Major glided into the conference room as silently as possible. He nodded his head in Nakida’s direction to signal for her to continue with her presentation. Slipping into a chair by the door, he pretended to listen to what she was saying, as if he hadn’t heard the report just the day before. He wasn’t going to lie. He had breathed a sigh of relief when she had shown up for work four days ago with a beaming smile on her face. He had wanted to fish around to find out what had gone down between her and Jakobe, but he didn’t want to rock the boat. At first, he had thought that they had managed to patch things up. However, the call he had gotten from his informant that lived across the street from her had reported of her coming back home, alone.
As it seemed, she had been going home every night since that day. That could only mean that things had cool between the two. To confirm his suspicions, he had dropped by Jakobe’s office a few days ago. Although his friend was putting on a brave face by throwing himself into his work, Major could tell he was hurting. His friend was too damn serious. The devilish grin and slick lip that was his calling card was no more. His long fuse that allowed him to be quick to listen, slow to respond, and even slower to acts of anger had been worn down to practically nothing.
Major shifted in his seat as he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention within the large room.
“I hate to cut into Nakida’s very detailed report, but she has to be going to ensure she looks stunning at this evening’s gala. I’ll make sure that the notes are all sent out to you to read at your convenience.”
He got to his feet to signal for everyone to leave. He waited until the room had emptied before he approached her.
“I will see you tonight,” he stated, firmly.
She had been hinting at skipping out, but that wasn’t an option. Nakida shot him a deep eye roll.
“I really don’t—”
“You have to make an appearance. Even if you have to prop yourself up, you must be there. There’s going to be a lot of the company’s money there. These people have gotten a bit nervous after they couldn’t reach you about their deals. You being there will put them at ease, and—”
“Keep their money in your pocket,” she finished for him.
“Damn right! Anyway, when I get it, so do you, so don’t act that way.”
“Which is why I’ll have my ass and my smile there tonight,” she chuckled. He chatted her up as they walked down the hallway that lead back to her office. Leaving her there, he turned and retreated to his large office suite. A sly smirk broke out of his brown face. He pulled out his phone. All he needed to do now was bait the hook.
“What is it?”
Major did his best to make sure his beaming smile didn’t reach through the phone to smack Jakobe in the face.
“I was just calling to ask if I was going to be seeing you tonight at the Thanksgiving benefit.”
“I didn’t even RSVP. I don’t want to go anyway,” huffed Jakobe.
“Wow, that’s the same thing Nakida said, before I told her she better be there tonight.”
There was silence.
“Hello? Hey, Jakobe… are you there?” asked Major.
A few seconds later the phone went dead. He tossed back his head in laughter. That had lit a fire under Jakobe’s ass. He quickly called the person back that had been blowing up his phone.
“It’s done,” he chuckled.
“Are you sure?”
“He didn’t even say goodbye, but hung up phone,” he answered.
“Damn! These few hours until the party won’t go fast enough. I can’t wait to see this.”
“Shit, you and me, both,” he laughed.
Jakobe chose to park his own car. He wanted to know where it was, when he was ready to leave. After Major had called to drop that piece of info in his lap, he had gotten up, and left his office. He went to get a haircut and shave. He took great pains in picking out his tailored black suit, bow tie, and diamond cufflinks. He had called down to Mrs. O’Brien to make sure she put fresh linen on the bed before he got into the shower. When he emerged, he had a glint of determination in his piercing blue eyes that couldn’t be denied. He was going to go to this boring ass party for one purpose alone, and that was to bring Nakida back home with him. Her time for ‘space’ was over, so he hoped she had enjoyed it. From tonight, and every day that followed, she was going to be his. He didn’t give a damn about his lifestyle, her fears, or whatever petty shit that was keeping her from coming back to him.
He deeply breathed the cool night air. There was a storm coming, in more ways than one. It had taken him no trouble at all to get his name on the list, although he hadn’t RSVP’d. He knew it would only have taken him flirting a bit with the coordinator of the annual event to get him added. The overly tanned, oversized busty woman had been trying to get back into his bed for the last four months. He patiently stood in line to check in with all the other people that had come out to shake hands, eat shit, and rub elbows with the elite.
From the second he entered the large ballroom that had been set up with dinner tables, and a decent sized dance floor, his eyes were scanning the room for his prize. He did his best to keep his frustration from not registering on his handsome face, when finding her was proving to be a hard task amid all the bodies in the room. He nodded and smiled when people that knew him tried to engage him in conversation as he worked the room. It took him all of 20 minutes before he found her. He slowed his steps. He narrowed his eyes as he took in the image of her. A deep frown creased his handsome, tanned face. The golden color of the lace against her brown skin created an amazing effect. It was the fit of the damn off the shoulders trumpet dress that made him almost chip a tooth due to him grinding them. It hugged her every curve. He surveyed the group of men that were around her. He watched the way their eyes would trail down her body whenever she wasn’t looking at them.
He waved a waiter over and removed a glass full of wine from the man’s tray. He tossed back the glass, replaced it, then took another before he sent the man on his way. He didn’t know how long he stood rooted in that spot before she turned in his direction. He could tell she was looking at something else before her gaze came to rest on him. He smirked at her wide-eyed expression upon seeing him there. He raised his glass in her direction with a nod. She waved at him, then turned back to reply to something that was said. In the matter of minutes that it had taken her to respond, and glance in his direction again, he was surrounded by a group of women.
This time, it was Nakida’s turn to frown. She tried to listen to what the men were saying around her, but her attention was on Jakobe. Every time he flashed his sensual grin, the women encircling him seemed to giggle and touch him. She wrinkled her nose as the hand of jealousy began to engulf her. Why the hell was he standing way over there, chatting up those bitches?
Maybe it’s because you haven’t said one word to him since that day. Oh… or maybe it’s because you said you need space, when all you’ve been doing is wanting him. Then, you got pissed when he wasn’t calling and running after you. That silly game you’ve been playing has backfired on your ass. You know how Jakobe gets down, the voice in her mind blasted her for having the nerve to be mad.
She maneuvered herself in the group to make it so she had a clear view of him across the room. She continued to watch off and on as one by one, Jakobe dismissed the women until one auburn haired woman remained. She caught herself mumbling under her breath at how close the lady stood to Jakobe. A fire flared in her brown eyes when the woman touched his chest as she stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him on his lips. Without thinking, she took the glass of wine that had been offered to her. It wasn’t until it touched her lips did she realize what it was. Quickly, she brought the glass down.
When she first had spoken to the woman in question, she had thought she was breathtaking. The woman’s skin was smooth. She was on the thin side, and from her toned body, it was obvious that the woman worked out. She had all the right curves in all the right places.
“What the hell is he doing with that old bitch,” she grumbled under her breath, although she had to admit that the woman didn’t look that old at all.
“You need to work on your face, before you clear the room with all that ugly,” the woman said with a wave of her hand. Jakobe gave her a deep eye roll.
“I’ve met her, you know,” she smiled.
“Ah, that got your attention,” she finished in a chuckle.
“How did you introduce yourself?” he asked.
“Not as your mother, if that’s what you’re worried about. I wanted the girl to talk to me, after all. She sure has a lot of admirers, though,” she teased.
“Keep that shit up, and you’re going to see a fight tonight,” he growled.
Nakida was focused on the two. The woman’s laughter was able to travel all over the hundreds of voices to reach her itching ears.
“I really like her though. I think you’ve got a winner with her, if you can catch her,” added his mother.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“How can I not? You’re over here stalking, when you should be over there, or have her in a corner somewhere, trying to patch things up,” she stressed.
He narrowed his eyes at her and tilted his head.
“Why are you so up in arms about me working things out?”
At last, her anger came to the surface.
“I want grandchildren,” she spat. She grunted at the loud laughter her answer produced in her son.
“Ah, the plot thickens,” he chuckled, catching Nakida’s eye across the room.
“I’m so sick of Olivia throwing her grandbabies in my face. I just about bashed her head in, when she started up tonight,” she confessed.
“So… her and Uncle Forrest are here.”
“Of course, they are. I’ll have to go through that all night, listening to the bitch going in on me, but… I’ll have your fair Nakida to keep me company. It’s too bad you aren’t seated at our table,” she smirked.
“That dummy didn’t sit me with Niki?”
This time, it was her turn to laugh when he took off toward the cluster of tables. He searched, until he found his place card on a plate that was next to the coordinator’s. He grunted as he picked it up, and found Nakida’s table. Without pausing, he swapped it with someone else, tossing the other place card on the floor as he made to the stage. He signaled for the DJ. He slipped the man a crisp 50-dollar bill as he whispered a request in the man’s ear.
“Just do it,” he grumbled when the man’s eyebrows went up at his musical request. The man didn’t know how well that song would go over in a room filled with stuck up, rich white folks that had no soul.
Jakobe stayed back until the Frank Sinatra song ended, and he heard the intro to Mint Condition’s “Pretty Brown Eyes” begin. Without a word, he walked up, seized Nakida by the hand, and pulled her away from her many admires, onto the dance floor. He crushed her in his arms, placing his hand low on her ass to send a signal to all watching that they were more than just friends.
“That was rude,” she stated.
“It was much better than what I had in mind,” he replied, staring down into her face.
“You feel so good,” he moaned as he rubbed his nose against hers.
“Don’t do that,” she remarked, leaning back.
He narrowed his gaze. He pulled her tighter against his body.
“I won’t share you, Nakida.”
She tilted her head as she gazed into his blue eyes. She painted a smile on her face for the benefit of those around her, but her words were cold.
“Don’t embarrass me, acting like a damn fool. Many of my clients are here tonight.”
“And I won’t… if you say you’ll come back to me, tonight.”
She couldn’t deny that his words made her heart skip a beat. She had been so worked up before, while she watched him across the room, but here he was, demanding for her to return. She opened her mouth to say yes, but her brain said something completely different.
“Wonder what you’ve been doing all those lonely nights.”
No, you dummy! Don’t be petty. Tell him yes, the voice in her mind screamed.
One of his eyebrows shot up in amusement. It was clear to see she was jealous, which gave him a rush of excitement.
“Just doing some Netflix and chill,” he smiled.
She looked away to keep from punching him.
“I don’t even think you know what that means.”
“Isn’t that what we used to do every night,” he responded in a deep low tone that made her pussy jump.
She returned her gaze to his. She could tell by the glint in his eyes that he was joking, but it still pissed her off. In spite of the fact that she knew that it was she that had asked for space, that she could have called like he had told her to when she was ready, that he had played a song that was asking her not to continue to break his heart, and that he had come tonight to get her back, she was acting like a fool, in playing the bitch.
“I’m sure one of those giggling hoes you were just chinning and grinning with will make a lack luster stand in,” she spoke, stiffly as she backed away from him.
He smiled at her swaying hips, as she left him on the dance floor. He was unfazed by her response. Just that fact that she was upset, let him know that she wanted him. Nothing had changed the outcome of the night. He stayed nearby while she worked the room. It only took one glare for most of the men circling around her to think twice. However, there were at least three men that didn’t seem to give a fuck about his lingering around. It might not have bothered him, if it hadn’t turned out that one of the assholes was seated at her table.
He took his seat with Major to his right, his mother to his left, then her brother, Forest, and his wife Olivia. Nakida was directly across the table from him, and three other nameless people that he didn’t care to know. Jakobe sat contently as he talked with his family and Major. He found it funny that Nakida was going to great lengths to ignore him, which only meant that his presence was all she could think about. He cut his eyes at his mother, and fought back a laugh when his aunt somehow turned the conversation to her grandkids. He removed his mother’s hand that dug into his leg under the table in her attempt to remain calm. He gladly nodded for the waitress to fill his wine glass, before she moved on around the table.
“Any for you, Miss,” asked the young girl.
“Um, no… I’m driving,” answered Nakida.
“Oh, one glass won’t hurt,” pressed the jackass sitting next to her.
With a smile, she nodded her agreement. Jakobe watched as the red liquid was poured into the crystal glass. He worked his jaw as he glared at her from across the table.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he grunted out of the blue.
She glanced at him with a fake smile on her face. It was the same one for him to not embarrass her.
“I also have water,” she pointed out.
All talk had come to an end as everyone watched the two of them. His mother settled back in her chair to see how this was going to unfold. Her eyes darted over to Major to see that he was doing the same. The two of them had cut their lovemaking short to make sure they would both arrive on time to the event. It was all they could talk about after they had met up at their secret hideaway. She had been giddy with excitement when he had called her to let her know that all was in place.
“This is a very good wine,” stated the man next to Nakida while he shot a challenging look across the table at Jakobe. “As a matter of fact, let’s toast the up and coming holiday,” he suggested.
Nakida smiled. She didn’t want to drink the wine, but she played along by picking up the glass.
“You may not care, but I damn sure don’t want you drinking while you’re carrying my baby,” hissed Jakobe.
Nakida’s hand remained frozen in the air. A loud shriek erupted from the woman next to Jakobe. She looked at her hand as it began to shake. Slowly, she brought the glass back down to the table. She was knocked speechless at his announcement. The rage she felt was so overpowering. She had to fight back the tears that were threatening to spring up in her wide brown eyes.
“Goddamn,” whispered Major.
“A baby,” cried Jakobe’s mother. “My grandbaby,” she cheered gleefully while she leaned across the table in Olivia’s direction.
All of that was lost on Nakida. All she could focus on was Jakobe. Her hand snatched up the steak knife. She clutched it tightly while her body shook with emotion.
“You son of a bitch,” she managed to say, at last.
“You have to get to know me, before you can all me that,” drawled his mother. “Then again, you are giving me my first grandbaby, so all is forgiven,” she laughed.
This time, Nakida heard the woman speak. Her mouth gaped open as she made the connection between the woman she had been pissed at and Jakobe. She was his mother!
Everyone began to congratulate him, as if she wasn’t even there. That was the last straw, seeing him smile, high five everyone, and kiss his mother while she looked like a damn fool, and a drunk pregnant woman, to boot. Without a word, she got to her feet and walked out. Jakobe shrugged his shoulders at her exit. She wasn’t getting away that easily.
“Put your damn phone down,” he smirked at his mother. She paused in her text to look at him, sheepishly.
“I won’t be needing any help from you. Don’t call in the team,” Jakobe promised.
“I want my grandbaby. If you don’t fix this shit, I will,” she warned.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out two small, black items, and placed them on the white linen tablecloth. They all leaned in to get a look at them, before they all burst into laughter, even the man that had been trying to hook up with Nakida. They all knew what would happen to a tire that had the valve caps removed from the air plug… a nice slow leak.
“I’ve even helped it along a bit,” he added as he got to his feet. He paused to button his dinner jacket. “Have an enjoyable night, all. I sure as hell plan too,” he winked, before he strolled away.
He took his time as he walked down the staircase that lead to the turnstile door, until he heard the crashing sound of thunder. He took the stairs two at a time to get outside. He waved the valet out of the way.
“Hey, let me drive you to your car,” the young man shouted, already in the golf cart.
“Move over,” ordered Jakobe as he pushed the boy out of the driver seat and took off down the winding path to his car. He quickly got out into the pouring rain, opened the door to his black Mercedes C-400, started up, and peeled out. His eyes darted back between his phone and the road as he picked up speed. The idea that had seemed like a good one at first, was turning out all wrong. The thought of Nakida hurting herself, due to driving on two flat tires in the rain was making him sick. He quickly pulled up her red blimp on her cell phone. The fact that it was stationary did nothing to calm his fears. He narrowed his gaze as he strained his eye to see the dark, rainy road ahead. It was seeming like a lifetime, instead of just 10 minutes. He came upon her car. She had pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.
He breathed a sigh of relief as a wicked grin broke out on his handsome face. He flashed his headlights as he slowed down to pull up behind her car with her hazard lights flickering. It wasn’t until he saw movement that he realized she was standing outside her car, in the pouring rain. He cursed under his breath at her carelessness.
Nakida waved at the approaching car that had flashed its high beams. She said a silent prayer that she didn’t end up dead, but the fact that the person was coming from the direction of the gala put her at ease.
“Thank you so much for stopping. My damn tires are…”
Her words got caught in her wind pipe when the high beams of the car cast light on the person that was walking toward her.
“You seem to be in need of some assistance,” smiled Jakobe.
“You asshole,” she screamed at him.
“You did this. You flattened my damn tires,” she fumed, stomping her feet and splashing mud.
“We can talk about this when we get to my house.”
He reached for her, but she slipped out of his wet grasp.
“Kiss my ass. This shit is low,” she growled.
She attempted to get back into her car. He slammed the door shut. As a second thought, he opened the door, got the keys and her purse, and then pushed the button on her keyring to lock up the vehicle.
“Get in the car,” he thundered, shoving her toward the bright lights.
She fought back, to the best of her ability, until he snatched her up but her arm. He dragged her to the passenger side. He opened the door, and tossed her inside. He could hear her cursing his name while he walked around the front of the car to get to the driver side. He reached to open the door, then stiffened at the sound of the locks on the car being engaged.
“Unlock the goddamn door,” he roared.
The force of his hits on the window shook the car. He wasn’t worried about her driving off to leave him in the rain. The car was a stick, which she hadn’t mastered. However, he had no desire to stand out in the cold rain, while she came to her senses.
Nakida glanced at her car when the yellow back lights flickered on. She shifted in the leather seat as she watched Jakobe open her truck, and pull something out.
“This man is crazy,” she mumbled in awe, when she figured out what he was up to. Even though she saw the crowbar in his hand, she doubted he would actually use it. Her eyes grew at the sight of Jakobe swinging the metal instrument. She shielded her face from the spray of glass. She peeked from behind her hands to see him reach in through the glass to fumble for the button to unlock the door. Quickly, she found the button and pushed it. She sunk back in the seat at the look on his face when he heard the lock disengaged. He flung the door open, jerked off his suit jacket, positioned in the door to try to block the rain from pouring in before he closed it in the door after he got in.
The car skidded as he raced onto the road. She would have called him on his reckless driving, but thought it better to keep her mouth shut. It wasn’t long, until the tension was unbearable. Reaching for the radio, she turned it on, only for him to switch it off. Nakida stole a quick glance at his stone face. Even with the jacket against the window, mixed with the speed he was driving, it did nothing to keep the rain out. She was desperate to do something. There was no doubt that he was going to light into her when they reached his house. Now that time had passed, she had calmed down. She didn’t know if it was that she had the opportunity to see just how stupid and childish she had been, or if it was his dangerous, fuming expression that had caused her to see the light. Either way, she had to think of something fast, in hopes of saving herself.
Jakobe glanced out the corner of his eye at her. He could almost see the smoke surrounding her pretty head, due to her brain working overtime. He could tell by the way she was chewing her bottom lip that she was worried. He was pissed that he was forced to knock out his window, but it was a small price to pay to have her back in his life. However, he wasn’t going to let her know that. He was going to play this mad man act all the way into her juicy cunt, if it would get him over the gates. He had to fight hard to not laugh at the way she was staring at his white hands, while he gripped the stirring wheel, as if he was wringing a neck.
“Umm, Ja… Jakobe, we need to talk,” she started while they drove through the gate unto his property. He refused to respond until he pulled the car up to the front door.
“Get in the house,” he said in a deep voice that was more ominous than sex this time. He cracked a smile behind her back, at the robotic way she got out of the car. He opened the door to the house, stepped aside to let her walk ahead, then closed the door, locking it behind them.
“I’m sorry about the window,” she whispered. He just shook the keys in his hand, as he towered over her. Without a word, he walked off toward one of the sitting rooms. She followed after him. Standing by the couch, she watched as he poured himself a large whisky.
“I don’t want to believe you’ve been drinking, but I have to—”
“I haven’t done anything like that, since finding out about the baby,” she swore.
“Then, what was that tonight?”
She sighed, tossing down her purse.
“I was playing along, so people wouldn’t wonder. I had every intention of not drinking the wine, and just sticking to water.”
“What I don’t get… is why you would do that. You don’t owe those people a damn thing. Who gives a fuck if they know?” he hissed.
She knew he was right, but that wasn’t the reason why she had done it. He acknowledged the chill that ran through her body.
“Go take a shower… in my bathroom. None of that your room bullshit,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.
“So…we’re alright then?” she questioned. He sighed, while he shook his head slowly. She felt her heart contract at the thought that her silliness had pushed him to the point of not wanting her anymore.
“You will never get away from me, Nakida, because I’ll never let you go. Even though you seem to not want me, I can’t leave you alone. I’m just a fool, I guess,” he shrugged as he turned his back on her. He heard the rustling of the train of her dress when she finally left the room.
Upstairs, Nakida walked out of the hot shower. Her natural locs were wet and plastered to the back of her neck. She wrapped the plush towel around her body. She turned and looked around the large bathroom to find herself alone. She had lingered under the stream of the hot water, in hopes that Jakobe would have joined her. She was finally back in the place she had longed to be, only to have messed it up. For days, all she could do was dream of Jakobe and all the masterful things he would do to her, his smell, his touch, and the feel of his lips roaming over her body. She held her legs tightly together, as she reveled in the throbbing of her cunt.
She glanced over her shoulder, as she turned toward the archway that lead back into his room. She paused in the threshold, only to find that room empty, too.
“Ugh,” she groaned, ripping the towel off.
She walked over to his massive walk-in closet. She didn’t know if it was her heightened sense of smell, due to the baby, but she could smell his scent everywhere. She breathed deeply as she pressed her face into his clothes that hung on the rack. Instantly, she felt her nipples harden. She jerked his crisp shirt off the hanger. She closed her eyes, while she slipped it onto her naked body. She wanted him so badly, but after what he had said downstairs, she doubted he would touch her in the way she needed to be touched tonight.
Nakida craned her head to the side to listen for a second. When all she heard was stillness, she lowered herself to the hardwood floor. She knew she only needed a few minutes. Then again, at the state she was in, she was sure it would take less than that. Over the years after her break up, she had mastered the proper technique of rubbing her clit to make herself cum.
Jakobe stopped in mid-step on the stairs. He was in utter disbelief of what he was seeing. He almost dropped the tray in his other hand that was leaden with food and drink, when he confirmed what the image on the screen was doing. His eyes darted between the paths before him, as he began to climb the stairs. Nakida laid back on the floor of his closet as she masturbated. His cock hardened as he watched her thrust her hips in slow round motions. At the top of the stairs, he walked silently, yet briskly to his room. He gingerly placed the tray down, closed out the app, switched his cell to silent, and walked lightly over to the closet.
With each step, he could hear the sounds of her heavy breathing. He stood there watching her as she pleasured herself. Her brown eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on achieving her goal. Her legs were open wide, giving him a full view of her pussy. His shirt hung open around her body. She was a picture of wantonness that put all the other women he had been with to shame. Without making a sound, he got to his knees, and crawled over to her. The first touch of his tongue plunging into her quivering pussy made her lose all strength in her body.
“Oh my God, yes,” she moaned.
“I need you… shit,” she hissed coming up to glance down at him moving, sucking, and licking her pussy.
“You mouth feels so good,” she moaned, pushing his damp hair back, so she could gaze into his eyes.
Suddenly, she pushed his head away. He cleaned his mouth with the palm of his hand while he came to his knees. Nakida was on him in a flash. Her hands were everywhere.
“You changed clothes,” she acknowledged.
To her happiness, he had traded the wet evening attire, for low riding blue jeans and nothing else. She tilted and dipped her head, bringing it to the side of his chest. She licked a path over the tight, defined muscles on the side of his rib cage to his hard nipple. She encircled the small pink bulb before she began to suck.
“I still need to bathe,” he grunted. Nakida lifted her head to stare up at him.
“I don’t care.”
She grabbed his engorged cock that was straining the front of his lose fitting jeans. A sensual grin formed on his lips. He cupped her face.
“I don’t want anything keeping my dick out of here,” he replied in a deep voice as he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb.
She turned her face into the palm of his large hand. She opened her mouth, capturing his thumb. He narrowed his lustful eyes, while he watched her slowly simulate sucking his dick.
“Jesus, you must be horny,” he groaned.
Her answer was to guide his hand between her legs to test her for himself. Jakobe felt her nectar on her inner thigh. Even still, he was shocked at how hot and moist she was when he finally touched her with his hand. His thumb fell from her mouth when a cry erupted from her lips as he inserted two fingers into her body.
“Reach that spot, please. Do that thing you do, so I can cum,” she begged.
Jakobe debated doing as she asked, but he was too damn mesmerized at the vision before him. He was a greedy fucker, after all. He wanted to keep her moaning, screaming, and begging, until she was on the verge of madness. He chuckled at her loud protest when he removed his fingers. She was almost inconsolable. If this was what he had to look forward to while she was pregnant, then his mom better believe she was going to have more than one grandchild.
He silenced her protests with a lip numbing kiss. He did nothing to stop Nakida from opening his pants to free his cock. She ran her hands over his hips and over his thighs while she pushed his jeans down. She tossed back her head at the feel of his hot mouth on her dark nipples.
“Come with me,” he ordered.
Jakobe tugged Nakida to her feet. He jerked his shirt off her body before he pushed her in front of him. She turned back, grabbing him by his dick. Their mouths were engaged in a sensual warring of tongues. He kept her moving in the direction of the bathroom. He opened the shower door, and maneuvered her inside, with him following her. She pushed him against the tile wall.
“Let’s speed this up,” she smirked. She soaped up her hands. He regarded her from under hooded lids as her hands roamed over his rock-hard body.
“Are you washing me, or teasing me?” he groaned.
The way her slick hands were bathing his cock and balls was driving him insane.
“Both,” she smiled.
She heard his sharp intake of breath when she knelt to pass her soapy hands over his legs. It wasn’t by mistake that his cock brushed her face while she washed him. Slowly, she brought her hands up his strong thigh. At the same time, she licked the length of his dick to its mushroomed shaped tip. Before he could stop her, Nakida opened her mouth wide to ingest his cock. Jakobe was lost in a wave of sensations that her hot, wet mouth created within him. He held his cock at the base tightly to enjoy the feeling.
“Damn you. You know how much I like it when you suck me like that,” he groaned. She gaged loudly as he reached the back of her throat. The reaction of her closing around the head, and a wealth of saliva cascading down to mix in his pubic hair was like heaven. She lifted her head. He hissed at the sight of the thin spidery line that hung on her bottom lip and connected to his dick. She flicked her tongue, wickedly to break the line.
“All clean,” she teased.
Her voice was husky with lust. When she straightened up, her body brushed against his. Swiftly, he flung her on the shower wall. He slid his dick between the crack of her ass before he lifted her leg high. Their moans of satisfaction echoed throughout the bathroom, when he began to stretch her wide with his cock. Not being able to remain calm, he thrusted upward. Nakida hung her head as if she was about to faint. He whispered hotly in her ear all the things he was going to do to her while he rotated his hips. His hands bit into her flesh as he took off on a journey of sexual exploration. The popping sounds of their bodies colliding, drowned out the beating sounds of the water that fell from the faucet overhead.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he growled.
The water had turned cold before he was ready to end both of their torture. The muscles in his thighs burned, due to the workout he had given them. He had shown her no mercy, but he knew that she didn’t need any. He backed away, and sat down on the shower floor.
“Come ride me, until you cum,” he offered in a strained voice.
Nakida licked her lips at the sight of him holding his dick straight up for her to impale herself on. She didn’t need any tempting. She sat on it, and rode him hard. He knew what she wanted. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he pounded her in rapid time, until she fell forward. She came, and the walls of her pussy trembled from her release. No longer having to worry, he pumped his cum into her body. He rested his head back on the shower’s wall until he regained his breath. He nestled the side of her face.
“I love you, Niki.”
“You better,” she responded in a tired voice.