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"Yo, bartender!" he called out, completely opting against offering Jazzy a response. "Let me get a whole bottle of tequila," he requested as he sat his thick platinum card onto the bar.

A bit baffled by his request, the bartender collected his card, running it for the unopened bottle he requested. "Nigga, if you think you're about to fuck me all drunk and sloppy, you must be out of your mind." Jazzy smacked her lips as she crossed her legs.

Taking the bottle and his card out of the bartender's hand, Cameron scoffed at Jazzy. "Shut the fuck up," he crudely said. "You coming or what?"

"This supposed to be you matching my energy?" Jazzy tilted her head to the side before letting out some laughter in full amusement.

Cameron began to stride toward the elevator that led to his reserved room. He halted, peering over his shoulder at Jazzy, who remained in her seat awaiting a response from him. "Yeah, I'm matching your energy," he confirmed. "This what you wanted, right?"

Jazzy rose from her seat, grabbing her Valentino bag off the bar. Without any more grief, she followed in his direction, allowing him to lead the way to his hotel room. In the elevator, he uncapped his bottle of tequila, taking a swing of it straight to the head. She found the meltdown he was having amusing. It would constantly be this cat and mouse game between them since she refused to give more than she was offering. The sooner he understood that, the less of a bother he would be whenever he wasn't dicking her down.

The elevator ride was swift, landing them on the eighteenth floor of the lavish hotel. Stepping out, they roamed the hall for a brief moment before Cameron found his door. Using his phone, he unlocked the door, gaining entrance to the hotel room.

Jazzy made sure to shut and lock the door behind them before sitting her purse down. He turned to face her, his eyes searing into her, and for the first time, they were filled with lust and only lust. Usually, Jazzy would be able to pick up on something more telling within his eyes. It seemed like he had finally caught the hint.

She was prepared to move around him to step out of her heels, but she was stopped by his hands conforming to her toned sides, pulling her back so she could feel the mound that bulged in his Purple Brand jeans. "You gonna fuck me right after drinking all of that?" Jazzy asked as she pressed her rounded rear against his dick.

Cameron craned down to the crook of her neck, letting her floral scent fill his nostrils. "I got you," he asserted in a low, baritone voice.

Satisfied with his response, she proceeded to unbutton her jeans and step out of her heels. In her red lace panties, her rounded ass caught his attention, prompting him to grip a handful of it. A smirk played out on her face as she stripped herself of her crop top, which she sported without a bra.

Turning around to face him, she aided him with getting out of his shirt, showcasing his built and chiseled chest. His head lowered toward hers, and he absentmindedly went in for a kiss on her lips. Before he could lean in any closer, her hand made its way to his neck, stopping him immediately.

This time around, she didn't need to serve him with a verbal reminder of how he should no longer attempt to place his lips onto hers. Instead of her directing him toward her wet, anticipating pussy, he took initiative by getting on his knees himself. Pleased by his actions, her hand stroked over his deep waves as Cameron gripped the sides of her dainty lace panties, pulling them off. Eagerly, he dove his head between her legs, feening for a taste of the sweetness that coated her second set of lips.

Taken aback by the attention he was giving her pussy, she shuffled to a nearby couch. There, he pushed her down so she was sitting back while her fine, toned legs rested on his broad shoulders.

He flattened his long, warm tongue, lapping it over the waxed slits of her pussy. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he devoured her pearl with his phenomenal head game. Cameron really wanted to take his time with Jazzy. He was hoping the more he devoted into making her body quiver and leak of cum, the more she would become attached. It was an old, aged theory and method that he had used on many women prior to Jazzy. Unfortunately, not only was it played out, but Jazzy wouldn't have fallen for it even if it wasn't played out.

She sat in deep anticipation, waiting for him to part her lips to reveal her pink flesh inside. Seeing that he was on his own time and not hers, Jazzy reached her hand down, separating the thick lips of her pussy with her fingers. With her other hand, she steered his head so he could dip his tongue inside of her.

A smooth chuckle rolled out of him. It was like her to take control during their heated sex sessions, whether she was controlling the tempo of him plowing his dick deep inside of her guts or her bluntly telling him how she wanted to be fucked from position to position. She was a different caliber of woman, and that alone made him lose sight of his initial intentions.

The sounds of him slurping up her pussy brought her joy. Jazzlyn tossed her head back, causing her thick mane to sprawl across the couch. Despite Cameron being a headache whenever he got too into his feelings, she could admit that he fucked her good.

"Shit, Cameron!" Jazzy gritted as she felt the tip of his tongue swirl her pulsating clit.

Because her legs were hiked up on his broad shoulders, it was a natural reaction for her to clench her legs when he was hitting the right spot. To prevent her from doing that, Cameron placed his hands at her inner thighs, opening them wider so he could bury his face deeper.

Her breathing hitched as he picked up the pace of his tongue. He moved it every which way, making sure to taste her entirely. His tongue reached every cranny her pussy had to offer before he sucked on her clit.

Jazzy felt the pressure increase in her stomach as her back arched from the couch. Her toned legs stiffened as they shook slightly from the feeling of the body-quivering orgasm he cast upon her.Moans exhaled out of her breathlessly as she buried his head deeper into her pussy. His tongue lapped in delight, collecting all the sweetness that came dripping out of her. Hefinished her off by swirling the tip of his tongue around her swollen and throbbing clit again and then sealing it with a light kiss.

Jazzy then retired her limp legs from his shoulders. Cameron caught the notion, resulting in him standing to his feet, undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. As she steadied her breathing, she watched as he stripped from his jeans and briefs, allowing his long, thick dick to stand at attention. Instantaneously, Jazzy reached out and wrapped her hands around the girth of his dick. Tauntingly, she brushed the pad of her thumb against the bulging tip, causing him to clench his jaws as he peered down at her through his oak brown eyes.

She stood up, and his eyes trailed her the entire time. With her hand still wrapped around him, she slowly stroked back and forth. She managed to maneuver toward her purse, still stroking him with one hand. With her free hand, she reached into her purse, extracting a rubber that she knew she would be making use of when she agreed to meet with Cameron. With ease, she tore the wrapper open before rolling it onto his full length.

From there, she pushed him onto the couch where his shaft remained erect and standing at attention. As she stood over him with her beautifully sculpted body on full display, a devilish smirk graced her face. She positioned herself over his shaft as she straddled his lap. Her hand found its way around his neck as she inched herself down his pipe with her bottom lip crannied between her perfectly aligned teeth.

A heavy breath blew out of him as he tossed his head back in euphoria. Jazzy had been withholding herself from him, and rightfully so after the shit he pulled by telling everyone they were exclusive. Being balls deep inside of her now brought him nothing but bliss.

She bounced up and down, making sure to roll her hips to create a perfect rhythm for herself. Jazzy was enjoying everysecond of this. She was getting her final fix before Cameron did yet another thing to piss her off and cause her to drop him again.With all the shit she had going on with taking up all the responsibilities Priest left her with, she felt like she deserved some good dick.

Cameron thrusted his hips upward, causing their skin to roughly collide. She threw her head back in euphoria as his hands continued to roam her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands, giving them a light squeeze as she continued to roll her hips while riding him.In the distance, her phone sounded off in her purse and caught her attention immediately. Her head drifted in the direction of her purse, urging her to grab her phone. In the midst of the steamy sex session, her attention was partially withdrawn, which caused Cameron to grab ahold of her face, steering her head back to him.

"Fuck," Jazzy moaned. "I have to get that," she told him as he continued to pivot his hips into her.

Leaning toward her, he nestled his head into the crook of her neck, applying a few kisses onto her smooth skin. "No, you don't," he ordered her as his hands graced down to her ass.