Page 59 of Quasim: King Inferno

Berkeley:

The name seemed much larger than it actually was when her call came up on the car’s screen. He hit the red button on the steering wheel and continued to hum to whatever song was playing.

“Answer the call for your girl.”

“Sound jealous, Blair.”

I scoffed. “I am not jealous. Good luck to her, because you’re a damn vault.”

“She don’t gotta crack this vault to get fucked, Blair.”

I was so stunned by what he had said that I couldn’t even form a sentence or a smart-ass remark to reply with. “Good for her.”

“That pussy wet for me… Huh?”

I hated him.

Hated that he was right because everything about him turned me on. His spicy musk cologne filled every part of this truck, and then his fresh cut had me questioning why I was mad at him in the first place.

If that wasn’t enough, he had a Brooklyn Reaper bike week tank top on with his arms exposed. All his tattoos wrapped around his arms, including the portrait of his daughter.

“Absolutely not.”

“You took too long to answer, Blair.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Oh word… what do you want me to call you,mylove?” He looked over at me as his arm extended over the center console and landed on my lap.

I bit back the moan because my body was betraying me. This man could give me CPR and I would be trying to wrap my legs around him and fuck him while he tried to pump life into my body. He was the only one that had this power over my body and in this moment, I hated it.

“Keep your hands away from me.” I crossed my arms and looked out the window, as his hand remained on my thigh.

“Move it, then.”

I went to push it, and his hand remained firm on my thigh. “What do you want from me?”

His hand pulled the bottom of my maxi dress up and I allowed him to like a fool. His hands found their way into the front of my panties as he looked between the highway and me. I kept my eyes on him as his fingers entered me and he played with my pussy.

Tossing my head back, while trying to keep my eyes open was a task that I was failing horribly. “I want you, Anjo, and you know that. Except, you want me to be how you want me… shit don’t work like that.” He spoke lowly, while easily driving with the other hand, still whipping in and out of traffic. “Ain’t that right… I can’t hear you.”

I was trying to choke out the words but when he increased his speed, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open any longer. “No…Not true,” I stammered.

“You lying to me now? You want me to be who you want me to be, Blair… that’s not how shit works… I wanna love you, give you everything, but I gotta figure how to do that without you getting hurt… but yo impatient ass wanna throw a tantrum, right?” He pinched my pearl, which sent this chill winding up my back and caused me to scream out in pleasure.

It was a mix of pleasure and pain that I never knew I needed to experience. All my senses were heightened as I was slumped in the chair while he continued to make me feel good.

So good.

Quasim bit down on his lip as he looked over at me briefly. “This is my pace… my rules,mylove… I run this shit.” He continued to drive, give me a lecture, and finger fuck the shit out of me.

“I’m… Sim…my,” I squealed as the pressure built, and he squeezed my pearl with his index and thumb while his middle finger continued going in and out of me with speed.

My body went numb as my legs fell dead, and he smirked before patting my pussy. “What was that shit you was saying?”

He removed his fingers from inside my panties and then licked them before winking at me and turning the music up, like he hadn’t just sent me to the king and then brought me back down.

The rest of the ride was quiet until we pulled to the gates of the community. Once they granted us access, he pulled through the perfect community that one could only dream of living in, and I knew people who only lived here in the summertime.

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