Chapter 4

Falisha pulled into the Bally’s Hotel and Casino where Lamar had made reservations. She stepped out of her dark blue Charger looking like a celebrity. Her thick thighs and phat ass barely fit into the Dolce & Gabbana dress she wore, and her large breasts were cupped just right, showing a lot but hiding the best part.

“Damn, Falisha!” Lamar said, coming out and meeting her at the door. “I guess you’re gonna be my eye candy for the night, too.” He smiled.

“Why not? You paid for it!” She snickered, throwing her arm up under his while they walked into the building.

Valet parking attendants took a minute to get her car out of the way. Everybody stopped to watch Falisha walk away, and it was worth all of the horns being blown by people who were trying to get their cars parked.

Lamar had the entire night planned for them, starting with dinner at an upscale restaurant inside the hotel, then a comedy show, and then on to the grand finale. “Check dis out,” he said, stopping her before they got all the way into the restaurant. “Tonight, all the friendship shit is out the door. Even if it’s only for this one night, you’re considered to be my wife for the night. You got me?” he asked, grabbing a hold of her waist.

Falisha looked up at him, threw her arms around his neck, and then leaned in to kiss him.

Her lips were so soft and tasted so sweet that Lamar’s dick started to get hard. He pulled back and just looked into her brown eyes for a moment.

“Yes, I understand, honey.” She smiled before leading him though the double doors.

Dinner was good, and the comedy show was even better. Lamar and Falisha talked about everything, and found out they had more in common than what they knew. Falisha had to be honest and admit that she was having a ball. She had been out on a lot of dates recently, but never really had this much fun. That was the difference between ballers and the average nigga on the streets. Ballers let their money do all of the talking. As long as they got the baddest bitch in the hood riding shotgun and could fuck whenever they wanted, it was cool. But with an average nigga, he couldn’t afford to let his money do the talking. He actually had to do all of the talking himself.

“These shoes is killing my feet,” Falisha said, walking up behind Lamar while he was at the craps table. “Can we go upstairs now?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Yeah, we can go,” he said in a soft voice, then turned around to face her.

After cashing in his chips, Lamar and Falisha made their way up to the room. This was the part of the night they both were waiting for and hoping that it ended even better than how the night had started off.

“Wait right here for a second,” Lamar said, stopping Falisha at the suite’s door.

She stood off to the side while Lamar went inside. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he opened the door. He grabbed her by the hand and led her into the Presidential suite.

Falisha looked around in awe at the many candles that lit up the room, and the rose petals covering the bed and floor. She laughed, not at Lamar but at how beautiful the room looked. She saw stuff like this happen on TV, but never did she experience it for herself. “What are you doin’, Lamar?” she asked while shaking her head.

“Nothing. I am just tryin’ to show you something different,” he said, leading her to the bathroom.

The bathroom was candlelit as well. Warm water was pouring into the Jacuzzi, and a bottle of Moscato sat in a bucket of ice next to the tub. It was breathtaking. This was definitely something new for Falisha. The hustlers she was used to messing with never took the time out to do anything like this.

“Go ahead and get you some ‘me time’ for about a half hour. I’ma hit the shower and wait for you out here,” Lamar said, walking over to the shower.

He was done with his shower in fifteen minutes, and had been waiting for Falisha to come out of the bathroom. When she finally did, she walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her body.

Lamar was standing by the entertainment system in nothing but a pair of boxers. His body was ripped to the core, and it looked sexy, especially with the many tattoos he had on his chest and stomach. Keith Sweat’s “Right and a Wrong Way” came through the speakers, setting the mood just right.

Falisha couldn’t stop blushing as she walked over to him. “Oh, wait!” she said, remembering that she had forgotten something. She walked over to her bag, reached in, and grabbed a wad of money. It was what she had left of the money he had given her, less her hair, nails, and clothing expenses. She walked back over to him and tried to put it in his hand, but he pulled away.

“That’s you,” Lamar said.

“No, no, no,” Falisha responded, walking up closer to him. “I don’t want it to be like that. I’ma keep it real with you, Lamar. You earned this pussy tonight, and I’m not gonna have it any other way,” she said, and tossed the money onto the entertainment cabinet.

She grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the bed. She pushed him onto the bed and then unraveled the towel from around her body.

Lamar’s dick got rock hard at the sight of it. Her titties sat up like she had implants, her stomach was flat with a little baby fat around the edges, and her kitty was shaved bald with a light strip of hair running to her belly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer so that he could kiss her stomach while she stood in front of him. Even her skin tasted sweet.

She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, leaned in, and kissed him softly on his lips. She tried to take over the show, but Lamar wasn’t going to let her.

He pulled her body up against his and then rolled her over onto her back. She chuckled because she saw that he had caught on. “It’s all about you tonight,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. He kissed and bit all over her neck, breasts, and stomach like he was eating a ripe peach. Her skin was so soft. He let his tongue slide down her thigh then bit down on the inner part of it. A trail of warm, wet kisses traveled to the lips of her kitty. He began French kissing it while guiding his tongue in and out of her tunnel.

“Damn, boy!” Falisha moaned, grabbing the back of his head with one hand and a handful of her titty with the other.

Lamar cocked her legs back so that he could dig his tongue deeper inside of her. He flicked his tongue at a slow pace while the rest of his mouth pressed up against her vaginal lips.

“Oooooohhhh, shit!” she moaned, feeling her first orgasm coming on. She looked down at Lamar’s head swaying side to side. She grabbed the back of it and pushed his mouth, face, and tongue deeper into her nectar box. Her legs locked up around his cranium, damn near suffocating him with her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, just as Lamar curled his tongue up to hit her G-spot. “Ooohhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned, reaching her peak.

It was like somebody cut open a water balloon the way that her fluids splashed into Lamar’s mouth. His whole face was soaked, but he continued licking and sucking her juices up like it was slop. Dis bitch’s cum even tastes sweet, he thought while looking up at the pleasure written all over her face.

“Ooohhhhhh, myyyy God!” she yelled out again, feeling another orgasm erupting as Lamar continued to French kiss her clit. This time you could actually hear the bones in her legs cracking as they locked up.

By the time Lamar picked his head up from below, it looked like his face took a milk bath. With no time to waste, he used the comforter on the bed to wipe his face off.

Falisha tried to roll over into the fetal position, but Lamar was on point, rolling her over onto her back. “Don’t run from me,” he said, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to him. He slid his seven-inch member inside of her, going as deep as he could. What he lacked in length, he made up for in width. She moaned as he began to stroke slowly, pushing himself inside of her to the rhythm of R. Kelly’s “It Seems Like You’re Ready” coming through the speakers. His music selection was on point as well.

Falisha didn’t know what Lamar was doing to her. All she knew was that whatever he was doing felt good. He pressed his lips against hers as he continued to feel his way around inside of her. He looked into her eyes with every stroke and every kiss. “I have loved you since middle school,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you to be mine,” he admitted, pushing himself into her deeper.

Falisha bit down on his shoulder and dug her nails into his back in pleasure. Her body began to tingle all over, and the more it tingled the more she bit down, sucked, and kissed all over his neck.

“I want you to be mine!” he whispered again.

Falisha’s body couldn’t hold back any longer. The orgasm took control, sending her body into convulsions.

Lamar could feel her walls tightening up, and a river of cum gushed out all over his dick and his stomach. He thought she was pissing on him the way that it squirted out.

“I’m yours!” Falisha moaned, and stuffed her tongue into his mouth. She was on cloud nine and didn’t want to come down. It was intoxicating, mesmerizing, and beyond her deepest fantasy.

Lamar didn’t fuck Falisha like a porn star, nor did he treat her like a whore and dog her out. He did something that had her stuck on stupid and unable to identify what he made her body go through. He made love to her as though it was his first and last time.