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Poor thing.
THIRTY-THREE
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Lamar locked the bathroom door, then made sure all the stalls were empty, before going to the sink and turning the water on. He rubbed his temples and sighed as he stood in the mirror and stared at himself. He’d fucked up. Royally. Motherfuck. He should have never let his emotions and his underserved libido get the best of him. But he had. And now he felt like shit.
Not even a full fifteen minutes of fucking. That’s all he had been able to deliver. What was it about that broad that had him coming fast and hard?
Lamar was pissed that his dick had failed him. Right when he needed it to be at peak performance, his motherfucking cock flopped. Now this bitch thinks I’m some lame-ass muhfucka. He gritted his teeth. Muhfucka, you shoulda kept ya dick in ya pants. That’s what ya dumb ass get!
Yeah, he loved pussy. But he wasn’t weak for it. At least, he hadn’t been. He hoped not to ever be. But what was it about this fucking broad that had him off his game?
That fucking ass of hers, those hypnotizing eyes, them sexy-ass lips, her soft, curvy hips…and oh, fuck. The way she talked all dirty ‘n’ shit in whatever language she’d spoken in his ear.
It had his head spinning.
He wanted to blame his current predicament on Lana’s ass for being all stingy with the pussy. But the shit was all on him. He knew it. And it made him feel like such an ass. He’d screwed up. Not her.
Now he’d have to crawl up in bed with her and look her in the face and hope like hell she never asked him if he’d cheated on her. Getting head was one thing. But straight up fucking another broad was a whole other thing. He’d be forced to give her the truth. Raw.
The way he’d given it to Nairobia.
He groaned.
Fuck.
Muhfucka, you all kinds of crazy! Goin’ in raw. What the fuck is wrong wit’ you, yo? He swallowed back the memory of how deep he’d felt inside her. So damn deep. The way he’d driven into her hard and fast. And how wet and hot she’d felt around him.
He shook his head, and cursed under his breath.
The bitch obviously knew she affected him.
He dragged a hand over his face.
He needed something to relax him. Badly.
And then it hit him.
He hadn’t smoked in over a month. That coupled with not getting pussy on the regular was what had him on edge. Had him vulnerable…and all fucked up.
He needed a blunt.
He let out a breath and closed his eyes tight. Everything about what went down up in Nairobia’s office was all types of wrong. But the pussy felt so good. The way she’d opened up to him. Took in his massive curve. Grew wetter around him. The way her touch had his body on fire. No broad had ever made his blood boil the way she had. The way she always did, from the minute he’d laid eyes on her.
All that shit felt so fucking right at that moment, no matter how dead wrong he was for having her pressed up against the wall like that. No matter how much he enjoyed being inside her. The shit was wrong. Dead wrong.
But, oh so fucking good!
He opened his eyes again, and when he looked back into the mirror, he hated what he saw even more. Fucking clients wasn’t his M.O. Not usually.
But he’d done it twice already. With two separate clients.
And with either of them, he did nothing to stop it. They’d asked for it. And he wanted to give it to them.
