Red Hot Lips

Nicki was on her way home from a night of judging AI, she was wearing a tight blue dress, open in the back, ruffles on her ass, blue Giuseppe heels, and topped off with red lips.

Her car pulled up at her front door, the driver opened her and she went up the steps to unlock her front door. Once she was in, she took of her blonde wig and let her natural hair fall down her back, she was about to take off her shoes when she heard a deep baritone voice.

"Leave them sexy ass heels on ma."

Nicki tried to hide her smile and failed.

"What are you doing here?"

"A nigga kept come and see you."

"No because you always want something."

"Like what?"

"Quit playing dumb, you want the pussy. Ha I even have you whipped and you haven’t even gotten it yet."

"Oh please I don’t need it."

Nicki went into a fit of laughter.

"If you say so. Want some wine?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Nicki reached up and grabbed to wine glasses, walked over to one of her kitchen drawer and got a 
corkscrew.

"Need help?" Drake offered.

"Nah nigga."

Drake licked his plump lips at the sight of what she was wearing. It was definitely sexy, especially them red lips.

Drake finished his wine and put his glass next to the sink. He got bold and turned her around to face him.

"What are you do-"

She was silenced by his lips touching hers. The kiss was slow and sensual. It held passion and lust, it was 
making Nicki’s knee weak. Drake pulled away to see her reaction. Her eyes were still closed, mouth slightly opened.

"Are you sure I’m not the one who has you whipped?" Drake said.

Nicki raised her eyebrow, she wasn’t about to let him win.

Nicki flipped them so Drake’s back was to the counter and she pulled his face down to her so she could show him who’s really the whipped one. She sucked and lightly bit his bottom lip, while she raked her nails down his chest, scratching him through is button up. Nicki pulled away from his mouth and started lightly sucking on his neck, biting and licking his earlobe, how he liked. She heard him sigh. She trailed her tongue down a bit and in a swift movement ripped his shirt open. Keeping her lips locked to his neck, she lightly raked her nails up and down his chest. She slowly moved down, leaving red kiss marks all over his chest. 

Nicki finally stood up and looked at his face. His eyes were closed, breathing slightly erratic. Nicki grabbed her wine glass and took a sip from it. She smirked at him when he finally opened his eyes.

"Are yousure that I don’t have you whipped? I got you hooked and this was just the beginning.”