Must Read: The Rich Kids Of Lagos (16+)

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Must Read: The Rich Kids Of Lagos (16+)

At her Aunt’s gate, she met Musa, the gateman who was unusually hostile to her.

‘Madam nor dey’ he said coldly
‘How about Grandma?’ asked Aduke referring to her own Mother. ‘Grandma’ was the name she had been dubbed with around the house here.
‘Dem comot together’ said Musa
‘Okay I will wait for them’ she said as she tried to go in
‘No. Them talk say make no visitor enter’ responded Musa rudely
‘Haba, Musa, behave yourself, it is me nah’ cajoled Aduke
‘Sister Aduke abeg, I no want madam’s wahala’ he said as he entered the compound back, locking her out. He looked through the peephole at the gate and advised her ‘Call Grandma and Madam, make you beg them. Then come to the house when they come back’
Confused and with nowhere to turn, Aduke called Gabbo.
‘Hello’ she said
‘Yes’ he responded shortly
‘Can I come to yours?’ she asked
‘Why?’ he asked
‘If it’s a bother, don’t worry’ she said. Danladi heard something in her voice and backed down
‘Its no bother, Aduke. Should I send someone to pick you up? he asked
‘No. I will take a cab’ she said
‘See you soon’ he said, but the connection had been cut off already
Gabbo had told his guards to expect her and opened the front door himself. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and grey trackdowns. When he saw her face, his heart melted
‘Aduke, are you alright’ he asked, concerned
‘Yes. No. I don’t know’ she said as she burst into tears
‘What happened? he asked. He really hated to see her cry except he was the one that caused it.

He held himself back from holding her in his arms
‘Everything. My friends, my family, Peter,You’ she said as she launched into her sad tale of how her friends were scheming behind her back, how her family had locked her out and how he had complicated her life.
‘Addy, is this about Peeter? asked Gabbo
‘Peter? No it isn’t about him, really’ she responded honestly
‘So what is this about? he asked
She burst into tears again, inconsolable
Gabbo stepped forward to hold her in his arms and the electricity sparked again. The flame re-ignited all at once.

Before she knew it, they were in each other’s arms, kissing and fondling each other through their clothes. What had started as an innocent conversation had blown up to a raging inferno, one that could no longer be contained. Aduke raised her hands for DG to remove her tee shirt.

He gazed at her full breasts, sheathed in a lacy chocolate coloured bra. The contrast against her skin was lovely to behold. Gabbo saw her Tips winking at him. They were hard already, expectant, awaiting his touch.

Gabbo leaned down, spreading butterfly kisses down her jaw, to her neck, as his hand cupped one b0s0m, toying with her first one Tip, and then the other. His thumb and index finger were playing a fabulous tune, one she didn’t want to ever stop.

She stood there in her jeans and bra, eyes shut, head leaning backwards for more kisses from this man who could play her like musical instrument. Emboldened by the fire in her lower region, Aduke ran her hands down his body and cupped his firm hardness. As she stroked him through his soft track downs she felt powerful because she could see the effect she had on him.

Just as she began to slip her hand inside his waistband, Gabbo carried her in his arms and took her into his room.

It was a masculine room, done in warm browns and chocolates, but neither of them could not see this for they were not here to appreciate the decor. Gabbo tossed her on the bed and quickly divested her of her bra and jeans. He was secretly thrilled that she had worn matching undies and he could see what lay beneath the lacy underwear. She was clean shaven, save for a little triangle of hair that had been left right at the tip of the parting. When he saw this, it excited him and made him want her more. He ran his hands over the lacy undies and played with the little patch. He explored further and rubbed her lady parts through underwear that was already wet.
Gabbo hurriedly removed his clothes and her p@anties and lay next to her, skin to skin. The inferno was too much to bear, but he was unwilling to rush things. It had been long since he had last enjoyed this with her. He resumed kissing her all over and he pinned her hands over her head. He needed to let her know who was boss.

When he la!d fluttering kisses on her belly, she could not stay still. He went lower and lower still.

Her core was hot already and when Gabbo slid his middle finger inside the molten heat, it took all of his restraint not to replace his finger with his turgid erection. She was warm, wet and tight, fully ready to take on a full onslaught. However, he decided to show her who was boss and resumed kissing her belly. He began to sU-Ck and bite, first her navel, then her thigh all the while making her hotter and hotter deep within. His tongue traced an incredible pattern that led to only one place.

By the time his tongue hit the mission target, she was wild, on fire. A few expert strokes from him and she was tumbling, the flame that had started as a little tingle had blown into an intense fire, a pulsating fire she could not control. D.G was smart all over. Aduke secretly acknowledged that his tongue was smart too. A long stroke, a sU-Ck, a tiny nip, he did it all. His skillful tongue was leading her on this race and before she could hold herself back, she was flooded with ecstasy so pure that she cried out.

Gabbo covered her mouth with his palm and held her to him. Before he could do anything else, Aduke had fallen asleep. He looked at her Sekxy, wet Unclad form and told himself, he would never ever let her go. Peter or not, this girl would remain his.

She was the first one who almost made him break his rules. He made a mental note to have someone come and draw her blood for those damned tests. He could not wait to sink into her wam, wet loveliness which still winked at him.

Gabbo found it hard to sleep as she had done, but when he finally did, he had beautiful dreams of his fair skinned firebrand.

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At about the same time Aduke’s volcano was erupting, a lone man was walking down the streets of Apapa. He had forcefully discharged himself from the hospital and was headed on a trip. This wasn’t a trip to his village as he had said. He was off to another part of the country, a place where he was guaranteed of absolute safety and solitude.

He promised that he would be back with a bang.

He just had to heal first.