Carl Weber's Kingpins by Smooth Silk Page B

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    I scrolled through my Facebook page again, reading the comments and looking at pictures. That kept me busy . . . until Bones took the phone from my hand. He put it in his pocket, then lifted me up from my seat, and sat me on his lap. His hands massaged my legs, and when he inched over to my inner thighs, I closed them. After spewing his harsh words, I was in no mood to let this happen. But the feel of his hard dick pressing against my ass made me excited. His hand moved closer to my goodies, and as he slipped his finger inside of my silk thong, my legs fell apart. My mini stretched upward, and Bones lifted it to my waist. While putting on a condom, he rubbed his thick fingers along my hairless slit, making it moister by the second. The crotch section of my thong was soaking wet, but in an effort to get at me like he wanted to, he ripped my thong away from my skin. He lifted me to receive his dick and pushed one of his fingers into me at the same time. His thumb, however, turned speedy circles around my swollen clit. I wanted to scream, shout, holler . . . make some kind of noise, but I didn’t want the people way in front of us to turn around. Instead, I muffled my lips and grinded hard to satisfy the tingling feeling between my legs that was increasing by the minute.
    I was on-fucking-fire. His heavy breathing implied that something had been stirring up inside of him too. When he pulled down the top half of my mini, exposing my breasts, I slightly turned on his lap. He lowered his head, and I offered him a chunky portion of my right breast. His teeth lightly bit at my nipple, his thumb circled around my clit, his finger fucked me so well, and his dick was coated with my heavy cream.
    Things got even better when he stood and bent me over the plush seat in front of us. With all of this man . . . a real man behind me displaying sexiness, braveness, strength, and creativeness, my heart pounded fast. A sticky mess was building between my legs, and they were straddled wide open as Bones hit that shit like he was digging for precious gold. He held on tight to my hips. My eyes fluttered, and I released soft moans that helped to relieve some of what I was feeling. I hadn’t a clue how I was going to silence my orgasm, and sure enough, when it came, Bones reached around to my mouth, covering it with his hand.
    Luckily for me, there was finally some action happening on the big screen. The volume was extremely loud. My body went limp, and I fell back on the seat with Bones. As a nice gesture, he used my thong to wipe the juices dripping from my pussy. He then straightened my minidress and held my waist as he placed me back in my seat to the left of him. I saw him remove the condom and drop it into the empty bucket of popcorn. After that, he relaxed back in the seat and stared ahead to watch the movie.
    â€œStill bored?” he questioned.
    I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes. A little.”
    â€œSo am I. Take me home.”
    Without saying another word, I got up and drove him back to his house. There was pure silence in the car, and before he made his exit, he spun around to face me.
    â€œThe next time you come see me, I want to have some of that so-called fun you mentioned. The direction you trying to move us in, I ain’t feeling it.”
    â€œAnd what direction is that?”
    â€œI’ll say this,” he said, then opened the door. “You know better than I do.”
    He got out of the car and shut the door. I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew what Nate and I had been up to. It was definitely time for me to wipe my hands clean. Something warned me inside that Bones wasn’t the kind of nigga to fuck with. In addition to that, the tables were starting to turn on me. I was falling for him, instead of him falling for me.

BONES
    I was on my fourth mission for Mango. He had been lining my pockets with a whole lot of paper. The nigga was more down-to-earth than I thought he would be,