“I’d make this pussy cum back-to-back with just my tongue until it start having a mind of its own and cumming soon as it senses me close.” He blew in my ear.
His thick tongue flicked over my earlobe repeatedly.
“Oh!” I moaned out a little too loud for my liking.
“Ohhhh!” He mimicked me.
“Oh is fuckin’ right.” His hand came to a stop, but my hips kept bucking wildly. “Look at you, trying to chase a nut I’m not about to give you.” He teased.
“Mmm,” I whimpered, so close to my release.
“That pussy whining for me.” He pulled his hand away then slapped it hard between my legs. “It sucks that I ain’t gon’ let you clean it before we leave.”
“Please I—”
“Need to nut,” he cut me off sharply.
“Too fuckin bad…”
His teeth sunk into my earlobe, seconds later, he sucked the pain away. My entire body struggled to stay in place when he stepped away from me. I felt cold all over, the letdown was enough to make me want to crawl over glass before having to face him.
“Don’t ever test and play with a dog ass nigga like me that needs to feel something, Amaris… Now you gon’ be locked up in my guest room, listening to me fuck the shit out of the next bitch while you play in that pussy, wishing it was me.” He chuckled.
I turned so quick it felt like I caught a cramp in my side. Soon as my hand came up, his gun appeared, pointing right in my face.
“I’m gon’ keep my promise; grab some things and let’s go. Don’t ever attempt to put yo hands on me, Breasturant.”
“Fuck you! And stop calling me that!” I hissed through gritted teeth.
My stomach flipped annoyingly hard. I became grateful when he put his gun away then gave me his back.
“Hurry the fuck up, I know you gon’ want to see your dad before we leave.”
CHAPTER 10
Royal
A LESSON TO LEARN.
Maniac didn’t look like the cocky nigga that was so sure of himself when he asked for us to invest in his bullshit. He looked scared standing in the middle of his own living space with a busted lip along with fresh blood leaking on his white carpet.
Fear quickly made rich men look regular every single time. Brutal stood beside Amaris near the staircase with one hand wrapped around her upper arm, keeping her still enough for her father to see how real shit got from the slip of his mouth in the streets.
Amaris’s bull headed ass kept trying to pull away. She demanded for Brutal to get his hands off of her. I could see the annoyed look on Brutal’s face, but he remained calm and kept his hand in place.
“You a feisty ass broad,” Brutal murmured.
“Move bitch!” She tried to shrug him off again, failing to break free.
Her honeyed eyes flashed toward me next, and that bold shit right there almost made shit harder than it needed to be. Because she wasn’t looking at me like she was petrified how any other woman would have looked in the moment. This nutty ass girl looked at me like she was ready to challenge every obstacle I had in store for her ass, and that had my dick on brick mode.
Maniac took a step forward— a little too fast for my other guard, Tobari’s, liking. Tobari yanked Maniac back by the shoulder, pressing his nine-millimeter into the back of his bald shiny head.
“Roy please,” he cried out hoarsely. “Please. I’ll go get the money right now!”
I laughed dryly at that in disbelief. This greedy nigga never needed no money in the first place, but we entertained it since his personal matters was no concern for Luca and I. We only cared about making the investment back in tenfold. Maniac thought he was getting over. I was actually astonished that he felt bold enough to think shit would be sweet and easy. Men like him always thought money fixed disrespect after the damage had already spread.
I reached inside my suit jacket calmly while his breathing picked up harder. He probably thought I was reaching for a weapon. Instead, I pulled out my blunt that I had been needing to hit since seeing Amaris’s fat pussy from the back. The smell of her arousal haunted my senses. It took all the self-control within me not to take her fine thick ass down right inside of her closet.