The Cocaine Princess Part 5 (Cocaine Princess Series #5)(8)

Blake chuckled once. “Didn’t you tell me to wait until you got back to ask about that?”

“I’m back now. Ask.” She was beaming.

“How did your business trip go, baby?”

“I finally reached a deal with Dubai Investments. They bought my entire chain of restaurants for $2.8 billion, my clothing line for $1.9 billion, and that fledging little construction company for $480 million. Of course, only fifty percent of the money from the clothing company comes to me. But the rest is all mine… well, ours.” She couldn’t contain her smile. “Do you have any idea what this means?”

Blake’s eyes were wide and his mouth was ajar. He rested his hands on her lower back and waited for her to continue.

“It means I’ve just taken Hetty Green’s spot as the thirty-sixth richest person in history,” Alexus said as she removed Blake’s vest and holster. “I’m now worth sixty-two point five billion dollars! And I’m not even twenty yet!”

“Damn… that’s nuts,” Blake murmured, rubbing his palms down her mammoth derriere. “Sixty-two billion.” He emphasized every word. “Who was the number one richest?”

“John D. Rockefeller had three hundred and eighty billion; he’s number one. Andrew Carnegie is number two with two hundred and ninety-eight billion.” Alexus unbuckled his Louis Vuitton belt, opened his baggy black jeans and tugged them down his ankles. “Kick your shoes off so I can get these pants off.”

Blake did as he was told. Seven days without Alexus had been long enough. He snatched off his wife-beater, too.

“What made you sell all those companies?” He asked, pushing up her dress and looking over at the bedroom door to make sure it was locked. His eyes moved quickly back to Alexus as she tossed her dress aside. “You are the sexiest woman on earth,” he added in an honest whisper.

“Awwww.” Alexus lowered her mouth to his for a kiss. “My hubby loves me.” She kissed him again before taking off her white lace bra. “My mom suggested I sell all those businesses so that we can focus on the television and film industry. Too many talented blacks and Latinos are being left out. We need soap operas with Black and Latino cast members. We need a show about a black bachelor. We need—”

“To get to it,” Blake interrupted, staring at her reddish-brown breasts. “I know this tour bus”—he sat up and planted a kiss on her stomach—“is kinda slow, but it ain’t that slow. We’ll be at Redbone’s in about thirty minutes.”

Alexus got the hint. She trailed a line of kisses from his heavily muscled chest to his chiseled six-pack, then curled her fingertips around the top of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down.

His thick eleven-inch-long phallus flopped out, half-erect, and Alexus licked the crown for a moment before slipping it into her mouth and forcing it to the back of her throat. Her cheeks dimpled as she applied her signature vacuum seal, and her lips slowly ascended his shaft. He felt her tongue slathering the tip of his dick, and then it was lodged in her throat again.

Blake’s head was spinning from all the Kush and Ciroc. Shutting his eyes, he relaxed and tried to wrap his mind around marrying a woman worth $62.5 billion. There were definitely more pros than there were cons. For one, he and his family would be set for life; even if he managed to squander away all his millions. For two, he would have the baddest, most steatopygic chick in the game—not to mention the wealthiest woman in human history—by his side for years to come. For three, he would be marrying the love of his life, the one girl who stuck with him through thick and thin, from rags to riches.

But the main thing Blake disliked about his relationship with Alexus was the international attention. Just about every day, pictures and stories about them surfaced on talk shows and celebrity gossip sites worldwide. Newscasts, newspapers, magazines—all of them were filled with stories about Blake King and Alexus Costilla, and Blake disdained every publication. He was a ‘hood nigga, a devout drug dealer, a gunslinger; the limelight was not for him.

Still sucking him feverishly, Alexus peeled off her white lace thong and moved into the sixty-nine position over Blake. He opened his eyes, slapped his hands onto her ass, and licked his lips as she lowered her glistening-wet * down to his mouth.

An unrelenting tongue-lashing ensued.

He sucked and licked her turgid clitoris until her stunning body tensed and her juice-box gushed. Alexus was a “squirter,” and Blake didn’t mind one bit. He loved the taste of her juices.

“Oh, my God,” Alexus moaned as she moved forward and positioned her dripping * over Blake’s saliva-glazed serpent. “If they had an Olympic game for cunnilingus, you’d have twenty gold medals by now.”

“Aww yeah?” Blake said with a chuckle. He grabbed her waist and helped guide her down onto his dick, biting the center of his lower lip as he felt her lubricious love tunnel sliding down his shaft. “Let me see you earn a medal.”

“You’re about to do more than see it.”

Blake grinned, and Alexus rode him as if she was the star of her own rodeo show. Stopping only after he’d filled her with his viscid cum.





Chapter 3

Redbone’s was to Chicago what Magic City was to Atlanta. It was an opulent, upscale gentlemen’s club where the Windy City’s most prominent socialites, professional athletes, movie stars, entertainers, and other well-off individuals gathered to network, promote their businesses, and throw dollars at sexy pole dancers. It was a place where Black women were always dressed to impress and on the hunt for ballers to finance their daily expenses; a place where a lot of top-echelon drug dealers came to show off their flashy cars and rotund bankrolls.