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T he bass thumped through the Club Paradise like it had a heartbeat of its own, shaking the entire room.

I leaned back against the plush velvet sofa in my private VIP section above the stage.

The smoke from my Cuban cigar surrounded me in the chaos of flashing lights.

My eyes, though, weren’t on the crowd. They were locked on her.

“Rodeo” by Lah Phat piles of money lay at her feet, and you could barely see the floor.

But I knew one thing for sure: I was under her spell, and there was no way I was ever getting out. I know this because I’d tried.

The lights faded, and Olivia strutted off the stage, but not before locking eyes with me one last time.

It took the bouncers nearly twenty minutes to gather her earnings from the platform.

By the time they were finished, they hauled away three bulging trash bags stuffed with cash.

I wasn’t shocked, though. Every time Olivia hit the stage, she made bank, further gaining haters from the rest of the dancers who already didn’t like her because they knew she was who these niggas came to see.

I finished the last of my drink and stood up.

Heading out of my section, I made my way downstairs and toward the exit.

I never stayed after Olivia’s set. I only showed up on the nights that she danced, leaving before she had the chance to change.

As I walked through the crowded dance floor, I could feel eyes on me.

When I looked around, my eyes landed on a hooded figure at the bar, staring a hole through me. I already knew who the person was.

I chuckled and kept it moving, but the petty nigga in me had me retreating in the opposite direction toward the back of the club.

I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but who the fuck was gonna check me?

When I got to the back, the dude who was guarding the dressing rooms knew who I was and who I was there to see, so he let me through with no problem.

Just as I reached the door of the dressing room, I saw who I was looking for slipping into the bathroom.

The door barely creaked as she tried to close it behind her.

Without thinking, I pushed the door open, my hand brushing against the cool wood.

I stepped inside before she had the chance to react.

Olivia froze for a split second, glancing over her shoulder, eyes widening for a moment before narrowing into that familiar, feisty glare I knew all too well. “What the hell are you doing, Bo? Josh is here.” she pushed out, her voice low, but there was no mistaking the edge in it.

I didn’t back up, nor did I even hesitate. “You think I give a fuck about that nigga? Fuck him.” I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her waist, admiring her outfit. I knew she wore it just for me.

“Bo—”

Gripping her by the neck, I pulled her to me and crashed my lips against hers.

She paused for a bit before giving in to me.

I tried sucking the air out of her ass. The kiss was so deep it had my heart damn near about to combust out of my chest. When she wrapped her arms around my neck, I gripped her ass, picked her up, and sat her on the sink without detaching our lips.

As we continued swapping spit, I unbuckled my belt and worked on pulling my dick out.

My shit was feigning to feel the inside of her tight walls.

We hadn’t fucked in over a month, and I couldn’t take this shit anymore.

Just as I was pulling her thong to the side, ready to slide into home base, she tried to push me back, but it was too late. I had already pushed my dick deep inside her, and she was dripping wet, proving she was excited I’d hit a home run.

“Oh, God! B… Bo. We… We can’t do this!” she moaned out, her walls sucking me in like they missed me.

Without responding, I picked up the pace, and her pussy clenched around my shaft the more I dug into her guts.

Olivia is the only woman who was able to handle my size, and that alone had me hooked, lined, and sinker.

I grabbed her neck as I continued beating up her box, squeezing it just enough not to hurt her.

I grunted, feeling her pussy queef as her eyes began to roll to the back of their lids.

Her moans echoed through the small bathroom, along with the squishy sound of her pussy.

“Damn, your pussy so wet, O,” I groaned as I slowed my pace, moving with precision inside of her. “Open your eyes and look how wet I got this… shit!” My eyes shot down to her pussy, and I bit my lip. “Look how wet I got this pussy, O.” Her tightness had me stumbling over my damn words.

She did what I asked, and we both looked down at the mess we were making as if we were watching a movie.

Olivia groaned as she watched my dick slid in and out, and out and in her with ease.

My pole was covered in her nectar; you could barely see the color of my dick.

That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t wearing a fucking condom.

Shaking my head, I bit back a displeased groan.

A nigga was being reckless out this bitch.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Olivia. I just didn’t know if she was making ole boy strap up or not.

It was too late to stop, though. I was already inside those pearly gates, ready to repent all of my sins, and there was no way I could pull out if I wanted.

“Shit, I missed you, Bo. God, I missed you so much, baby,” she whimpered as her nails dug into my arms. When she tried to kiss me, I turned my head. We weren’t on that type of time anymore.