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On the way to her room, Carmen took a second or two to think of where she was, what was going on, and what might happen. She was at a hotel, walking slowly to her suite with a man that she barely knew, who had been protecting her for two years. But despite that fact, she felt as if they had been wanting each other for some time. Carmen knew better than to believe that even if his job was to protect her, it was clear to her that by accepting his offer to escort her to her room, that they would have sex, and would she want that?
She realized within an instant that yes, she not only wanted that, but she needed it, craved it even.
“Here we are,” Kamau said.
“We’re here.” Carmen took out the keycard and slid it in the lock. She was about to open the door when he stopped her.
“Let me go in first and check it out,” he said and opened the door. They went in, and while Carmen waited by the door as Kamau took a quick look around the suite. “Seems to be all clear, Ms. Taylor … I mean Carmen.”
Carmen stepped to him. “Thank you, Kamau,” she said and looked up into his eyes. Since he had been infatuated with Carmen since his first day on the job, and had thought of little else since she slid in his car, Kamau leaned forward and kissed Carmen’s lips gently.
It was devastating how quickly his kiss could make her so senseless, so immediately yearning and breathlessly wanting more of his kiss. Instinctively, she clutched his shirt right above his belt buckle and held on. She melted under the single-minded way his mouth ate her up as if she’d gobbled up the world’s last piece of chocolate and he wanted a taste. After what felt like an eternity, his lips separated from hers, and he nipped her swollen lips gently. And it wasn’t nearly enough, she realized. Not by a long shot.
Carmen eased the jacket off his shoulders and then their lips met again, and his mouth was devouring hers. Kamau unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. He stepped back a bit to admire Carmen’s beautiful body, a body that he had fantasized about for two years.
“I dreamed of this,” he whispered so low that even Carmen couldn’t make out what he was saying as she loosened his tie and took off his shirt. Once he had his pants off, Kamau picked up Carmen, carried her to the bed while he kissed her and then gently laid her across the bed.
She almost melted in the moment when his condom-clad, hard and thick erection slid with such sweet friction deep into her that fused them together. Behind her eyes, ecstasy imploded and move
d all the way to her nipples and down to her toes like electricity, unleashing her orgasm before his second thrust.
“Ooooh!”
The sound was torn from her as she pushed back against him and into the next wave of pleasure that assaulted her. Carmen was clutching him deep inside her warmth, tensing and weakening at the same time.
I needed this.
And it wasn’t over. Not with him still thrusting, grinding, building the tension back up in her body. His body tensed, and within the grip of her clasp, he lodged deeper, dragging a low grunt from him, the air vibrating around them.
Carmen moaned in pleasure while Kamau continued to slide in and out of her. The feelings that he was making her feel had her so caught up that Carmen began throwing her hips into him harder; working her hips and inner muscles.
Then suddenly, Kamau flipped Carmen over so she was on top of him. She planted her feet, braced her hands on his thighs, arched her back and began slamming her body down on him like this with the last bit of dick and she would never get fucked again. And Kamau was fucking her so deep and he was hitting her spot so good that her body started to tremble from the exquisite sweet pain.
Carmen rode him harder and faster and then forced her nipple into his mouth. Kamau sucked on it hard and it made her muscles tighten around him, bringing her closer to another climax. As the tingling sensation built in the balls of her feet, Carmen worked her hips and her inner muscles until his body began to tremble. Carmen rocked her hips furiously, Kamau’s entire body went rigid and they exploded together.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Knowing that Bobby and Pam would be returning from Fiji in a couple of days, Barbara and Destiny were hitting the clubs again. After being escorted out of The Four Kings, Barbara thought they should go someplace where nobody knew her. They had heard about a place called Club Garage, a club that actual used to be a garage, that a lot of people were talking about and decided to go there. Unbeknownst to Barbara, the spot was managed by Gee-Money Benton, who ran the spot for Bruce Lloyd, who was a soldier for Baby Chris Arcus.
They smoked a blunt outside before they went in and once they were inside, the air was thick with it. They had been having a great time dancing and drinking all night. Now it was getting late in the evening or early in the morning, depending on your perspective, Barbara was blazed, and Destiny was fucked up … elbow on the table holding her head up … fucked up.
They were sitting at a table near the dance floor when a man came over and tried to get Barbara to dance with him. Even though she turned him down, he wouldn’t leave her alone.
“Why don’t you just go away?” Barbara waved her hand and he grabbed it.
“Come on. One dance ain’t gonna kill you.”
“What’s up, Streak?” a female voice came from behind him.
When he let go of Barbara’s hand and turned around, she looked up at the woman and realized who it was.
“What’s up, Butta?”
“She said she don’t wanna dance with you.”
“What that to you?”
“She’s my sister,” Bobby’s other daughter Tenikka Mack said.