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A few songs had gone by when the DJ announced the owner’s arrival, and it was none other than Raya’s ass.

I looked down from where I was sitting to see her and two other women strutting in, flanked by the same guards from earlier.

She looked even better than she had a couple of hours ago, especially since she was wearing even less.

In place of the dress she’d had on before, she was now rocking a black, mesh, long-sleeved top and a black leather mini skirt.

Her hair was in a high ponytail, putting her face on full display, shaming every bitch in attendance, even the ones with her.

I bit my lip, watching as she moved through the room like a boss and commanded everybody’s attention.

She stopped to talk to Nasha, getting some kind of report while her girls went to the bar, and I made a mental note to speak before the night was over.

My staring must have been obvious because one of the strippers stopped dancing to climb into my lap, winding her hips and bouncing her breasts in my face.

“Can I leave with you later?” she asked, tossing her long weave over her shoulder.

We hadn’t even been there a full hour, so I knew right then I wasn’t going to agree to some shit like that.

I still hadn’t even seen everything the club had to offer, and after seeing Raya, I had my sights set on her, but I flashed my teeth anyway.

“I’ll think about it,” I said simply, tucking some bills into her thong before scanning the room again. Raya’s fine ass was nowhere in sight, and I hoped she hadn’t left that fast.

“I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.” She raised her brows, trying hard to sweeten the deal, but I still wasn’t going to tell her ass yes. I couldn’t lie like it wasn’t appealing as fuck though.

“Hershey! I know you’re not tryna sell pussy in my club!

” Raya appeared out of thin air, and shorty froze, looking terrified as the other girls got the fuck on.

She hadn’t even been talking to them, but obviously, they didn’t want any smoke.

Hershey was already pleading her case as she climbed to her feet, even though Raya’s attention was now on me.

I straightened out my jeans, meeting her gaze with a lax expression of my own.

Shit, I really thought it was funny that she was taking it there because she should’ve known better than to think I would ever pay for some pussy.

“Mr. St. Cruz, can I have a word with you?” Everything seemed to quiet down, and Maasai jumped to try and smooth shit over.

“Aye, I don’t know what was said, but I can assure you we weren’t on no shit like that?—”

“It’s cool, bro. I got this, finish your dance,” I told him, even though I knew he damn sure wasn’t about to do that. He was probably ready to get the fuck out of there with his scary ass, but he surprisingly fell back into his seat with his face balled up.

“Raya, I?—”

“You’re done for the night, Hershey. You can head on home.” Raya didn’t even look at the girl as she dismissed her.

“But—” Shorty’s argument died in her throat as Raya’s steely gaze finally landed on her, and after an intense stare down, Hershey stormed off with a couple of the others on her trail. Unmoved, Raya looked back at me.

“Coming?” Without waiting for me, she started out of the section, and I followed, letting Maasai and Aw’sum know I’d be right back.

Raya glided through the club until she reached a staircase I hadn’t noticed before.

We ended up in an office that looked out over the club, and I took the room in, impressed.

Everything was sleek and black with gold accents and obviously expensive, even down to the figurines on her desk.

She waited until I closed the door before speaking, and by then she was already sitting on the corner of the desk, crossing her legs so that her skirt rode up.

“I’m gonna be completely honest. I want you to fuck me.

I actually think it’s destined for us. See, I believe in signs, and it can’t be a coincidence that we ran into each other twice in the same night.

Especially when we never ran into each other before.

It’s like God is putting you in my path for a reason, and I wanna see where this thing goes. ”

Immediately, a voice in my head told me to get the fuck on.

Raya was obviously delusional as hell to think shit was going anywhere with us when she was already married, but my dick had a mind of its own.

So when shorty spread her legs open, revealing a shaved and already glistening pussy, every bit of sense left me.

I was already undoing my jeans as I made my way over to where she sat, swirling her finger in her juices.

“Don’t read too much into this shit, Raya. It’s only going as far as me occasionally giving you some dick,” I warned, tearing the wrapper off my condom as I reached her, but it was like she didn’t hear shit I’d said.

“Mmhmm, let me do it.” Her low eyes gleamed as she took the rubber from me before dropping to her knees.

When she was face-to-face with my dick, she let out a low moan and sucked the head into her mouth like it was a bomb pop.

That shit shut me right up, and I watched in silence as she slid the condom down my dick with ease, constricting her throat in a way that damn near had my knees buckling.

“I’ll save that for next time, but I need to feel you right now.

” She stood, frantically hiking her skirt up around her waist, and bent over the desk.

The sight of a huge, colorful butterfly tattoo that covered her entire ass wasn’t even surprising.

I slid my dick up and down her wetness, before dipping inside of her slowly.

Her tight walls clamped around me, sucking me in deeper and deeper until her ass was flush against me.

I stayed there for a second, enjoying the snug fit and trying to not think too hard about how good that shit felt, but Raya began thrusting her ass back.

Between the mixture of her ass jiggling so that the tattoo looked like it was moving and the way she was choking my dick, it felt like she was fucking me instead of the other way around.

Feeling the need to take control of the situation, I gripped her waist and slammed into her roughly, making sure she was feeling every inch of me.

“God damn!” I panted, seeing her cream covering my dick as I slowed down my strokes. I couldn’t resist slapping her on the ass, and I grew harder when she tossed her head back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her body quivered, and she stiffened as her first orgasm hit her. “Ohhh, baby , I’m cumming!” she screamed, her pussy contracting violently.

I stopped long enough to lift one of her legs on the desk, giving me more access to her G-spot as I spread her ass cheeks.

Her juices ran down her thighs and mine as I continued giving her deep strokes until she started fucking me back again.

“Yeah, wake that ass up! You asked for this dick, you gone get it!” Her wild moans and the sound of me sliding through her gushy pussy filled the room.

“Fuck, Cruuuuz , you feel sooooo good! Make me cum, papi! ”

She kept talking that freaky shit, drawing me closer to my own nut as I felt her cum again. “Where you want this nut?” I frowned, ready to explode.

“I wanna taste it, papi!” The way she said that shit while looking back at me as she continued working her hips through her own orgasm made it almost impossible to pull out.

I was already shooting my seed in the condom when I pulled away and snatched it off, just in time for her to catch the last drops.

She didn’t even flinch at the fact that I’d hit her hair and shirt as she did a two-hand twist like she was milking my shit.

“Mmhmm, it tastes as good as I thought it would.” Real shit, I was still trying to gather myself as she scooped up what she could from her clothes and sucked it off her fingers.

That shit had my semi-hard dick twitching back to life, ready for a round two, but a knock on the door stopped me.

“Raya, we need to go! It’s Dex, he’s in the hospital!”

She rolled her eyes like hearing that her husband was in the hospital was an inconvenience.

“Guess we’ll have to pick this up another time.

” She didn’t have the slightest sense of urgency, not even pulling her skirt back down as she switched to the en suite bathroom to clean up.

“You’re more than welcome to wash up in here, or you can use the wipes by my desk,” she tossed out over her shoulder, still sounding way too relaxed for a bitch whose husband was probably dying or some shit.

Opting to get the fuck away from her crazy ass, I snatched up the wipes and cleaned myself up quickly, making sure to wrap the condom before putting it in my pocket.

She was too off to risk leaving that shit there.

I didn’t even say shit as I headed to the door, but she must’ve sensed me leaving because she stuck her head out with a smile. “Call me!”

“Yeah, that bitch nuts,” I grumbled lowly, making a note to throw her damn number away as soon as I got the chance.