Rereading the text from my cousin, I'm confused about why he wanted to meet up at a hotel. Entering the reception area, I send a text to Derek. After a minute or two, I become impatient and head to the receptionist's desk. "Hi, can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet a relative here, Derek Commons."

"Hmm…" She says, checking the computer. "I don't have anyone by that name. May I have your name?"

"Lia Dobbs."

"Oh, hi."

"Hi," I state, confused as to her greeting.

"Mr. Brown is waiting for you in the lounge."

Oh, okay… "Thanks." Checking myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the receptionist's face looms from behind the desk. With a bright knowing smile on her face, I acknowledge her with a wink. "I hope that you enjoy your stay." She says conspiratorially. My kool-aid grin says that I'm going to enjoy more than just my stay.

The lounge is decorated in solid dark oak. Stools surround the bar as a magnificent chandelier hangs above the bartender's head. My eyes scan the empty room, finally finding Mr. Brown himself. Tucked into a corner booth, a small smile accentuates his handsome features. A soft intake of breath is my only response to him coming to his feet at my arrival.

"Good evening." He's modestly clad in pants and a long sleeve dress shirt. I almost swoon from his lips, lightly brushing my hand. He attempts to release me, but I hold on to him for just a tad bit longer. This is real. I'm here with Kwame Brown. Not wanting to make the encounter any more awkward than what is, I take my seat across from him.

"Derek's not joining us?"

I hope the hell not!

"Nah, his baby momma isn't letting him out tonight." He says, beckoning the waitress over. "Well, that's too bad. I'll catch him later." The waitress is over to us in a rush, all smiles. "Ebony, I'll have another shot of Hennessy."

"Yes, sir. And for the lady?" The smile seems to waver and doesn't quite reach the eyes when she turns her attention to me. "I'll have three shots of Patron and a Patron Margarita."

"Ooh… we are trying to get plastered, aren't we?" The waitress replies out the side of her mouth. Kwame hides his amusement by clearing his throat, averting his gaze, and wiping his nose with a single finger.

Bitch…

Well, maybe that was too much at one time. Look at me, not knowing how to order when in the company of greatness! I'm used to drinking alone and like to get all of my drinks at one time. If I'm to be Mrs. Kwame Brown, I have to let everyone know their positions, even if it's just for one night. "That will be all, Ebony," I state politely. It might as well had come out as "You is the help."—Miss. Ebony got the message loud and clear. Now I have to watch to make sure that I don't get any extra bodily fluids in my drinks.

"So, Mr. Brown. What brings you to good 'ole South Carolina? I know that it couldn't have been for my family reunion."

"No, I was visiting my family up here and just so happen to run into Derek."

"Yeah, about that. How do you know my cousin?"

"We met a few years ago. Derek started a groundskeeping service and was soliciting for clients that were…."

"Well-to-do?" I offer.

"Yeah, I guess. You can't save everyone, but if I can help, I try. I put in a good word for him, and he secured a few upscale clients."

"Well, that was nice of you."

"Yeah."

I can't believe that he never said anything! Derek could have at least hooked a Sistah up! "Here you are, Mr. Brown." Ebony's returned with the drinks. "Is there anything else that I could do for you?"

"No, that's all. Thanks."

"My pleasure." The award-winning smile is dropped, those snake eyes throwing daggers at me, she turns on her heels and trots away. All three of the shots are tossed back, with a slight grimace on the last one. I'm sipping on the margarita when I notice Kwame's raised eyebrows. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just taking the edge off."

"I don't mean to make you nervous."

"You're Kwame Brown. What woman wouldn't be nervous around you?"

"What happened to all that confidence that I saw earlier?"

"You're a whole fantasy. I let my nerves get the best of me, but I'm good now."

"Well, your honesty is refreshing."

"Yeah. So, how many more of these do I have to go through before you decide to get a room?" I ask, referencing the almost empty glass of alcohol that I'm finishing off. "Say no more." The server is summoned, and a couple of bottles of wine are ordered. I'm escorted to his suite, and my attempts to keep the anticipation from my eyes seem to have failed.

A heat seems to have started between my thighs, and the tight mini lace dress has become too confining. Kwame's small knowing smile has turned the heat below into an inferno. The door's barely closed when I'm on him. I'm five-seven, and even in my six-inch stilettos, I'm still too short. I'm lifted effortlessly, and my legs circle his waist.

My lips meet his hungrily, and inhaling his scent only serves to feed my hunger for him. He smells so damn good. I'm drunk with a need to be filled. I let him lead, slowing our pace, his lips lightly rain kisses down my neck. I'm so turned on that I'm grinding my pussy on him. "Mmm…" My arms around his neck, I revel in the warm, electrifying sensations of his tongue circling my sensitive nipples.

I'm laid on the bed and pulled to the edge. My shoes were lost somewhere on the way to the bedroom. His hands disappear under my dress, and my panties are slid down past my ankles. Gently teasing my clit, his fingers are slick with my essence. I want him—I want more! Pushing his hand away once again, my lips devour his.

I'm in a frenzy, helping him to remove his shirt in between kisses. My tongue demands entrance, and he grants my wish. Tasting, teasing, my hands roam his hard chest and move slowly downwards. I'm alarmed at the bulge that greets my hand. I don't think that it's going to fit. Stroking his massive length through his pants, a rogue wave of lust sweeps through my body, and a moan escapes my lips. I'm going to make it fit!

His pants drop, and so does my jaw. The gigantic erection that plops out is intimidating, but I don't let that deter me. I came here to get fucked sideways, upside down, and backward! Pulling him onto the bed with me, I'm drawn on top of him. Rubbing my opening on his dick, I'm guided onto his staff in one swift move. "Mmm… shit…" I state from his length, filling my pussy. Unable to take all of him, I have to keep my strokes measured to not hurt myself.

Riding him slowly, his hand on my hip guide my strokes. His sexy brown depths watching me turns me on even more. Reveling in the silky hardness of his dick touching my soul, my pace increases. "Mmm…" I murmur as his lips lightly caress my neck. With slow hard gyrations, his hand harshly grips my ass.

"Kwame…" I whisper from the sensations coursing through my body. Erotic sparks that intensify the heat of our bodies joined as one. Cradling his head, his tongue, wet and warm on my nipples, draws my breath, and I moan his name in my delirium. Clinging to him, the familiar stirrings of my orgasm nearing, I put a stop to our lovemaking. I want to taste my essence on him.

Leading him to the edge of the bed, I go to my knees before him. He's a sexy ass god! Worshiping his pole, I take his dark chocolate stick into my mouth. My hands on his shaft, I work them up and down, twisting as my mouth works on the tip. "Damn…" With each stroke, my lips move further down his staff.

His hand on the back of my head, I let him direct me. Steady, sloppy slurps that end with a smacking sound once I reach the head. "Yes…" His declarations arouse my need to please. My grip tightens and relaxes as I pump the pre-cum from his sex. "Mmm…." I love the taste of his salty sweetness. I want all of it.

Swirling my tongue around the tip on the way down and up, my tempo increases. Working my wrists in sync with my mouth, Kwame's grip on my hair tightens. "Wait." He instructs me. "Uh, uh…" I reply with my mouth full of his dick. His body jerking with each aggressive tug, I aim for an impressive grand finale.

Gently stroking his balls, one hand's still working his dick, and my mouth's filled to the hilt with his length. My multitasking skills are on point! His dick starts to pulsate, and I know that I've got him. I'm going to make Mr. Kwame Brown remember my name! "Mmmm… Mmmm…" The hummer is reserved for the special men. "Mmmm… Mmmm…" I brace for his reaction. My head's pushed another inch down his dick. "Oh, shit…!" My reward is a mouth full of his nut.