Next Day.

"East. East, you doing it or not?" Saint's best friend, Kassan, nudged his shoulder, snapping him from the daze he was in.

"I'm doing what? My fault I'm tripping." He ran his hand down his face, looking at the block of crystal meth sitting in front of him.

"Bitch what you got goin' over there?" Kassan frowned, calling over a product tester, Jason.

"Nothin'. I'm tripping." He chuckled, shaking his head. He watched Jason put the meth into a glass pipe, beginning to smoke the whiteish blue rocks.

He dozed back off into his thoughts, getting distracted again. He couldn't seem to get Mani off of his mind. He didn't really like how he was dissed last night, he was used to getting what he wanted.

He knew that he was attractive. Women threw themselves at him everyday, but now that Mani hadn't, he was beginning to think maybe he didn't look as good as he thought. Why else would she reject him?

He thought that after getting a few hours of sleep last night, he'd wake up with the remembrance of her gone, but he was sadly mistaken because she was all he'd been thinking about today.

"Yeah, this definitely that shit." Jason coughed, his body going limp from the high, feeling as if he was laying on clouds.

"But is it better than the shit we already got?" Saint questioned, holding up a bag of his own product, and Jason began to fidget for it, making Saint shake his head.

"Nah, ion want the deal." Saint stood up, making Kassan do the same.

"Wha-why? Esto es lo mejor." The connect, Miguel, spoke.

"Can't be. If it was the best, he wouldn't be feening for the one I got. Preciate ya' though." Saint chuckled, not caring about the frown on his face.

"Of course he still wants the one he's used to. But this-this is about to take over the market amigo. I am trying to give you the first dibs!" Migue said in his heavy Spanish accent.

"You must ain't hear me the first time." He shook his head, grabbing his briefcase.

"Ay. You will regret this my friend. My apologies for you coming this way for nothing." Miguel told him, and he waved it off.

Saint led the way out, Kassan pulling Jason along, too high to function by himself.

"So? What the fuck got you gone like that?" Kassan walked on the side of him, and he glanced over.

"Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" He chuckled, walking on the elevator.

"You didn't pay attention to that meeting at all. Had my dumbass listening so we ain't miss nothin'." Kassan frowned, making him laugh.

"Not shit. Just ain't get enough sleep I guess." He shrugged, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Right. Who you think you fooling?" He rose an eyebrow, and Saint chuckled.

"Bitch get off my dick. Worry bout what the fuck you gone do with Jason." He waved him off, unlocking his truck doors.

"Nigga fuck Jason. Anyways, you sliding to Luxe wit' me and Spider in a few hours?" Kassan said, and Saint rose an eyebrow.

"For?" He sarcastically questioned, making him smack his lips.

"Ight. Maybe. I'll see how I'm feeling after a nap." He shrugged, getting in his truck.

Kassan patted his trunk twice, before walking off to his, and Saint backed out of the parking spot.

He pulled in front of his house within a half hour, yawning as he stepped out of the car.

He'd ended up completing everything on today's schedule, and made the meeting with the connect last instead of first, knowing he wouldn't feel like doing it early in the morning.

The meeting with the Ross' had been rescheduled to tomorrow, so he had a free schedule tonight. He figured he could go out. He hadn't been in so long, might as well.

Walking in his room, he undressed himself, placing his dirty clothes in his hamper, climbing in his bed, his sore body absorbing his soft comforters.

At times like this, he wished he had a girlfriend to come home to. He could really go for a massage and a home cooked meal.

He didn't really indulge himself with women often, sex didn't excite him, and he didn't trust anyone enough to even start looking to date.

But he was getting older, and his mom was on him bad about settling down and giving her some more grandchildren. Which he wanted to do, but he just didn't feel the motivation that was needed for all of that at the moment.

He dozed off a few minutes later, ceasing his thoughts. He twisted and turned during his nap, eventually waking up a few hours later to his phone ringing.

"Bitch where you at?!" Kassan shouted over loud music, and Saint frowned his face up.

"Nigga I'm on my way. Get the fuck off my phone." He rasped, ending the call and groaning in frustration.

He raised up from his bed, brushing his teeth, taking a shower, and then getting dressed in a pair of black jeans, a fitted black shirt, and black Timbs.

Spraying cologne on himself, he ran his hand over his cornrows in the mirror, needing them redone.

Saint made a mental note to tell Alayna as he got in his truck, leaving his house.

He made the short drive to the club, already tired and annoyed as he parked in the back, in VIP. He gave his keys to a chauffeur, figuring he might as well get drunk tonight.

Security was waiting for him at the door, and he clutched the gun on his waist as they lead him inside the club.

"The muthafuckin' Don Pablo, big backend East is in the fucking building!" The DJ announced, and Saint chuckled as the club began to scream. His city loved him.

"Yo, finally nigga." Kassan dapped him up, and he smacked his lips.

"Shut up bitch I could've stayed home." He bucked at him, and Kassan fake flinched, making him roll his eyes.

"Gimme a drink pussy." He waved him off, and Kassan laughed, pouring him a cup of Hennessy, his favorite.

"You slept long enough or you gone leave early like a granny?" Kassan asked as Saint sipped from the red cup.

"Nah. Might take one of these bitches to my condo or somethin'." He shrugged, chugging the liquor, then flaring his throat once he finished.

"Bet. Ima find you a big booty bitch before the night over wit'. Know yo dick dusty, ain't been in no pussy in so long." Kassan shook his head, and Saint punched him hard in his shoulder, making him hiss.

"Yo shut the fuck up. Gay ass nigga. Fuck you worried bout what I'm doing with my dick for?" Saint threw his empty cup at him, making him laugh.

"I'm just saying. It's ok buddy. Don't be sad." He sarcastically spoke, and Saint rolled his eyes, chugging another cup of Hennessy.

Saint could feel the liquor setting in, he was a light weight because he barely ever drank. He pulled the blunt from behind his ear, lighting it as he waved at the cameras that recorded him.

He chuckled as some of the women screamed for him, holding his middle fingers up to pose for pictures.

"Bitch think he a celebrity." Kassan shook his head, opening a stack of ones to throw on the stripper that was dancing in front of him.

"I swear to god you been hating since I walked in. Shut the fuck up." Saint laughed, blowing smoke out his mouth.

Kassan shrugged, a smirk on his face as he threw the money, Saint drinking another cup of liquor, drunk as hell.

He looked around to analyze his surroundings, something he did whether he was sober or not. It was like an instinct at this point.

"Pablo." A voice called, and he looked down, a stripper standing in front of him, holding her chest because she wasn't wearing a top, only fishnets as her bottoms.

"Wassup?" He licked over his lips, trailing his eyes from her large boobs, his favorite part of a woman's body.

"You want a dance?" She spoke seductively, and he grabbed two stacks of ones, turning her around.

She bent over, her hands on her knees as she threw her ass to the beat of the song by Kstylis.

Saint threw ones, chuckling as she pressed herself against his lower half.

She bit her lip, feeling his shaft that rested against his thigh even on soft, tossing her hair over her shoulder, hoping she was making a good impression.

"Damn. Y'all wilding up here." Spider chuckled, walking into the section, making Saint look up.

He kind of froze in place, seeing Mani trailing behind Spider, wearing a white latex dress that hugged her figure, YSL heels on her feet, her white toes sticking out of the edge of them.

The dress had a built in push up bra, but he could see that her boobs sat firm and pretty by themselves. His dick immediately hardened, removing himself from behind the stripper.

"Here. Preciate you." He passed her the rest of the money, walking towards Spider and Mani, hoping he wasn't too visibly drunk.

"Wassup nigga." Saint dapped Spider up, who returned it, doing the same to Kassan.

"Wassgood. Y'all enjoying y'all self, obviously. Drunk asses." He shook his head, and Saint chuckled.

"Say, she yours or she free game?" He spoke low to him, and Spider held his hands up.

"Just my friend. She tough though. Have fun tryna break her." He shrugged, and Saint shook his head at him.

He walked over to where Mani was, near the edge of the section, looking over the balcony.

His strong cologne mixed with the smell of weed infiltrated her nose, and she turned her head to face him.

"Wassup baby." He looked down at her, and she chuckled.

"Hi Saint. How are you?" She sipped from her cup of clear tequila, looking away from his strong gaze.

"I'm good. Would've been better if you gave me yo number last night." He shrugged, and she smiled.

"There's plenty of numbers you can get here. I'm not anybody special." She shrugged as well, tossing her drink back, her face frowning up at the burning sensation.

"You right. Ion want them though. I want you Mani." He told her, and she looked over at him. He locked his eyes on hers, watching as she held eye contact, tilting her head a bit.

She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and his immediately slid around her waist, leaning down to be at her level.

"My name is Imani." She mumbled, rubbing his face, and he placed his face in her neck, the both of them drunk as he kissed her soft skin.

"You smell good Imani." He fought back a groan, sliding his large hands lower, gripping her ass, and she smiled.

"You touchy ain't it?" She chuckled, releasing him from the lingering hug, finishing her third cup of liquor.

"Somethin' like that." He looked down at her, watching her pour two cups of Dussée, passing one to him.

Both of them chugged it, and he laughed as she flared her throat, coughing at the burning sensation.

"Can't take it?" He smirked, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe not. I know how to take other things though." Her liquor courage spoke for her, and he licked over his lips.

"Like what?" He asked, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist as she rested over the railing.

She lightly pressed her backside against him, biting her lip, feeling his dick hard against her.

'Bout to eat it up for a while, let me through
Got you shakin', screaming aloud, I'ma fool
Make my face your chair, leakin' everywhere
Ride it out, I don't care what you do

Fuckin' Wit Me by Tank played loudly through the speakers, and Imani let his hand glide around her body, slowly making its way between her legs.

She moaned once he groped her inner thighs, and he felt his dick harden even more.

"Take me somewhere." She held his large arm that was wrapped around her body, and without hesitation, he leaned over, picking her body up.

He went out the back where nobody could see them, groaning as she sucked his neck, one of his favorite spots, trying to keep his focus on finding his car.

A valet pulled in front of him, and he climbed in the backseat of his truck with her in his lap as the driver pulled off.

Saint gave his home address to the driver, before closing the back divider, grabbing Imani's waist.

"Fuck." He grunted, his dick begging to be let out of his jeans as she rested against it, her hands roaming his body.

He grabbed her neck, pressing his lips against hers, groaning as her tongue slid in his mouth, deepening the kiss, both of them drunk as hell.

"Damnit Saint." She whimpered, her panties damp, eager for some attention.

"I'm finna take care of you. I feel you baby." He rubbed between her legs, the wet fabric of her panties being pulled to the side, and he rubbed against her clit.

She moaned, holding around his neck, ready to get to wherever he was taking her. He couldn't wait, he had never craved sex so bad, and just earlier it was the last thing on his mind.

The car stopped, and he got out, carrying her to his front door, groaning as she left more hickeys on his neck while he fidgeted with the lock.

He walked inside after finally getting it opened, closing and locking it behind them, walking towards his room.

He laid her down on his bed, grabbing the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head as they sensually kissed one another.

"I want you so bad." She whimpered, her eyes dazing as he groped her body.

"Damn. You beautiful Imani." He stood over her, unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them off, and she watched his large shaft bulge through his boxers.

She bit her lip, lowkey afraid as he slid his panties off of her.

"Clean this off." He climbed between her legs, and she opening her mouth, allowing him to put her panties inside, sucking her own juice from the fabric, making him groan.

He grabbed her up for a kiss, the two of them sharing the taste of her lubricant.

She pushed his boxers off with her feet, and he groaned again as his dick was finally freed, standing at attention.

No longer able to wait, he grabbed the base of his dick, rubbing it down her slit, listening to her moan.

He pushed himself inside of her, and she pulled away from the kiss, her face frowning up at the pressure.

"Fuckkkk. Let me in Imani." He grunted, unable to push more of him in from how tight she was clenching her muscles.

"Saint, you're too big." She whimpered, not familiar with the pain, and he looked down at her.

"Shit. Deep breath baby." He grabbed her neck, and she did what he said, inhaling as he got her to open up, pushing deeper.

He held back his moans, sliding more of him in, listening to her soft cry's from the pressure. It felt as if he was literally too big to fit inside her.

"Oh fuck." A moan escaped his lips, his dick twitching as he pushed all of him inside with one stroke, making her cry out.

"Shit." She frowned her face up, placing her hands between her legs as he slowly stroked her, getting her used to his length.

A few minutes later, her arms wrapped around his neck, screaming in pleasure as his hips slammed hard into hers.

"Mhm. Take it. You said you knew how, you better take this dick." He grunted, rubbing her clit as he jabbed hard at her spot.

"Fuck! Oh my g-fuckkk!" She let out a loud moan, tears brimming in her eyes as he pleased her body.

"You feel so good. Mm, fuck. Damnit Imani." He groaned, his strokes becoming sloppy, his stomach tied in a knot.

Her warm walls absorbed his dick with each stroke, tight and wet around him, driving him crazy, trying to keep his focus on making her cum before he did.

"Imani what's my name mama?" He grunted, fucking her harder as she cried out.

"I'm n-fuck! Daddy. Hmm, fuckkk." She whined, her vision blurring from her tears of pleasure, and he felt himself about to nut, making him curse.

"Tell me what you finna do baby. Come on, hurry this shit up." He slammed deeper, gripping her sides as she kept her arms around his neck.

"I'm cumming daddy. Oh my god." She moaned, before she began squirting, and he let out a loud grunt, quickly pulling out of her, releasing a large load of nut on her stomach.

"Fuckkkkk." He stroked his dick, letting the nut coat her stomach, the diamond of her belly piercing catching his attention, and he groaned.

"Saint I-oh my god. Put it back inside please. I need you." She whimpered, wanting to cum again, and he hissed, his eyes dazing.

"Hold up baby. Fuck." He groaned, trying to gain the strength to do so. He'd never felt like tapping out after one round, but damn, she was different. He was worn out already.

She swiped her finger down her stomach, before placing it in her mouth, moaning as she sucked his nut off, and he bit his lip.

He roughly grabbed her neck, pulling her up, and spitting in her open mouth, and her eyes widened.

"Swallow. Don't fucking play with me." He gritted, tightening the grip on her neck, and she moaned, doing so, surprisingly enjoying it.

He slid his tongue in her mouth, moaning into the kiss as she sucked his tongue, her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him.

"Mm, faster baby." He groaned, but she kept at the same slow pace, her thumb rubbing underneath his tip as she watched his face scrunch up.

"Fuckkkk." He grunted, reaching to grab his dick, and she moved his hand out of the way, her expression soft as she stared up at him.

"You gone cum for me? Hm?" She mumbled, gripping his dick as she stroked it, and he moaned, mentally cursing himself out, the pleasure consuming his body.

"You gone make me cum?" He groaned, placing his hand over hers, the two of them stroking his throbbing dick.

She reached up, grabbing his neck, making him look down at her, meeting her eyes.

"Fuck! Oh fuckkkk." He grunted loudly, his head hanging as he began nutting, and she smiled in satisfaction.

He moaned as she kept going, stroking him faster, her thumb rubbing the top hole of his tip, his hips bucking as he came for the third time.

"Imani I-fuckkkk." He groaned in her ear, and she let out a moan, turned on as he released sounds of pleasure in her ear.

"Shit." He moaned, taking her hand off of him, falling next to her, tired as hell, unable to keep his eyes open from how she'd just overstimulated his body like it was nothing.

"Are you done Saint?" She asked softly, wiping her stomach off with a towel, before climbing on top of him.

"Imani I can't go again baby. I-shit." He couldn't even coherently speak, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'll do it. Ima take care of you." She mumbled, referring to his words from earlier as she slowly slid down his dick, the wide thickness of his shaft making her frown her face up.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned, opening his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She slowly sat and raised her lower half repeatedly on his dick which was engulfed by her warm walls every time she went down.

His eyes locked on hers, her bottom lip between her white teeth, her lustful eyes searching his, sliding up and down his dick.

"Mmm, fuck." He lightly whimpered, his eyes rolling back, too much pleasure for him to handle, and she smiled.

"Tell me how good I'm doing please." She kissed his ear, biting her lip once his large hands rested on her ass, guiding her up and down his shaft.

"You doing so good Imani. Keep going baby. Fuckkk, don't stop." He groaned, thrust upwards to meet her strokes, making her moan out.

"I got it Saint. Let me do it." She spoke softly, sucking his neck as she kept her space steady.

"I love this pussy. Shi-why you doing me like this? Man fuck. Fuck." He moaned, losing his strength as she clenched tightly around him, letting her take control.

"Mm, I love this dick daddy." She kissed his ear, and he groaned, his dick throbbing at the way she pleased his body.

Her eyes rolled back as she found her spot, letting him jab at it every time she went down, making her let out a few moans.

Saint physically could not function. She could ask for anything and if he had it, she could have it, and if he didn't, he'd find a way to get it to her just for the way she was taking care of him. He'd never had sex like this.

Normally he remained in charge, lasting a few rounds until he was ready to give up, but Imani had him ready to tap out on the first round.

"Fuckkkkk." She moaned, grabbing him up for a kiss, and his tongue lazily slid against hers, holding her face as his eyes remained closed.

"You such a good girl. Fuckkk." He groaned lowly against her lips, and she gasped, her eyes dazing.

He groped her boobs, taking her nipple in his mouth, and she moaned, clenching around him, making him grunt, his face scrunched up.

"Get off me. Fuck, I can't take this Imani get up." He grabbed her waist, his dick throbbing violently, as she removed his hands, holding them above his head.

"Cum for me please. You can cum where ever you want daddy." She moaned softly in his ear, and he let out a loud grunt, his eyes rolling back.

"Fuckkkk! Damnit Imani I c-oh fuckkkkk!" He gained some strength, wrapping his arms around her body, roughly thrusting upwards as he began nutting, releasing it inside of her.

"I'm cumming. Imani you did so good for me baby. You so fucking pretty. Fuck." He jabbed hard at her spot, and she cried out, her body shaking in his grip as she began squirting, feeling him filling her up.

He groaned, halting his movements as she absorbed his nut that spilled into her, his body going limp, holding her tight through both of their orgasms.

"Mmm, shittttt you feel so good in me." She whined, feeling him throbbing, a second load of his nut releasing as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

Saint immediately dozed off, too tired to function, his body worn out after that heavy session with her that overstimulated his entire body.

Imani moaned in slight pain as she raised up from his dick, severely limping to the connected bathroom, barely able to walk.

She sat down on the toilet, peeing and letting the liquids fall out of her, almost falling asleep on the toilet.

Wiping herself, she flushed the toilet, tiredly washing her hands, before climbing back in his bed with him.

He wrapped his arms around her, still asleep as he buried his face into her neck, his body relaxing as she held around his torso, her leg thrown over him.

Imani closed her heavy eyes, immediately dozing off in his secure grip.

damn. we only lasted one chapter before a sex scene this time. 😔