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Karima got up first, turned around, and straddled me reverse cowgirl. She lined up her dripping pussy and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until her ass was pressed flush against my hips, swallowing every inch of my dick. At the same time, Ju swung a leg over and lowered her pretty pussy right onto my face.
I groaned into her wetness as Karima bounced her ass on my dick, her cheeks clapping loudly with every drop. I ate Ju like a starving man, tongue fucking deep into her hole, nose grinding against her clit, my fingers spreading her open so I could suck and slurp on her like she was the sweetest fruit I ever tasted.
She grinded on my face, hissing. “Sssss, so good. It’s sooo fucking good.”
Karima bounced faster. “Ooouu, Khi, you filling me up. I’ma cum so hard.” Her breath caught in her throat, she found a steady rhythm, and I felt her rain down on me. “Look at that cream on that dick!” Her walls fluttered, squeezing me as she came hard, juices dripping down my balls.
Feeling my nut build up in my ball sack, I lifted Ju. “I’ma ‘bout to bust.”
Alert, Karima hopped off my dick and wrapped her tongue around the head, while Ju stroked it and played with my balls.
“Y’all look so good sucking Daddy dick. Catch that nut. It’s coming. Arghhhh, it’s comin’. Shit, back up and open y’all mouth.”
Taking instructions well, they released me, heads back, mouths open, and tongues out. Sitting up, I stroked my dick feverishly until I bust on both of their tongues.
“Goddamn,” I let out, my chest rising and falling after the work I put in.
They collapsed on the side of me, Ju holding Karima from behind, breathing hard, as they came down off their orgasmic high. All three of us lay in silence, completely satisfied, smiles lazy and content in the afterglow, with the two of them eventually falling back to sleep. Just as I went to close my eyes, Key’s face popped in my head, making my dick stand up again. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to text her. It was well into the afternoon, so the time felt appropriate enough to text.
Me: Wassup, Fine Ass Girl? Hope you made it in safe last night. Hit me when you get this.
I debated for a few seconds on whether to send the text, eventually saying fuck it and pushing it through.
Now… the ball was in her court.
CHAPTER 11
The Recap
KYIRIS
One thing about me and the girls, if there were food and drinks to be had, we were going to be present and available to have it. And we never needed an excuse to spend some money, especially not on good food and atmosphere. Today, we were meeting up for lunch and a little gossiping. By 12:30 p.m., I was headed out my door and on the way to Manhattan. It was Amil’s turn to pick the spot, and when I stepped off the elevator into Peak a little after 1:15, I knew exactly why she did. I fell in love with the entire aesthetic immediately. The place overlooked Manhattan, with floor to ceiling windows, marble at every turn, and just a place where bad bitches should convene.
The view and ambiance was so good, I just knew the food would be even better. I loved luxury without trying too hard, and the restaurant gave just that. Removing my Chloe shades, I smoothed out the cream-colored halter jumpsuit I wore that gave sexy yet very classy. There was a little peek of side boob but not too much to have people looking at me sideways in the establishment. The only stares I’d get were from the patrons trying to figure out if a celebrity had walked through.
I paired the jumpsuit with gold accessories, a few gold bangles on one wrist with my Rolex that my mother had giftedme and a David Yurman stack on the other, giving every bit of ‘this a bad bitch, approach like you got some sense’. Before I could make it to the hostess stand to confirm the party I was booked with, my phone vibrated in my purse. Stepping aside to let the couple who I’d rode up on the elevator with go ahead of me, I pulled the phone out. There was a message from Mehki and one from Amil. Ignoring the one from Mehki and making a mental note to come back to it, I opened Amil’s text.
Milz: Drinks are on the table, and you’re still not here. You literally have no sense of time.
I laughed, tossing the phone back in my purse. Making my way up to the hostess station, I was greeted with a smile that looked like it was permanent on the woman’s face for her whole shift.
“Welcome to Peak, do you have a reservation with us today?”
“Hi, yes. Party name is Sullivan.”
Her smile widened. “Right this way.”
Somewhere in the background as we walked through the dining area, a DJ blended R&B into Afrobeats, making the atmosphere live but a subtle vibe at the same time. The hostess stopped near the windows where my girls sat, hard to miss in their shades of nude. Amil loved a theme, and the group text the night before requested that we wear nude to the brunch.
“Oh, look who’s here.” Danae was the first to call me out with a smile.
“What? I’m within the fifteen-minute grace period.” I laughed, walking around the table to hug everyone.
“It’s 1:17, Key,” Amil pointed out.
“I got here at 1:15 though,” I corrected, taking a seat next to Dai.
“Bitch, this ain’t no appointment.” Dai laughed. “Just admit that you have no sense of time when you’re on someone else’s time. We’ll still love you the same.”
