She bobbed her head while never breaking eye contact, never gagging and sucking like she was trying to remove the melanin from his pole. She didn’t stop until he was coming, and then slurped every last drop out of him.
Najee’s grip on her ponytail was so tight, he promised to massage her scalp later on. In no way was he trying to stop her from sucking him off, but he had to hold onto something. Orielle was a beast with it, and Najee was planning other ways he could make her life better. Whatever she wanted was hers, and he meant that.
Freakily, Orielle removed him from her warm mouth and patted him against her tongue before kissing his mushroom tip. She gave him one last agonizing lick that made his knees buckle, before Najee pulled her up.
“You must not be trying to go to that dinner,” he said with his chest heaving.
She smirked. “I am, and you’re going to go in there and let me get dressed in peace, so that I won’t be late, right?”
Najee nodded. He was going to do whatever the fuck she told him to do, and that was just how Orielle liked it. He stood there dumbfounded. While he may have thought he was running the show, Orielle owned the network and canceled all his little plans he may have had. Lovingly, she kissed his lips.
“Right.” She smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Najee groaned and shook his head as she stepped around him and cut the shower back on.Ain’t no way she just sucked the nut out of me like that, then called me Daddy. Our kids still sliding down her throat,he thought, in disbelief.
By the time Orielle was dressed and spritzed herself with her third and brand new bottle of Devotion Intense by Dolce & Gabbana, Najee was in her bed snoring. Smiling, she opened her camera app and snapped a few pictures of him.
“Baby,” she called out, hovering over him.
Najee startled out of his sleep, slowly peeling his eyes open. Wiping them, he yawned and rolled over so he could face her.
“Scoot back. Let me see how good you look,” he told her.
Blushing, Orielle stepped back some, giving him a view of her last-minute outfit. There wasn’t anything rushed about it. She looked so good, he couldn’t help but hype her up in a way a man who loved how you looked could without doing too much, but just enough.
“A’ight, Pretty Girl. Don’t get somebody fucked up, tonight.”
She smirked, moving a curl that fell into her face. The monochromatic burgundy theme she went for consisted of a cropped fur coat, a semi-transparent long-sleeved turtleneck, high-waisted shorts, sheer tights, and pointed-toe heels. All the shades varied, but blended beautifully, with none overpowering the others. She looked damn good and she knew it. Her face was glowing, and it had nothing to do with her makeup or skincare routine. You glowed brighter when every piece of you was properly cared for by a real man. Orielle was shining from the inside out.
“I won’t. I shouldn’t be gone too long. But I’ll let you know if we decide to go somewhere else,” she explained.
“Go have fun, baby. No need to rush back here. I ain’t going anywhere.”
His words held a double meaning that she caught and didn’t overanalyze. Najee was in her bed, rubbing his feet together and inhaling the vanilla scent that clung to her linen because that’s where he wanted to be.
“Okay,” she simpered. “I cooked earlier, if you get hungry.”
“A’ight. Real quick, before you go... can you clear your schedule next weekend?”
Orielle’s brows dipped. “Um, I’ll have to see. Why?”
“I wanna take you somewhere for a few days. I was gonna surprise you, but your ass be busier than I do.”
She chuckled. “True. I’ll rearrange some things and let you know.”
“Thank you.” He yawned, tossing the covers from his frame and standing from the bed so he could walk her to the door. “Dig in my pocket and grab that money. It’s a Black truck waiting for you downstairs.”
She retrieved the bills from his denim and smiled. “Oooh. Not a get the Echelon special door service.”
“Always. You fucking with the boss, baby. That’s all it’ll ever be,” Najee said, kissing her neck.
Orielle couldn’t stop smiling. He’d told her to stay out and have fun, but she was already thinking of new ways she was going to ride his dick when she returned. He deserved a special type of treatment, too.
Had he known that taking Orielle to one of her favorite R&B singers’ concerts would make her this happy, Najee would’ve bought tickets for every show long before now.
When he asked Orielle to clear her schedule, Najee had already secured the flights, room, and concert tickets. It wasn’t about her saying yes to going; he knew she would. It was a matter of whether she could get away. He’d honestly gotten lucky because the clients she did have scheduled, surprisingly, didn’t mind rescheduling.
It wasn’t just her schedule that Najee had to worry about. The conditions with his parole weren’t as strict as they could’ve been, but traveling to another state without permission was a restriction he wasn’t willing to violate. It didn’t matter that his parole officer was proud of the progress he had made since being released. The system was still the system.
