Page 40 of Suleem and Yahzi
“That’s Aso’s shit.”
“The rapper?” I hadn’t heard much from him other than the singles he dropped preparing for his album but I also didn’t keep up. He was cool with DP and I was pretty sure they funded his first solo project that got him signed years ago.
“Yeah, that nigga is trying to get ahead of the game. I told him that rap shit won’t last forever but the brand he can build from it can.”
“So you’re his manager now?”
Suleem grinned sexily. “Nah, I’m just a highly intelligent muthafucker who knows how to hustle a dream into a dollar.” He winked and I rolled my eyes.
After I had the grinder in hand, I twisted the lid and dropped several clusters in, turned it multiple times before I dumped the contents in the paper and carefully rolled, sealing it with a swipe of my tongue. Once I had it right, I leaned forward and handed it to him. He rolled it between his fingers before digging into hispocket for a lighter and blazing up, speaking through a cloud of smoke after his first drag.
“You’re trying to get me fucked up.”
“No I’m not.”
“This ain’t no reggie, Yah. Your ass probably got a contact high just from rolling it for me and you made this shit thick as hell.”
I grinned and held my hand out. “You want me to split it.”
He shook his head lazily. “Nah, I’m cool.”
I felt the stillness of the moment and the drink Miss Emma set me up with. My mind was slowing down and my limbs felt heavy, so I lifted my arms above my head and stretched them with an exaggerated arch of my back.
When my eyes were on Suleem again, his weighted gaze moved over my body and lingered at my chest. The possessive way he took me in had my stomach tightening. “You owe me for cutting up my damn shirt too.”
“Myshirt,” I argued and he smiled, expelling a cloud of smoke. He was right, whatever the hell he was smoking was potent and giving me a contact high.
“Last I checked, your name wasn’t on my payroll, Yah.” His voice was low and easy.
“Because it wouldn’t be. I’m the owner. Isn’t that how this works? If my man is running shit, I’m running shit. That means I’m the boss.”
He chuckled, nodding. “You got that.”
Like he had done with me a minute ago, I took him in with a possessiveness that had my thighs tensing. Suleem was reclined with one arm folded behind his head, legs spread as wide as they could go while he locked in on my face. My eyes dropped to his lap before I lifted and moved across the seat.
As soon as I pushed my fingers beneath the elastic of his sweats, I lifted my eyes to his. “Did you change for me?”
“What you mean?”
“Lampin’ and Lux,” I said right before I freed his length and dragged my tongue over his head.
“Did I have to change for you?”
I took him in as deep as I could and fisted the base.
“No.” My mouth glided up and down him a few times, enjoying the feel of his hard, veiny dick before my tongue circled the head and I deep throated him. When I reached the tip and he plopped from my mouth, I grinned at the pinched expression on his face. “I love the man you were and I love the man you are. It’s a win-win.”
My mouth was on his dick again and I sucked him hard, hollowing my cheeks. My tongue glided around the base then moved up and over the tip.
“Fuck, baby…” I lifted my eyes and he dropped his to meet them with a heavy gaze and sexy grin that had me sucking harder. “You’re so gotdamn pretty, Yah. Suck that shit.”
The low grit of his voice had me adjusting my jaw so he could reach the back of my throat while I moved my tongue with a greedy pace and rotated my hands at the base because I couldn’t reach that far. His long, thick, veiny dick was more than average and had me vigorously bobbing my head and relaxing my throat to fully embrace his length.
“You want this nut, Yah?
I smiled around him and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder while I massaged his balls.
When the warmth of his palm landed on the back of my neck, I gagged a little, moaning from the stretch of my lips and the throb of his dick against my tongue.
