Page 94 of Deuce

“Gratitude makes your pussy this wet?” he asked. “I might have to spoil you more often.”

He gripped my hips as he repeatedly filled me with every inch of him.

“Oooo fuck! Oooo shit! Right there!”

He slapped my ass again, the sound echoing throughout the room. I was sure anybody walking by could hear us, but I didn’t care. His dick was so good that I wouldn’t care if Mother Theresa, Gandhi, or Rosa Damn Parks were listening.

“Deuce… oh my God! I’m gonna cum!”

“Whatchu’ waiting for. Let my pussy do what she does best for daddy. Give me that nut.”

As though all she needed was his permission, my pussy went into a frenzy. My walls tightened around his shaft and the next thing I knew, I was hit with a body shaking orgasm. With a final thrust, he spilled his seed deep inside of me. I collapsed against his desk, panting heavily.

“Shit!” he declared, pulling out of me. “Now I’m gonna have to hear LeAnn’s mouth.”

I giggled as I stood upright. “LeAnn will live.”

He shook his head as he led us into the bathroom in his office and cleaned us up. I brushed my teeth and made myself presentable for he walked me to the door.

“Have a good shift,” he said, pulling me into his chest.

“We’ll see.”

I pecked his lips before walking out the door. As I walked back into the employee lounge to grab my apron and whatnot, I was greeted with glares from a few of the other girls. I ignored them as I went to my locker.

“That’s a nice car you’re driving,” said the one named CiCi.

I smirked. “It is, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t think you were making those kinds of tips.”

“And you’re clocking my pockets because?”

She laughed. “Just trying to figure out the perks of fucking the boss. If he’s that generous, I might have to slide him some pussy too. Get in where you fit in, right?”

I finished tying on my apron and stuffed my pens and notepad into the pockets. Closing my locker, I slowly walked over to her.

“Bitch… if you everthinkyou’re bold enough to offer my nigga some of your loose ass pussy, you’re gonna be sipping your meals through a straw by the time I get done with you.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Not at all. That’s a fucking promise. That goes for the rest of you bitches that keep speaking my name with your dick suckers. Mind the business that pays you.”

I walked out of the room and headed for the main floor. These hos were not about to fuck up my night.

I stoodat the balcony overlooking the lounge as I surveyed the space.

For a Thursday night, the place had a pretty good turnout. I was in a good ass mood. Salima topping me off, then me sliding up in her had a nigga feeling good. The blunt I smoked before I left the office was just the thing to put me on cloud nine. I caught a glimpse of her with a group of women who were already lit as hell, and we’d only been open for a little over an hour.

One girl was twerking on her while Salima twerked on another. I smirked to myself. LeAnn had made me privy to the incident that took place earlier with her and CiCi after CiCi complained she threatened her. Only a hating ass bitch could hate Salima. She was down to earth and she minded her own damn business in here.

The customers loved her, especially the women. Every time I saw her, she was laughing and cutting up with somebody as sheserved them. That’s why she made bank in tips. She was pretty and personable. The other girls couldn’t get mad because they lacked personality.

As though she felt my eyes on her, she glanced up at me and blew me a kiss. I’d never like that cutesy shit, but this woman made my overgrown ass blush. I watched as she disappeared into the crowd. I spotted my brother in the VIP section with, Leo, Mone, and Tank, a few of the guys that ran with us.

I decided to make my way down to them. As I walked through the crowd, I was met with lustful glances and a few touches to my arm. A few women tried to get my attention, but I paid them no mind. Don’t get me wrong, they were bad. Once upon a time, I might have fucked on one or let her suck me off, but now that I had Salima, I had tunnel vision.

No bitch in here could touch my lady.

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