Page 30 of Nothing Like Your Ex

She shook her head. “No. It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She swallowed. “I’ve just never done anything like this before. I… I need a little motivation, I guess.”

“Tell me what kind, and I got you.”

Contemplating, but not for long, Kwinn told him exactly what she wanted. “The kind that’ll make me want to leave more than a few messages on your phone.”

Smiling, Melo nodded. “A’ight.”

Walking out of the booth, he grabbed Kwinn’s hand. “Aye. Everybody clear out for a minute.”

“Nigga, if I leave, I’m going home,” Roddy said.

“Coo’ take yo’ lady and cousin with you. Matter fact, call Sarge on the way down. Y’all too bent to be driving anyway.”

Kicking them out hadn’t been in his plans, but they had to go. Devin and Roddy muttered under their breath, gathered their things, and headed toward the door; chuck included. When he turned back toward Kwinn after locking the door, she had a raised brow.

“Do you do this with every woman you invite to a session?” Kwinn asked.

“Not at all. Never, actually. You said you need some motivation, and I’m trying to give you some.”

“Okay.” She smiled and walked toward the plush chair, with his belongings on the table beside it, and stood in front of it. “Now what?”

His eyes were riveted on her face before they roamed her body with a seductive gaze. Slowly, his eyes lowered, stopping on her thighs and the slight gap between them. Kwinn’s tight waistline only accentuated her shapely figure. She felt a ripple of excitement as he walked her way.

“Don’t worry. I’m bouta show you.” His voice was so thick with lust that Kwinn quivered.

She didn’t wait to hug him this time. With arms wrapped around his waist, Kwinn stared up at him and smiled when his gun bumped against her. Removing it, Melo placed it and the wad of cash on the table. He took in her angelic face and gentle brown eyes before pecking her glossed lips. He devoured them as his hands roamed. Those gentle caresses turned savage as he gripped two handfuls of her ass, making the right one jiggle as he smacked it.

“Mm,” Kwinn moaned as their tongues intertwined.

With straight thug passion, Melo tongued her down with a hand gripping her neck. His kisses ventured down and across it as the back of her legs met the edge of the chair. Kwinn fell onto it softly. Like a magnet, Melo attached himself right back to her lips as he hovered above her. Unzipping her jacket, he peeled it off of her, tossing it to the side.

“Damn, baby,” Melo praised, utterly in awe and in love with the woman before him.

Melo cupped her handful of breasts, and tweaked her nipples that’d been saluting him since she walked in. Tugging down the fabric concealing her breasts, Melo sucked and nibbled on her hard nipples. Kwinn’s head fell back as his hand finessed between her legs, with his thumb pressing firmly against her clit.

She moaned deep from her belly as he stroked it, applying straight pressure. Melo felt her wetness seep through the fabric and his hands gripped the elastic band of her shorts. Melo kissed along her chest and neck as Kwinn lifted to help peel them off. It was a bit of a struggle thanks to her round backside, but it was worth it.

Melo tossed them and leaned away from her. Taking in her crazily sculpted frame, he admired her the same way he did a cold-ass track he recorded. Both were great works of art; top fucking tier and deserving of every accolade known to man. Kwinn’s juicy brown titties, plush thighs with a sickening hip tattoo that stretched down it, and the fattest pussy had Melo ready to retire his single card.

“You gotta make it real when you get in there, okay?” Melo said, kissing her stomach and lowering himself between her legs.

Kwinn breathed hard. “W-What do you want me to say?”

“You gotta nigga in here on his knees about to eat this fat pussy. You can say whatever the fuck you want,” Melo promised and kissed the inside of her thighs.

Spreading her legs, he dragged his nose across her damp thong and moved it to the side. Her stickiness clung to the material, but they were no match for Melo. He salivated at the sight of her and the thin trail of hair that guided him to her engorged clit. Her arousal was evident and coating her slit.

“Pussy so wet, it don’t make no sense.” He shook his head proudly.

With the hunger he had to hit his first number one and touch his first million, Melo licked up her juices in one long swipe of his thick tongue and slowly suckled her clitoris into his mouth. The need to please her was prominent and his only goal for the remainder of the evening. He had no doubt in his mind that the track would be up to his standards once she blessed it.

“Uuughhh,” Kwinn moaned loudly, gripping the cushion.

When that wasn’t enough, she held his head with both hands. While she humped his face, Melo grinned between her legs as he flicked his tongue across her throbbing bud. Her moans were the sweetest melody over a gutter-ass trap beat. Kwinn’s sweet pussy was in the mouth of a hood rich rap nigga, but Melo wasn’t like them other niggas. Never had been. He knew for a fact they couldn’t make her cream in his mouth the way Kwinn was. They couldn’t make her legs tremble against his head while she squirmed and rubbed his waves while smearing her essence all over his handsome face like a face mask. Melo would wear her proudly and didn’t let up as he latched onto her clit, making Kwinn delirious.