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the hell outta being caught up in the moment. Sweat ran down the sides of her face, curved over her neck, and dripped between her breasts. Imani dropped it like it was hot and came back up in an instant. “Do that shit, girl!” Tasha yelled. “Freak his ass!”
Imani continued to do her thing and with each movement, she felt as if she were shedding pieces of her broken heart. She did a spin and was now face-to-face with the guy she was dancing with. She almost lost her balance as she saw how fine he was: six feet tall with a tight eight-pack, well-defined triceps and biceps, chiseled jaw, and a shadow goatee on his chin.
“Damyum… what's yo' name?” Imani asked, seemingly taken aback by his beauty.
He looked her up and down. “Kree. Now tell me, do you have another name besides Fine?”
“Imani.” She blushed.
“You look sweet as hell, girl.” “Really?” “Yes, really.”
Imani couldn't control her wide smile, and when she attempted to stop showing all her teeth she couldn't control the blushing. Before Imani could speak the music took over and Teairra Mari's “Make Her Feel Good” started playing:
“There any boys around that know how to make a girl feel? …”
Without saying a word Imani resumed dancing, and Kree followed suit.
Dancing with Kree was making Imani's panties wetter by the moment. The way he moved made her feel as if electric currents were running through her skin. She loved the fact that he wasn'tafraid to dance and was still thugged out as hell: baggy jeans, the waist of his white Dolce & Gabbana boxers showing, and his tight and just-right wife beater caressing every curve on his chest.
This niggah gon' fuck around and make me cum
, Imani thought as she continued dancing and swaying her hips. She dropped to the floor and popped back up as if her knees were made of springs. She did a spin to face Kree and as she placed her arms around his neck, she saw Walik taking slow sips of beer while eyeing her every move.
Oh shit
, Imani thought,
what the fuck is this niggah doing out of jail?
She started counting the months in her head. For a moment she was confused.
Did his ass escape 'cause I told him to go suck a dick? Is it that serious? But I don't think he escaped, 'cause then he wouldn't be here, right? But then again
, she thought,
he is crazy. But maybe he maxed out. But I thought he maxed out next year, June. But I have to be wrong because this niggah is leaning against the bar, sipping a beer, and watching me work it out on the dance floor.
Instantly Imani felt as if Walik had fucked up her high, and the buzz she had before hitting the club had officially left.
She looked around for her girls in case she needed backup but they were scattered around the club. Sabrena had found her a baller, Tasha was kicking it with the bartender, and Quiana managed to get Papi-chulo's full attention.
Them bitches
, Imani thought. In an effort to play off her surprise, she took her hands from around Kree's neck, turned around, and threw her ass directly into the pit of his shaft.
Walik walked over and stood in front of Imani. He took a sip of his drink and licked his lips. Imani was praying that she didn't piss on herself. Although she tried not to, she couldn't help but stare at Walik. He was six foot three, 245 pounds of well-put-together brown-sugar lovin'. He had a sexy-ass Gerald Levert beard, lined and trimmed to a T. His hair was freshly braided and styled with zigzag parts going different ways. Walik nodded and acknowledged Imani. She rolled her eyes, threw her hands in the air,dropped to the floor, and snaked her way back up, all while looking Walik directly in the face.
“A niggah outta jail,” Walik smirked, looking Imani up and down. “What you gotta say now?”
Imani started singing.
“Are there any boys around that know how to make a girl feel…”
“I'm ready to go,” Walik said sternly, speaking to Imani but staring at Kree.
Immediately Kree stopped dancing and stared
Imani continued to do her thing and with each movement, she felt as if she were shedding pieces of her broken heart. She did a spin and was now face-to-face with the guy she was dancing with. She almost lost her balance as she saw how fine he was: six feet tall with a tight eight-pack, well-defined triceps and biceps, chiseled jaw, and a shadow goatee on his chin.
“Damyum… what's yo' name?” Imani asked, seemingly taken aback by his beauty.
He looked her up and down. “Kree. Now tell me, do you have another name besides Fine?”
“Imani.” She blushed.
“You look sweet as hell, girl.” “Really?” “Yes, really.”
Imani couldn't control her wide smile, and when she attempted to stop showing all her teeth she couldn't control the blushing. Before Imani could speak the music took over and Teairra Mari's “Make Her Feel Good” started playing:
“There any boys around that know how to make a girl feel? …”
Without saying a word Imani resumed dancing, and Kree followed suit.
Dancing with Kree was making Imani's panties wetter by the moment. The way he moved made her feel as if electric currents were running through her skin. She loved the fact that he wasn'tafraid to dance and was still thugged out as hell: baggy jeans, the waist of his white Dolce & Gabbana boxers showing, and his tight and just-right wife beater caressing every curve on his chest.
This niggah gon' fuck around and make me cum
, Imani thought as she continued dancing and swaying her hips. She dropped to the floor and popped back up as if her knees were made of springs. She did a spin to face Kree and as she placed her arms around his neck, she saw Walik taking slow sips of beer while eyeing her every move.
Oh shit
, Imani thought,
what the fuck is this niggah doing out of jail?
She started counting the months in her head. For a moment she was confused.
Did his ass escape 'cause I told him to go suck a dick? Is it that serious? But I don't think he escaped, 'cause then he wouldn't be here, right? But then again
, she thought,
he is crazy. But maybe he maxed out. But I thought he maxed out next year, June. But I have to be wrong because this niggah is leaning against the bar, sipping a beer, and watching me work it out on the dance floor.
Instantly Imani felt as if Walik had fucked up her high, and the buzz she had before hitting the club had officially left.
She looked around for her girls in case she needed backup but they were scattered around the club. Sabrena had found her a baller, Tasha was kicking it with the bartender, and Quiana managed to get Papi-chulo's full attention.
Them bitches
, Imani thought. In an effort to play off her surprise, she took her hands from around Kree's neck, turned around, and threw her ass directly into the pit of his shaft.
Walik walked over and stood in front of Imani. He took a sip of his drink and licked his lips. Imani was praying that she didn't piss on herself. Although she tried not to, she couldn't help but stare at Walik. He was six foot three, 245 pounds of well-put-together brown-sugar lovin'. He had a sexy-ass Gerald Levert beard, lined and trimmed to a T. His hair was freshly braided and styled with zigzag parts going different ways. Walik nodded and acknowledged Imani. She rolled her eyes, threw her hands in the air,dropped to the floor, and snaked her way back up, all while looking Walik directly in the face.
“A niggah outta jail,” Walik smirked, looking Imani up and down. “What you gotta say now?”
Imani started singing.
“Are there any boys around that know how to make a girl feel…”
“I'm ready to go,” Walik said sternly, speaking to Imani but staring at Kree.
Immediately Kree stopped dancing and stared
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