About Love And War

Part Three

She had the meanest walk that he'd ever been blessed to see.

"Okay, I'm here. Now what?" He gripped her waist and pulled her close.

"You been fuckin' with my ass all night, now you wanna act shy."

"First off, I'm far from shy. And why are your arms on me?"

"Correction, they're wrapped around you and that's where they're supposed to be."

"Oh, really?" Mailani nervously grinned.

"Dont front ma. You know you like it." He pulled her even farther in between his legs, his hard dick now poking her thigh.

"What's your name?"

"Profit"

"Profit?" She repeated, shocked.

"What you got a problem with my name?"

"No"

"Bet not," He whispered into her ear.

"Whatever" Mailani laughed.

"You know I like 'em thick." He ignored her and admired her frame.

"Okay, you are officially a hot mess."

"What's your name?"

"Mailani but you can call me Lani."

"How about I call you May?"

Mailani's lungs had officially deflated and she couldn't breathe.

This dude had her heart in the palm of his hand and didn't even know it. For a minute they just stood gazing into each others eyes, each wondering what the other was thinking, when a cool breeze swept over each of their bodies.

"Ooh." She hugged herself tight.

"You alright?" Profit gently began to caress her goose bump covered arms.

"We can take care of that." He stood up, her breasts were now pressed up against his broad chest. 
"Come on."

Profit took Mailani's hand and led her over to the passenger side door of his car. Before she got in, Mailani looked around for India and Kels but noticed that they had disappeared. Figuring she would look for her friends in a minute, she hopped inside of the car.

Once in, she sat comfortably in the custom made butter soft leather seats, while Profit talked on his iPhone. Drake's Legend played as she sat quietly, thinking, what in the hell have i gotten my into?

"My bad. That was my nigga from out of town," He let her know as he put his phone down.

"No problem."

"Yo, I'm feelin' crazy nice right now." he laughed, running his hands down his face. Profit had drunk five glasses of Hennessy heat.

"I see."

"So, what's good wit' you, Mailani?" he asked, pulling a blunt and two wads if cash out of his pockets at same time.

"You tell me." she arched one eyebrow, wondering if she was supposed to be impressed.

"At the moment you."

"Is that right?" she laughed.

"Yeah, and my bad, you smoke?" He attempted to pass her the blunt.

"Nah, you good." she pushed his hand back towards him.

"So this ya'll lil spot?"

"Nah," she replied, remembering her friends.

"What, you come here alot?"

"Nah, a nigga like me always on the move. As a matter of fact, I just got back in today."

"From where?"

"Vegas".

"What were you there for?"

"I went to see a fight."

"The Money Mayweather fight?"

"Yeah, I had some money on that shit."

"I wanted to see that fight. did you win?"

"Come on ma." he twisted up his face like she was crazy.

"Ya boy here never loses. I always play to win."

"Is that right"

"Yup, and don't think I forgot." he placed his head down and gave her his infamous grin.

"Forgot what?"

"How you was throwing that ass up on that nigga in the club. What, you trying make me jealous?"  Profit eyed her shinny bronze legs and wondered how they would feel up on his shoulders.

Following his eyes Mailani came to the conclusion that he was peepin' her frame, but she played it cool. She couldn't let him know that his gaze alone made her want to jump on his dick, and ride it all night they until the sun came up.

"How could I possibly make you jealous if I don't even know you?"

"Mailani" he scooted closer.

"So you telling me that show wasn't for me?"

"Profit"  she said back.

"Stop asking questions you already know the answers to."

"So I guess your evil plan worked." he moved his face closer to her. His lips were barely inches away from her mouth.

"What evil plan?" her lips nervously brushed up against his.

"To make my dick hard." he took her hand and placed it on his growing manhood.

Mailani eyes immediately grew wide with surprise, Profit's dick stretched halfway down his thigh.

"You feel how hard that is? you know you did that right?"

"It's so big." she said without thinking she started massaging him through his pants. The effects of the long island iced tea had officially kicked in.

"Keep it up and ima have to punish you." he softly kissed her lips.

"Well, all right."

"So whats the deal ma? You gon' kick it wit' a nigga tonight or what?"

"Are you asking me or telling me ?" she sent him a sexy grin, allowing her smile to glow in the moonlighting.

"Stop wit the cat and mouse, you and I both know you coming home wit' me tonight." he kissed her again.

Maillani was so into the feeling of his lips on her, that she didn't even notice his hand had slipped underneath her dress and between her thighs. Lightly he began to thumb her stiff clit. She didn't intend to release a moan, but the tingling sensation that was building in her pussy was too much to bear.

Caressing the side of his face, Maliani became overwhlemed by the tip of his tongue as she moved his hand away. Profit respected her choice, and instead decided to relish in the movement of their tongues slow dacing with one another.

"I knew you were wet." he opened his eyes, they pecked her lips once more before falling back.

Mailani's mouth couldn't come up with the right words to say, she was so turned on. Profit's touch had completely taken over. Usually she wouldn't let something like this happen, but it was something about the gorgeous man sitting before her that had her acting out of character.