Page 13 of All The Smoke

I fought super hard to keep my smile at bay but I failed miserably.

He always made my insides do somersaults in his presence.

It was sickening. Jamal was the only man to ever have me feeling some kind of way before.

With Solomon Sr. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, I just knew he had me intrigued.

I placed the blunt inside of my Perfect Puffer and lit the other end.

“Don’t be putting that girly ass shit on my blunt, KK.”

I smiled as I exhaled the smoke. “It’s not girly. They make these for men too. It helps with lip discoloration.”

“Any nigga using one of them when they smoke like the same shit that you do.”

“Not true.” I laughed. “I know straight men that use these.”

“Yeah, aight.” He snickered. “Pass that shit though. Damn.”

“Sorry,” I said as I handed the blunt back to him.

As we sat there and smoked, we took shots from the bottle of Don Rep he’d brought.

I really didn’t need to be drinking anymore but we were vibing.

He told me about his son and how they were going to the mountains the following weekend and that he was a PK.

At first glance I would not think his parents were the pastor and first lady of Crescent Falls World Outreach.

People always said the preacher’s kids were the worst but I didn’t imagine them to look like Solomon.

His rich chocolate skin tone, the tattoos all over, from his neck to his legs and anywhere in between, I imagined, the pearly white teeth along with the iced out grill from time to time, his heavenly scent, rugged and rough persona; it all had me in a frenzy.

He was so fucking sexy. I was working overtime to contain myself and the alcohol didn’t do shit but intensify the feeling.

“You really want to do that to yourself, Kaori?”

“Wh-what?”

“You keep looking at me like you want this dick, baby.”

My brows furrowed. “I-wh… No,” I stammered.

He lifted from leaning against the dresser, slowly walking my way, my pulse picking up with each step.

“You don’t?”

“I—what are you doing, Solomon?” I whispered and closed my eyes for a brief second as he got closer, then eventually sat beside me.

I thought I was going to faint when he leaned in and landed a gentle kiss on my neck then under my ear before whispering, “So you don’t want me to take care of this pussy?”

My mouth parted slightly and I shivered feeling his massive, soft hand journey up my thigh.

I wanted to respond, I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs and beg him to take care of me, but my voice was caught in my throat as I enjoyed the closeness of him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

“Solomon,” I damn near moaned when he began to kiss and suck my collarbone.

“Mm,” he groaned, running kisses along my jawline. “You smell good, baby.”

“I—what are you d-doing t-to me?” My eyes opened slowly when I felt him disconnect and locked onto his amused ones. I felt my brows dip as I studied his handsome face. “What?”

“I want to do a lot to you for real, Kaori, but we lit so I don’t want to take advantage.”

“You won’t be,” I said quickly, immediately regretting it. I didn’t want to seem thirsty or easy. “I mean—sorry.” I palmed my forehead, shooting to my feet. “I should go.”

I reached for my purse but he grabbed my hand gently to stop me.

“Chill, lil baby.” He smiled.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m a mess right now.” I shook my head. “Morgan is texting me. I’m just going to go.”

“Naw, you not.” He chuckled, pulling me closer to him, between his legs as his hands caressed the back of my thighs.

Chills rapidly covered my entire body when he pressed his lips into my stomach.

“Text ya homegirl and tell her you good,” he said and I obliged.

Lord, this man is dangerous! “Now, can I get a three-sixty of you in this?” he asked, then bit the corner of his bottom lip. “You look good as fuck.”

He didn’t wait for me to give the affirmative, instead slowly turning me himself, peppering kisses as he did. When my ass was in his face, he stopped me, gently caressing and squeezing right before I felt his lips on my cheeks.

Using the front of my legs, he pulled me back into his lap and spread my legs across his. One of his hands groped my right breast as he used the other to push the bottoms of my bikini to the side. A low hiss escaped my lips when he brushed his fingers across my pussy.

I truly couldn’t believe I was allowing what was happening to happen, but I couldn’t stop it either.

My body craved him. I wanted him to do what he wanted and have his way with me.

That threw me for an entire loop because I’d never been with anyone other than my ex on an intimate level.

I never wanted a man to have me more than I wanted Solomon, not even Jamal.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Damn, girl, shit wet already,” he said in a low, sexy, husky voice.

I was ready to cum from just this small interaction.

My jaw dropped when I felt him push two of his fingers inside of me then slowly stroked in and out.

“I want to eat this mothafucka, and that’s shocking because a nigga don’t eat pussy that often, but I want it to be sloppy so can you cum for me? ”

Lord, what is happening?

Is this real?

Was I really doing this?

Was he really doing this to me?

Wait, what the hell was he doing to me?

I couldn’t control my thoughts or myself as I released on his fingers on command. He stroked my middle to perfection, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my clit while doing so, and pinching down on my nipple just right so it was impossible to hold my climax.

“Shit,” he grunted. “I didn’t think it was going to happen that quickly.”

He continued to stroke my center until I climaxed for a second time, only that time I was a little more vocal.

I tried hard to contain my moans but that had proven to be impossible very quickly.

I was pretty sure from this small interaction alone my body would succumb to pretty much anything he wanted it to.

I released a low moan when he slowly withdrew his fingers from my leaking pussy and almost climaxed again when I heard his moan as he tasted my essence from his fingers.

‘Yeah, I gotta have that all on my face, come on.” He tapped my thigh for me to get up and stood along with me.

Solomon wasted no time spinning me toward the bed, laying me on my back.

He untied the sides of my bikini, removing it from under me and tossing it to the side before he pushed my legs back as far as they could go.

I almost lost my mind when I felt his tongue slither down my slit to my ass and back up.

“Solo—shit,” I whimpered with my voice trembling.

The pads of his thumbs massaged the area right outside of my pussy lips as he feasted on me.

I tried hard to keep my voice as low as possible as he took turns sucking on my clit and fucking me with his tongue but failed miserably.

Music played outside, but if anyone was in the house I was sure they heard me.

Multiple orgasms ripped through me as he ate my pussy like there was no tomorrow along with fingering me. I couldn’t recall a time I had ever gotten head so fucking good. My ex was no slouch but he for sure wasn’t Solomon. This man was insatiable as he kept bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.

After the last one, he finally surfaced, kissing his way up my body, stopping to show both of my breasts some attention. He rotated between each one, sucking on my nipple while gently groping the other until he was satisfied. He kissed the rest of his way up until reaching my lips.

He slithered his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste the remnants of my essence on his tongue while he untied the top to my bathing suit, tossing it to the side as well.

Without breaking the kiss, he removed the cotton Ralph Lauren shorts that matched the hoodie he’d taken off when he first entered the room.

Seconds later I felt him at my entrance, pushing inside of me slowly.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered softly when he was all the way inside.

He stayed still for a few minutes and I was grateful because I needed a second to get used to his girth before he began to slowly move in and out.

“Girl,” he growled against my lips. “Shit.” He shook his head as he rested his forehead against mine. “I knew this pussy was gon’ be good when I saw you the first time, but damn.”

My nails dug into his shoulder as he worked me slowly. I was turned on even more hearing him say my pussy was good. I mean, I knew it was, but was glad he thought so too.

“I-I’m—shit.”

“Mhm, I feel it, shit.”

An orgasm ripped through my body with a vengeance as he fiercely pumped in and out of me. I broke skin sinking my nails into his arms.

“Turn around,” he stated lowly after assisting me through that orgasm.

“Put that fat ass in the air, baby.” Without hesitation, I flipped over, forming the perfect arch in my back.

“Just like that, baby girl,” he said as he positioned himself behind me.

“Mothafucka look good, Kaori, and it feel good too.” I was mute due to him easing himself back inside of me.

“Good pussy having ass.” A slap sounded in the room as his hand landed on my ass cheek right before he reached for something on the bed then I heard the lighter strike.

Is this nigga about to smoke?

“Move this pretty mothafucka,” he said, using one of his hands to rub on both cheeks. “I don’t like lazy pussy, mama.”

Without having to be told twice I moved back and forth on his dick, clawing deeper into the sheets each time I hit the base. He met my thrusts, guiding me and controlling the pace as he held onto one of my hips.

“Feel so fucking good.”

“Ah,” I whimpered when he fisted the back of my braids, bringing me all the way up so my back was to his chest as he continued to fuck me.

Solomon kissed me sloppily after taking a big pull from the blunt, bringing me to yet another climax.

I had lost count of what number we were on.

I was more turned on than I ever had been.

This shit was so sexy. Everything about it, everything about him.

Gently pushing me forward, he leaned with me, putting the rest of the blunt in the ashtray then getting up and commencing to deliver medium-paced strokes.

“Solomon,” I called out in a shaky voice. “Oh my god.”

“Fuck you been at all my life, girl?” he mumbled. “Gotdamn.”

His fingers penetrated my hips as the pace of his strokes picked up.

“Shit,” I cooed, on the verge of yet another release.

“Fuck,” he grunted lowly. “You gon’ cum with me, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, eyes closed tightly. “Fuck, yes.”

His strokes sped up as he pounded into me mercilessly from behind. I clawed at and tugged on the sheets as he went in, pulling another orgasm from me easily. That continued for a few minutes until he finally released with me.

My shoulders slumped and I sat there as dead weight while we caught our breaths.

I didn’t even bother to move when he withdrew himself and headed for the bathroom.

I was completely spent and had no energy to do shit but lay in that spot and go to sleep.

I almost did until I felt a warm washcloth on my lower body cleaning me up.

I simpered a little, seeing him be a gentleman.

Jamal’s goofy ass laid there while I cleaned us up.

“What you doing?” he asked when I finally got up and reached for my bikini. I needed to go back to the party. Mo had been blowing my phone up and looking for me.

“About to redress,” I answered. “I need to go see about my best friend. We were all pretty lit earlier.”

“I want you to chill with me tonight though.” He smiled, pulling me close again. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“I have to go.”

“Naw, you don’t,” he countered. “You can chill with me tonight. I promise to make it worth your while.”

How could I argue with that? He had literally made my little trip to the bathroom more than worth it.