H A M P T O N
He walked into my office. He looked more mature. Handsome. I was stunned. I couldn't keep my gaze, so I looked elsewhere."Amir I thought you were dead?" I asked.
"Nah baby, right here in the flesh. Missed me?" He asked.
"No you piece of shit! You left me Amir. I thought you were someone I can spend the rest of my life with. You finally got what you wanted from me and you left. I was happy when they told me you died," I said.
"Baby, you done grew some balls huh? Girl, you know I love you. I'm just coming back for my money and you," he said.
He pressed his body against mine and sat me on top of the desk. He makes me weak. He kissed my cheek and gripped my behind. He has this place in my heart. I try to forget but it's hard. I pushed his chest, but he held on tighter. I'm so fucking stupid.
He reached up my skirt pulling off my soaked underwear. I hate the way my body reacts to him, it's a fuckin' curse.
"Seems like she's been missing me," he whispered in my ear. He slowly rubbed my jewel. The feeling was amazing, but why can't I stop him? I threw my head back enjoying the way my body felt. He got down on his knees and I felt his warm breath hitting my pussy.
His tongue slowly guided the length of my slit. I grabbed his short curls trying to pull him up.
"Amir please," I moaned out. His tongue started to pick up the pace. It felt like I was on Cloud Nine and didn't want to come down. His tongue ring wasn't making it no better.
The ball from the ring came over my clitoris sending me into pure bliss. He gently started to suck it.
"Ah!" I moaned. I felt him insert a finger inside of me.
"Damn I can barely get the second one in," he said. His finger worked the same magic as his tongue. My climax was coming. My walls tightened around his fingers and my legs began to tremble. He curved his finger gently touching my walls.
"Thats it. Thats my g-spot Amir!" I moaned. I pushed his head deeper down. His finger picked up the pace.
"I'm cumming!" I screamed. I went into complete euphoria. My euphoric high was so intense. He lapped up all of my juices. I breathed heavily as I still sat on top of the desk.
"You taste so good baby," he said. I pulled down my skirt and got some wipes to make sure everything was straight.
"Amir, please leave I have no money for you. Thanks for the head though," I smirked.
He laughed slightly before speaking. "A nigga would've thought since he gave your ass some head you would give him his money,"
"Your head was good. I just don't have no money for you," I said.
"I want my money in the next three months or yo' ass going to pay. I gave your ass head for nothing. So you gon' play a nigga?"
"You willingly gave me head. I didn't ask for it," I said.
At that exact moment Pierre walked in. What the fuck?
"Hey, love," he said kissing my cheek eyeing Amir.
"What you doing here nigga?" He asked Amir.
"I mean I just gave her ass some bomb ass head and man must I tell you pussy so sweet. What bout you nigga?" Amir said. I looked shocked. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!
"Word of advice nigga: Stay away from her cause your ass will be more than six feet deep," Pierre growled.
"Oh word my nigga? Ok I gotchu'," Amir laughed before walking out.
"Pierre it's not even like that," I blurted out.
"It's not like that huh Hampton? This nigga was in your office giving you head? You know how I feel about you and I don't find none of that shit cool. Who is that nigga cause I'ma have him dead by tonight!?" Pierre yelled.
"No don't kill him please Pierre. He's somebody from my past, okay? I can't help but to feel how I feel for him, Pierre. I apologize. I don't want to lose you because of him. Killing him is not gone change the way I feel. He hurt me Pierre, but I have a place for him. I hate I do and I have a growing place for you too. Everytime I see you I can't help but to smile. You have an affect on me," I tried to explain.
Pierre shook his head.
"Hampton right now I'm at this point in my mind where I want to scream fuck you. But I can't. I think that I need some time to myself. Hit me up if anything go wrong, love I'm going to be here. Text me when you make it home safe, Hampton," he said. He kissed my forehead and sat a box on the desk before walking out.
He hasn't left me yet, but why would I care?
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RomanceHampton Monét Blues, age 18. Daughter of Nicky Blues, known as "the black godfather". At a young age she was hurt alot. She never could rely on one person before that person was just out of her life. She knew she could always rely on Monroe. Hampton...