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She’d moved to Texas five years ago to pursue her career and had been thriving since.
The dark grey denim with oversized pockets was short, tight, and stopped right below the cuff of her cheeks.
She was no longer the slim twenty-seven-year-old waiting for her grown woman weight to hit. Now, at thirty-two, Sovanna was thick where she wanted to be and toned where she felt mattered.
Laurent’s newest single, Show Me Something, as if they’d written the lyrics for him.
A bottle of 1942 Don Julio was placed on their table, along with a carafe of orange juice and a bucket of ice. She beamed harder under the flashing lights as the DJ gave her a shoutout.
but his manicured beard perfectly outlined his chiseled jaw. It was luscious, giving a touch of ruggedness to his polished appearance. The few strands of gray that she detected added an air of maturity that she loved.
His attire for the night was a Rhude + Lamborghini black short-sleeved button-down, black denim, and coconut milk-colored Forces. She was thankful for the bright lighting and took in his beyond-handsome face of rich, cocoa brown. Bushy, untamed brows laid atop downturned, pensive, lighter brown eyes.
crisp cut with deep waves. The man was fine as fuck, smelled good, and had Sovanna at a loss for words when there had been so many she wanted to say minutes prior.
“Not at all. I want you to consent to everything that goes down tonight if I agree. With the way you’re standing there eye-fucking me, I’ma need you to be fully coherent if I slide my dick up in you.”
“We exchange names, and then you tell me the quickest way you want me to make you cum right now.”
“My name is Zahir,” he introduced, kissing her shoulder.
Brown, wet eyes, filled with determination, stared up at him. There wasn’t a challenge Sovanna didn’t take on.
“Mmm,” she hummed, pulling him out of her mouth to say, “I do love him.”
“Because getting to know you is on my agenda, and I’m a man who believes in handling business in a timely manner.”
“It’s coo’ baby doll. You don’t want me to take you out. I can accept that for now. How about we come to a compromise of sorts? You tell me something you want, and I get to feel you cream all over my dick again. That is necessary like a mothafucka,” he said with a grit in his tone, gently squeezing her waist.
Zahir needed to give her some reassurance.
“Only my actions can prove things, so you’ll see in due time.
“I know that’s right. Drop that mothafuckin’ location.”
Yesss love the energy baby!
“That’s the passcode to unlock my phone. My jeweler's name is saved under Naaz. Call and let him know your ring size. Ice your ears and wrists out, too.”
Baby that’s how my man need to be coming about me
“Do you truly believe that I ate your soul from your body as a game? Taking eight inches of my dick down your throat was a joke to you?”
“We’re good now. But just so we’re clear… I will break a niggas jaw behind you, so don’t ever play them get back games with me.”
