Page 123 of Treason's Temptation
“Where are you? K-Low is causing problems again. What the fuck is his problem?” Fallon asked.
“Ain’t shit wrong with K-Low. Nigga just wanna be something he’s not,” I said.
People were attracted to the control and success that came from being the boss. Yes, you get all the credit, but they forgot the blame is yours, too. Along with stressful calls while trying to get head. Constantly putting out fires and making tough calls. That was the real shit that made you a boss.
“Where are you?”
“Home,” I grunted, wincing from sensual pulls of Navie’s lips devouring the tip.
“Why are you yelling at me?” Fallon complained.
“My bad. I just can’t believe that nigga. Let me hit you back,” I replied, ending the call before Navie pulled out another trick that had me screaming like a bitch.
“Shit, Blue. You feel so good.” I gripped her hair, thrusting into her mouth again.
Blue stared me in the eyes as my dick hit the back of her throat, reveling in her power.
“I’m supposed to. I’m yours,” she moaned, in that voice that could make me do anything. It was soft, low-pitched, and hada controlled tempo with deliberate phrases that reminded me, “Don’t hold back, I want to feel how much you want me.”
The combination of her head bobbing and spitting on my dick made me prod my hips forward, sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Greedy girl, you want all this dick?” She nodded, multitasking like a pro.
“Give it to me, Tre… all of it.”
I lost the ability to form words. Horrible for a politician, but goddamn my baby was talented and sucking out every ounce of cum. She didn't shy away from milking me dry.
Blue’s independence was a survival practice more than a choice. She was used to making decisions she wasn’t even qualified to make. Being led and loved forced her vocal folds to relax, waiting for my next command.
“Be my good girl and swallow. All of it, Blue.”
And she obliged with no problem—the perfect way to start a long fuckin’ day. First I had a chamber meeting, then more campaign shit, and then find time to check K-Low’s bullshit.
“What did K-Low do this time?” Navie asked.
“I don’t know, but I have to find out.”
“Let me talk to him,” Navie suggested.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because it’s obvious he doesn’t want to hear shit you have to say. He might listen to someone else.”
“I appreciate it, Blue, but I got it.”
“If you had it, your phone wouldn’t be ringing off the hook while I wasworking.”
Navie scooted to the edge of the bed, springing to her feet for the bathroom.
“What do you suggest, Blue?” I asked joining her in the shower.
“Something tough for you. Lose your ego and stroke his a little.”
“I’m not stroking shit. Fuck K-Low.”
“This is why you need me.”
“I do need you for something else,” I flirted, wishing I could spend my day inside Navie.
