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You'd decided to meet up with Letitia at the Black Panther after party. You knew going there would be some sexual tension, there always was when you two were in the same vicinity. You couldn't help it. The only problem was Brandon, your boyfriend.
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You stepped out of the all black Range Rover, Brandon leading the way into the after party. You were excited to be here. Everyone had worked so hard during the film and it was definitely time to celebrate. "I'll go get us some drinks," Brandon kissed you gently on the cheek before disappearing into the crowd. You scanned the packed venue hoping to see that special someone. You pulled the front of your dress down making sure it showed enough cleavage. You knew how much of a sucker Letitia was for a plunge neck.
The butterflies in your stomach let you know she was close and before you could get further into the room there she was, Solo cup in her hand, laughing with a group of women and one man. It was Ryan. You made your way over, spotting Brandon still waiting at the bar for your drinks.
"Y/N!! You made it," one woman yelled, pulling you into a hug. The rest of the women followed. You didn't care about them, you only cared about one woman. Your woman. Letitia pulled you in for a hug and your knees weakened from her touch.
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"That's enough," you grabbed Letitia's hand stopping her from going up your dress. Your lips were swollen from the make out session you two had decided to partake in. She flashed a flirtatious smile at you, showing off the gold diamond-encrusted grill she wore in her mouth. "You know you want this," she whispered. You could feel the heat radiate between your legs as the warmth of her breath tickled your ear. She was right, you wanted her more than anything right now. You always did.
"I'm just saying, if you didn't you wouldn't of wore something so fucking sexy. Teasing me and shit."
You laughed, feeling the butterflies dance in your stomach. "Someone might see us."
"Someone like who? Your nigga? Fuck him. I don't even know why he's here."
"You know---"
Letitia rubbed her hand up and down the front of your panties forcing your breath to catch in your throat. She didn't want to hear the shit you were about to say. "Follow me." Her domineering nature made your pussy throb. You loved it when she took control. Brandon never did. You looked over your shoulder making sure he was nowhere around. She led you to the ladies room, making a beeline to the handicap stall since it was more spacious.
She eyed you up and down, licking her lips. You blushed, she knew what that did to you.
"I suggest next time not wearing something that'll make me want to fuck you in public." She muttered, grabbing you from behind and cupping your breast.
Smirking, you let out a soft moan, "what if I want to be fucked in public?" You answered back, turning to face her.
The look in her eyes was pure lust as you locked lips and moaned into one another mouths as your tongues danced together. Before you knew it, you'd been stripped of everything except your black lace panties and red bottom heels. She sucked and pulled at your rock hard areolas, arousing you more and more.
With your back against the wall she knelt down, pulled your panties to the side and buried her face between your legs. Passionately sucking your clit she moaned against your flower creating vibration. The warmth of her tongue was euphoric. "Fruit is so much sweeter when it's forbidden," she said, sliding her finger into the entrance of your wetness. You let out a gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out a soft moan, trying your hardest not to make up too much noise after hearing another woman enter the restroom.
Letitia focused her gaze on you, smirking at the way your body had given into her ruthlessness. Now two fingers deep, it was hard for you to stand up straight. Her mouth found your clitoris again, applying pressure. You winced. "Take your grill out," you muttered. She obliged before grabbing your leg and placing it over her shoulder giving her more access as she spread your lips with her tongue. "Talk to me," she whispered as her thumb caressed your opening.
"Fuck baby keep going," you moan out, pushing her head deeper into your love zone. Her tongue lapped circles around your pulsing clit making you tremble. "You eat my pussy so good," you bite your lip trying to stifle the scream you want to let out.
You were in a whirlwind as you moved your hips matching her rhythmic tongue, bringing you closer to your climax. More women had flooded the bathroom but you no longer cared. "I'm about to cum, oh shit," you cry out, feeling her suck and devour your sensitive clitoris. You arch your back pushing yourself away from the wall as your orgasm cripples you.
Letitia stood up and held your limp body with one arm, her fingers still deep inside you. Your lips meet again as you taste the sweet nectar that is you on her lips. She pulls her fingers away, watching as they dripped with your honey.
"Taste yourself." She placed her fingers in your mouth and watched as you licked them clean. "Mmhm. Now get dressed." You nodded hearing your phone vibrate on the bathroom floor.
"I think your man is looking for you," Letitia said, seeing his name on your caller ID. You shrugged, "he can wait." Letitia was pure ecstasy. A drug you couldn't get enough of.
