She shut her eyes on the car ride to his place, pretending she was fast asleep. All the while, Zubby was attending to work calls. She marveled at how he maintained his calm, solving one issue or the other. Maybe that could be her one day, taking care of her own empire. She was about drifting off for real when she heard him talking to a friend. His tone changed, becoming much softer and carefree so she tuned in, realizing it was Kachi.
"...we're going to be late," his voice boomed through the car speakers. "Zariah decided to make a cake for dessert even when I told her we could just pick one up. We are all dressed but now we're sitting in the kitchen, waiting on the oven timer to go off." The man sounded annoyed yet happy.
Zubby laughed for a few seconds. "It's not like they care about us bringing something. It's actually better to go empty handed than to keep Ada waiting, especially in her condition."
"What condition?" A woman asked on Kachi's end. "She is pregnant. Why did you say it like she'd tolerate the lateness any other day?"
"Nkem, chill na. You know he's just being Azu. He doesn't mean anything by it." The two started arguing but they must have shifted from the phone because she couldn't really hear what they were saying. Zubby sighed, probably wondering what was going on. Then she heard a moan and a distinct male laugh before Zubby finally hung up.
"They're at it again," he muttered to himself. She almost asked him who was Nkem and what he meant, then held her tongue, preferring to keep eavesdropping under the pretense of sleep. Maybe Zariah's name was also Nkem.
After about five more minutes, he honked and then black gates slid open. She watched from the corner of her eyes, mesmerized at the beautiful duplex that was nestled inside. She had seen pictures of this place, but seeing it up close was surreal. His hand dropped to her thigh, slightly shaking her. Ijeoma made a show of slowly rousing, then she faked a yawn and stretched out her arms before turning to look at him.
"Are we there yet?" She gave him a small smile which he returned, causing her chest to tighten. He was wearing just singlets and his now rumpled slacks, yet the man looked this delicious. When her mind drifted to the reason he was currently without his shirt, she immediately turned away.
"Yes. This is my home," he finally replied. Just like she'd come to expect of him, he got out of the car, went around and then opened the passenger door for her. She thanked him and he led her out, into the apartment that she'd devoted months into figuring out a way to get in before deciding that the only way in was on his arms.
The lights came on automatically when he opened the door and ushered her in. He held her waist, suddenly pressing her back to his front. The man was rock solid behind her and his cock was pressing into her backside. "I could smell us all through the drive here. I guess I should have taken that shower at your place."
Zubby had refused to share the shower with her, claiming that they were late and he would find it hard to behave if they got in the shower together. She'd offered again when she was out, but he'd silenced her with a dizzying kiss and pushed her towel down before asking her to get dressed. She'd remained dazed as she did her skincare while he went and gathered his things. So yes, he did indeed still smell like sex, which was surprisingly attractive. It brought on memories of all they'd done and coupled with the fact that he was now pressed against her, his body heat enveloping her, all she wanted to do was jump his bones.
"What are you going to do about this?" He bit her ear lobe before soothing away the sting.
"About what?" Ijeoma managed to reply with the giant ball now lodged in her throat. Her body was reacting so strongly to him. It was as if he'd woken an animal in her that refused to be satiated. Zubby turned her around, his eyes arresting hers, then he held her hand and pressed her fingers against his cock. She shut her eyes, focused on breathing properly.
"On your knees, baby."
Her eyes flew open at that command but her body was already lowering to the floor before her brain could recover.
"That's my girl. You're such a slut for me, aren't you?" He gripped her jaw and her pussy clenched in response. What was wrong with her? He was calling her a slut and she was just there creaming her panties. Other men had tried degrading her and it had always left a sour taste at the back of her throat. So why was she feeling differently when it was this man? Why did she get so turned on by this man treating her like this?
"Open your mouth."
She obeyed, her eyes round and big with curiosity and excitement. He let go of her jaw and she closed her mouth, causing him to grin. "Open for me and leave it open. I want to see you drooling like the dirty girl that you are." This time it was shock that had her mouth open. He pushed three fingers into her mouth, causing her to choke. He pulled his fingers back a little, allowing her breathe before pushing it back in. With his other hand, he freed his erection. He replaced the digits with his cock, and her eyes immediately watered.
"You're crying so prettily, my love. Open wider for me." He pushed down deep inside her mouth that she was sure she was going to vomit all over the floor and on him. "Your throat is squeezing me good. This will be quick."
He fucked her mouth ruthlessly and so hard that her jaw was aching and the little make up she'd put on was surely ruined by the tears and saliva flowing freely from her.
"I'm going to come down your throat and we're not going anywhere until you swallow every single drop. There'll be no spitting this time around." She squeezed her legs, hoping to alleviate the ache that was now between her legs. She wanted some form of friction, anything. In a few moments, he was ejaculating in her mouth and even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop herself from swallowing, that was how deep he was in her mouth.
"Fuck! You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Now lick it all off," he commanded, pulling out from her. She swallowed the slightly salty liquid, her tongue darting out to pick up any strays. "Good girl." He glanced at his watch. "We have ten minutes before we absolutely have to leave. Are you going to be a good little girl and come for me in three minutes?"
Ijeoma nodded immediately. She was sure she would climax at the slightest touch from him, that was how aroused she'd become.
"Lift your skirt and lay down. Spread those legs for me." He knelt between her legs, then tugged her panties off. His lips closed around her pussy and he was getting her off with so much fervor. He licked and sucked, one finger pushing into her pussy. Ijeoma gripped his hair tightly , holding him closer so his whole face was pressed against her. She brought her legs together, holding his head in place as he sucked and murmured into her cleft. She whimpered, her body shaking as he strummed her like his favorite instrument.
When her orgasm hit her finally, she screamed, spasming under him and her thick thighs threatened to suffocate him as her entire body tightened. Zubby laughed, the vibrations causing her to moan before he gripped her thighs and shifted them.
"Let me breathe, mama. Damn!" He lifted his head and smiled at her. Ijeoma covered her face with her hands as she relaxed, letting him go. She heard his zipper and then she was in his arms.
Zubby carried her upstairs and then gently set her on her feet in front of a closed door. "This is my bedroom, go freshen up. I'll use the guest bathroom." He kissed her forehead and turned to leave.
"Wait," she called out. He stopped and turned to look at her. "I need my purse and my underwear. They're downstairs."
"I'll get them. Go clean up." She nodded and watched him walk down the stairs before going into his bedroom.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting to see but she was pleasantly surprised. His walls were painted a light blue and was devoid of any furniture except the bed that sat in the middle of the room. He had floor to ceiling windows on the wall adjacent to his bed that looked out at a very beautiful garden and fountain. His sheets were white with a few blue pillows neatly placed on the head of the bed. She looked around, noting how the space was squeaky clean with no clothes hanging around. There were two doors, one probably led to the bathroom and the other had her curious. Before she could explore, the door opened.
"Here, ma." He stepped in, placing her bag and panties on the bed. He went to one of the doors and pulled it open. She followed, seeing it was a walk in closet that also had a door inside. The door was open and led to the bathroom. "The other door also opens to the bathroom." He pointed at the door she'd been staring at before he came in.
Zubby picked out his clothes and then stepped out. "Feel free to snoop. I'll try and be quick with my shower, we don't have much time left." He kissed her forehead again before leaving. She pushed her skirt down and discarded her top, standing in only her bra. If only he knew that was exactly what she wanted to do. She carried her purse into the bathroom with her, setting it on a dresser.
She made quick work of washing her face and between her thighs. After a quick pat with the towel, she stepped into the closet. There was not much places to hide stuff and it could get dark in here, which would be difficult to capture any video. Sound it would be then. She crawled into a wardrobe that held suit jackets and matching slacks, looking around for a good hiding place. She tucked a listening device into a tiny slit in the wood that was only visible if you climbed into the wardrobe. She made sure everything was in order before exiting the room and going to put her clothes back on.
The bedroom would be difficult to bug because there were no furnitures or paintings. She wondered if he had a home office as that would be perfect and give her good insight into how he lived his life. There was not much time left so she went back into the bathroom and sealed the secret compartment of her purse. She sat in front of the dresser mirror and began to put her make up back on. She was applying her gloss when the door opened. She maintained her calm as he walked in towards the shower and sink, closing the door and then he returned to the outer part where she was. There was only the dresser and chair here, but it was spacious enough.
Zubby stood behind her, their gaze meeting in the mirror. He was already dressed in a polo and jeans. While still holding her gaze, he reached for a hairbrush and started taming his hair. When he was done, he put on perfume, spritzing her with some before putting it away.
"I'm ready," he announced after checking himself out in the mirror and she grinned before rising to her feet. She was ready too.
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