Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart

JACEON

I sat in the corner of our VIP section of the club smoking a cigar while my boys Chris and Q got lap dances on the other side of the room. I waved for the bartender to come pour me another drink; I wasn’t in the type of mood to be clubbing but Q insisted they have a boys night and I couldn’t say no. Truth be told, ever since my ex Tammy told TMZ that I hit her and almost got me thrown in jail, I became a homebody. I was honestly so sick and tired of the f**k ass paparazzi hounding me everywhere I went still asking me about the incident even though it was well over two years ago. Since Q owned the nightclub, I knew he would keep the crowd to a minimum for my sake.

Once my Rolex read 1am, I took one last puff of my cigar before putting it out and making my way across the room. “Yo... I’m out...” I said as I gave them each a pound.

“You good to drive my G?” Chris asked.

“I’m good nigga,” I responded before heading out the club.

As I reached my Lambo, my phone went off; it was a pic from one of my jawns wearing a bright pink lace set. I smirked to myself before replying back for her to meet at our usual spot and starting making my way to the local Marriot Hotel. You could say it was risky for me to be going to such a well-known hotel for a night of fun but so far, we managed to keep it on the low. See Laura and I made a deal that she would always book the room in her name and I would reimburse her in cash when we met up. It was always the same room number, 718 which I found kinda symbolic since I was from Brooklyn.

Pulling up to the hotel, I pulled my hood on as far as it could go and quickly handed the valet my keys without making any eye contact. After making my way up the elevator, I knocked on the door three times and seconds later she opened the door wearing nothing but the lace set from the picture. Laura was a short slim girl with skin the color of mocha and D cup breasts that looked too big for her small frame. 

Taking me by the hand, she pulled me into the room, letting the door slam shut on its own. Pushing me onto the bed, she wrestled my jeans off and freed my d**k from its cage. Though I was only semi hard, she wasted no time putting her d**k in her mouth and playing with my balls until I reached my full potential. Laura gagged as she then tried to deep throat me and I immediately removed my d**k out her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. 

I really don’t know how niggas like that whole gaggin s**t cause to be honest s**t was a turn off to me. Laura started playing with her p***y while I dug into my jeans for a condom before I ripped her panties off and made my way between her legs. “Mmm f**k, I missed this dick...” she moaned loudly.

Holding onto the backboard for support I drilled into her, taking out all my frustrations on her p***y. Laura took the d**k like a champ, never once telling me to let up but instead using her feet to push me deeper into her. She like that rough s**t but I was always careful not to go too far, I wasn’t gonna get tripped again fuckin with a freaky b***h. Her nails clawed into my back hard, I’m sure she broke skin so I flipped her ass over on her stomach and pinned her down while I continued to d**k her down. 

“f**k Jayy... I’m about to cummm...” she whimpered as I picked up my pace and a few seconds later I felt her muscles clenching on my d**k giving me the cue to go ahead and nut. 

Walking into the bathroom for a wet rag, I peeled the condom off and proceeded to wipe my d**k clean before re-entering the main room to hand Laura a fresh rag. “You good?” I asked as she wiped herself clean.

“Yeah... you leaving already?” She asked with a pout as I pulled my pants on.

“Yeah, I got s**t to do...” I replied before planting a kiss on her forehead and handing her a wad of cash.

Laura eyed the cash in her hand, “it’s only three hundred for the night...”

“I know, the rest is for you...”

“You know I don’t need your money...” she responded with her eyebrow raised.

I eyed her for a minute. I knew she didn’t need the money; after all, she was the senator’s daughter. It was one of the main reasons why I kept fuckin with her, I knew that she valued discretion just as much as I did. It would ruin her father’s campaign for governor if the world found out his only daughter was a nympho that f****d different niggas every week. “I know that Laura, but I’m giving it to you anyways... go shoppin or some shit...”

Laura slid off the bed and made her way over to mini bar. “Same time next week then...” She said, raising a glass of scotch as I walked out the door.