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“Number four. You can be a lot of shit when you’re around me, but scared ain’t one of ’em.”

“I’m not. I just—”

Makai made me swallow my words as he began to move toward me.

“Then make me a fucking believer and get on your knees.”

His command was deafening, dropping me to my knees instantly. The heat from his body warmed my face. The sight of his massiveness cured my curiosity. It was as prodigious as his presence. It was the perfect analogy for his demeanor.

His… everything. Everything was justified. The rudeness. The haughtiness. The dominance. The arrogance. The generosity. The… everything. Everything made sense now.

My fingers caressed Makai’s warmth. Manicured nails glistened around his meat, attempting to meet each other but failing miserably. At that moment, I regretted my profession. With a beautiful tool like his, lengthy, perfectly sculpted acrylic nails would’ve enhanced the visual.

Throbbing lips and a wet mouth parted, accepting the tip of him. Once, twice, I circled my tongue around his head, garnering a low grunt. A third and then fourth time led to his fingers in my hair, pulling it backward until my face was upward, staring into his lustful eyes.

“Don’t play with it, Mommas. You either gon’ stuff this motherfucker down your throat or get up.”

Blinking away the gloom that clouded my vision, I waited for Makai to continue. He’d yet to release me, letting me know he wasn’t finished.

“Aight?” he asked, peering down at me.

Nodding, I replied, “Yes.”

He never freed me from his grasp. Instead, he used it to guide himself inside my mouth, stopping only when his head hit the very back of my throat. Because my gag reflex was nonexistent, the reaction he was expecting wasn’t one that he received. He removed himself, creating a trail of saliva that was never-ending. The smirk of satisfaction on his face revealed that he was now privy to my little secret.

While occupied with his discovery, thoughts lingering, I used the opportunity to gain control. I pressed my hands against his thighs, offering stability, and sucked him back into my mouth.

“Shiiiit.”

Up and down, I bobbed, nearly releasing him each time I drew backward. Every time I pushed forward, I made sure he touched the back of my throat. Saliva pooled in my mouth, spilling out of the sides and sliding down the sides of my face.

When the timing felt right, I employed my hands, wrapping them both around his shaft. I twisted them in opposite directions while pulling upward, never releasing his tip from my mouth.

“Goddamn, girl.”

His body began to stiffen. He held onto the counter behind him for support. I refused to show any mercy. My hunger for his semen increased by the second. His climax was my mission, and I’d stop at nothing to watch him unravel under my influence. My hands, his thighs, my mouth, and my chest were both soaked. I lowered toward his balls, replacing my tongue and lips with my hands by extending their reach.

“Shit, Mommas.”

Sucking one into my mouth, I continued adapting to the taste of his skin. It was heavenly, forcing a moan from my throat.

“Ummmm.”

The heartbeat between my legs fueled me. I needed Makai’s semen like I needed my next breath. Without it, I felt as if I’d perish.

“Damn.”

His voice was thick, low, and laced with sex. His refusal to quiet himself made the hair on the back of my neck stand. It was the encouragement I didn’t know I needed.

Please say more.

With both balls in my mouth, I continued working his tool with my hands until I felt his bulge moving closer to the tip. Switching positions, I used one hand to continue massaging his sack and wrapped my lips around his missile, anxiously awaiting its firing.

“Dat dick ’bout to cum. Shit.”

His vow was music to my ears. Removing him from my mouth completely, I drained the pond that had formed underneath my tongue.

“SPUH.” I spat right on the head.

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