Page 31 of Smoke After Hours

And damn if he doesn’t look delicious as hell.He always had an impressively brawny build with rippling muscles, broad shoulders, and thick thighs. Yet, if possible, even fully clothed in black jeans, a black shirt, and black shoes, he looked even more defined than before. Like he’d gone through hella shit to make his way back to me.

His thick dreadlocks tumbled down his back even longer than before, reminding me that I hadn’t seen them free in entirely too long. Yet, it was his smoldering eyes that held me hostage like they always did. Volley had always been a little stoic and dark at times, yet he appeared even more dangerous than he had before he left.And happy, too.His face may have had more scars, but he seemed more relaxed, like he’d released some of his burdens and forgiven himself a bit more on his journey. The sight increased my pleasure to an even higher level, my orgasm on the cusp of emitting from my body.

“Shikilia,” he spoke in Swahili before demanding in English, “Hold it. Don’t release that shit.” He flipped around my desk chair and sat on it backwards. “You’ll orgasm when I tell you to.”

I bit my bottom lip as his voice pulsated through my body, elevating my pleasure. Some women imagined their lover pulling them close and whispering words of love and affection into her ear when they returned home.

Not me.

I wanted my man to force me to hold back an orgasm until I was so deliriously aroused, I could barely see straight.

“I missed you,” I moaned, adjusting the pressure of Red Devil. “And I love you so much.”

“I love you more, baby. You kept me going out there.”

I smiled at his words, feeling like every night that I spoke to him in my mind before bed, that somehow, those thoughts had made their way to him.

I sometimes called him my secret bodyguard.

He often called me his main attraction.

“Give it to me,” he demanded, clenching his jaw. “Show me how well Red Devil fucked that pussy while I was gone.”

My orgasm was strong and powerful, rocking me into an entirely new dimension, no doubt giving all my roommates something to gossip about in the kitchen tomorrow.

Some things never changed, except with us, so much had. When Volley stood from his chair, I thought he was going to remove his clothes, but instead, he dragged me down the bed and feasted on my pussy like a starved man, not giving a damn that I was still sensitive from my orgasm.

In the past, we didn’t talk about how I masturbated with him watching me through his window like he always did.

Never touching.

Only watching.

Now, he didn’t just observe me. He fucked up my entire world when he finally removed his clothes and thrust his throbbing dick inside of my hungry pussy, both of us groaning and moaning at how perfectly we fit.

I was tight and he was thick, but I swallowed all his inches into my core, not letting lose my grip until I was sure I had taken him for every drop he had. He barely took a break before he flipped me over and slid his dick back inside me, my mind in a haze that even the best weed couldn’t give me.

Only V could.

“This pussy is mine,” he huffed, slapping my ass and staking his claim. The sting from his hand only made me wetter. “So is your sexy mouth that I imagined wrapped around my dick too many nights to count.”

When he angled his leg, he was able to thrust even deeper, my head pushing into my plush mattress so hard, I could barely breath. Yet, I didn’t mind suffocating if he kept fucking me the way he was, hitting my G-spot with precision as he alternated from cursing in English to grunting in Swahili, his own love-language coaxing me to higher heights of lustful pleasure.

He didn’t necessarily fuck different, but he wasn’t holding anything back. There were no barriers between us. No worries of what was yet to come or what his next job would be.

I lost count of my orgasms … of how many times we fucked and kissed. Then fucked and kissed. Took a few puffs of my blunt before Volley realized it came from Herbal Haze and claimed he didn’t want any organic shit. Which meant, he didn’t want to think about the tattoo guys. Delivering Herbal Haze products to my clients was one thing, yet, bringing it into my bedroom was another.

So we fucked and kissed again, only this time, he took it slow, stroking my pussy in a way that had my entire body convulsing in anticipation because he kept bringing me to the edge ofinsanity, only to pull out, undoubtedly teasing me for daring to smoke a Herbal Haze blunt in the first place.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much,” he muttered later that night when he held me close, both of us sweaty and exhausted.

“Not as badly as I missed you,” I told him, kissing him wherever I could. “I never want us to be apart again.”

He laughed, rolling over and pulling me on top of him. “Didn’t you hear the news, baby?”

“What?” I asked.

“Nina wasiwasi na wewe.” His sly smirk was so fucking sexy. “I’m obsessed with you.”

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