing about blow drying a head full of hair, so she didn’t even bother with it.
After her nail appointment for a fresh pedicure and new acrylic set, she ordered Chinese food and rotted away on the couch while watching reruns of her favorite shows and catching up on Pour Minds episodes with Drea and Lex.
The best friend duo reminded her so much of her and Cheyla, it was easy to binge. Zoey was her best friend, too, but she wasmuch tamer than her girls. And there was nothing wrong with that. The only time Orielle picked up her phone was to respond to Najee’s text and clear her notifications on Instagram.
Ever since the gala, which turned out to be an event she already planned to attend and donate to next year, Orielle’s phone had been ringing off the hook. Before she could leave the building of Peace Haven that evening, she exchanged contact information with so many people. One woman had even asked her to sing at her wedding.
The love she was shown was never taken for granted, and she appreciated Ashley so much for the opportunity. Although it was her mama who put the bug in her ear about reaching out, Janelle hadn’t even shown up to support her. Orielle didn’t even know why she expected her to.
Thinking she’d spend her entire day doing absolutely nothing was comical. When Cash called inquiring about her presence at his birthday dinner in two hours, Orielle had to pretend she hadn’t forgotten. He’d been such a great friend and an even better producer for her, and she wouldn’t miss his trip around the sun no matter how much she didn’t feel like getting dressed.
Najee and his hunger to taste her would be the reason she was late, though. Just as she stepped out of the shower, he called to be let in the door. Now, he had her bent over the sink in her bathroom, like she didn’t still need to find something to wear.
Greeting him at the door with nothing but a towel on was her second mistake. The first one had been sending him an invisible ink picture of her in the bubble-filled tub earlier. Najee had been thinking about blowing her back out all day while at work.
“Baaaaby,” Orielle whined as he ate her pussy from the back. “You said give you five minutes.”
Najee knew what he said. There was no need for the reminder. He made a loud slurping noise, suckling her clit, and spoke with his mouth full. “Give me five more.”
Delivering a slap to her ass, he helped lower her leg from the sink before sitting down on the bench behind him. “Touch them toes, and you better keep your balance.”
In any other conditions, Najee’s request would’ve been met. Orielle’s body was supple, and she had excellent stability, but she was no match for Najee’s pussy eating skills. If she ran from anything, it’d be his lethal tongue, not his dick. She’d gotten used to the way it filled her up, but unfortunately, she still hadn’t found the screws he had knocked loose the week prior.
With her back arched and ass in the air, Najee had his way with her. Her appreciative moans were always a joy to hear—literal music to his ears. Her pretty voice, pretty face, and prettier soul would always be his undoing.
Like the freak she was, Orielle bounced her cheeks against his face. She struggled to keep her feet planted, and the task became much more difficult once he stood and slid inside of her. He gripped her hip and fisted her hair she had tossed into a ponytail. Orielle’s eyes fluttered as she stared at him through the mirror.
“How much time I got?” Najee asked.
Orielle had no clue. Five minutes had turned into ten, and ten had probably turned into twenty fooling with him. She kept eye contact while tightening her walls and smirked as he bit into his bottom lip. The way he was staring at her made Orielle’s heart skip a beat. It was a blend of lust, love, and appreciation all wrapped into one.
“Mhmmm,” she hummed. “You love this pussy?”
Groaning, Najee squeezed her hip and dropped his head back. “You know I do. Keep squeezing my shit.”
She did as she was told, and his thrusts quickened. Her mouth formed an O as he went stroke for stroke. If Orielle didn’t know any better, she’d think he hated her with the way he was fucking her. A sob caught in her chest and throat when his handrubbed over her bundle of nerves. Wetness trickled out of her, coating him like a rainstorm.
“G...,” Orielle moaned.
No, she sang his moniker. Hitting an octave that made him lose it. His nut snuck up on him so quickly, he almost didn’t have time to pull out, but he did, then he was the one who needed to be told to keep his balance once Orielle dropped to her knees, greedily taking him into her mouth.
“Gotdamn,” he hissed, as his toes cracked.
