Sample Sunday - Pursuing the Plug - "... You don't run shit..."
Here are some quick facts to note about this title & sample:
It is a continuation of the RahMeek and Bella series, featuring their son Rafeeq
It is nothing like any other book that I have written
It contains mystery that requires patience
It is to be released in the next 4 days, October 11th
It is NOT a standalone
RahMeek, Bella, Reign and others are present
It is sure to stir a range of emotions
Unedited & subject to change
With the hustle of his father and a heart that reflects his mother’s, Rafeeq Jones was bound for eminence. As a sole entity, his parents gave him free reign in young adulthood, which led to his unfathomable career choice.
The streets refer to him as “Heavy”, a pseudonym representing more than his frame. Heavy pockets. Heavy cash flow. Heavy in the game. Heavy hitter. Heavy-handed. Heavy-hearted.Rafeeq suited them all. His heaviness in the streets caused him to lead a lonesome lifestyle that he had no desire to transform. At least not until he meets Hampsher, the radiating reflection of himself.
Happiness was unobtainable for Hampsher Wells. She’d convinced herself of it since the deadly killing of her mother, which she’d watched from the banister of her home at the age of seven. She stumbled upon Rafeeq with no intentions of entertaining him beyond the night of pleasure they both indulged in.
If there’s nothing else you’ve learned about the first Mr. Jones, you’re vetted on his persistence. Rafeeq is no different from his father, his chase also filled with elation and determination. However, the woman he’s after doesn’t plan on being caught. Ever.
The lighting from the street danced on Hampsher’s skin as she cut corner after corner,
reaching her destination in less time than she’d anticipated. When upon the large skyscraper, she
released a distressful sigh.
The building that Rafeeq was stored in shared the same qualities as he did. Hampsher
wasn’t the least bit surprised at his choice of dwelling. Personally, she preferred secrecy and
simplicity over all else. It was her father’s fetish of the lavish lifestyle that had sent him over the
edge and landed her mother in a casket. Frankly, she despised it. The thought was too sore to
“Can I help you?” The doorman stirred Hampsher from her trance.
“Rafeeq. I’m here for R…”
“Mr. Jones is expecting you. Do you have a car that you’ll be needing pulled into the
garage for the night?”
“So, you’ll be needing a service in the morning?”
“I won’t be.” Hampsher shook her head as she followed the doorman into the building.
At the sound of her last statement, his steps crept to a halt before turning back to take a
good look at her. Hampsher grew uneasy with the sudden shift and wondered why she’d sought
out such a pointless mission instead of enjoying s’mores with her grandparents.
“Fair enough, then. Follow me.” He shrugged as if Hampsher hadn’t been too
Inside, enormous structures filled the space to capacity. Crystal chandeliers, vaulted
ceilings, large instruments, tables, intricate chairs, a bar, large televisions, spacious couches and
the list continued for eternity.
“This way.” The doorman led Hampsher into the elevator.
Of course. Hampsher thought to herself as she exited the elevator, which happened to
lead her into the foyer of Rafeeq’s home. The top floor was occupied by him. Her nipples
budded upon entrance, the air being nippy and causing bumps to raise in addition to her pebbles.
His voice was laced with venom. Still, Hampsher had yet to decipher the tug he’d
managed and why she’d shown precisely at the time he’d requested. In fact, she couldn’t
understand why she’d stuck around his office long enough to even have him consider the
possibility of them exploring anything more than a few seconds together as she turned in her
“It’s morning, actually.”
“Not quite. We have approximately thirty seconds before midnight.” Rafeeq appeared
from the shadows, shirtless and dripping from the shower he’d indulged in before her entrance.
“Should I heighten the temperature?”
Rafeeq was mindful of his guests, always had been. Or, at least until he’d utilized them
for whatever purpose they served and then he didn’t give them a single thought. It was all
mundane. All routine.
Clearing her throat, Hampsher followed his eyes until they met at her chest. “I’ll regret
asking you to later.”
This wasn’t the mind-fucking session that Rafeeq would’ve preferred and Hampsher
wanted to make it clear to him. While his eyes were still fixated on her small racks, she pushed
the left side of her bodysuit down her shoulder to expose her deep pink areola.
“For now, I’ll manage.” She continued. “Shouldn’t you be worried about upping the
temperature for yourself?” With a brow raised, Hampsher acknowledged the lack of imprinting
in Rafeeq’s briefs.
“One thing for certain, he knows to get himself together when the time comes. You just
keep doing you.”
It was a pleasure for Rafeeq to watch Hampsher undress. Her independence was
alarming, reminding him that he’d need to be cautious when bedding her. Women of her caliber
preferred to control the bedroom, cumming on their own watch and deciding which direction
their night went in. Unfortunately, that shit didn’t fly with Rafeeq. It wouldn’t start today, either.
“You waste no time?”
“The next second isn’t promised.” Hampsher countered. “Plus, I’m horny. I don’t bring
my friends to visit with my grandparents.”
“So, you’re visiting?”
Rafeeq examined her frame as she pushed her shorts towards the floor and was able to
remove her top, completely. She stood before him, raw, yet still covered completely. She was
buried beneath the hardships she dared to speak of, but they were sensed. They were heavy.
Rafeeq could feel the weight of them.
Squeezing her lids together, Hampsher chastised herself from talking so much. It was
never her forte. Instead of replying, she straightened her posture and waited for the obvious. Dick
was on the menu and her body was famished. It was the only reason she’d come. Conversation
was not expected, hopefully Rafeeq got the message.
He’d sprang to life. The awakening of his manhood brought pleasure to Hampsher’s
entirety. Sexually inclined, she was certain that Rafeeq wasn’t prepared for what it was she had
in store for him. Frankly, it was all for her satisfaction. None of this, not one bit, was for his.
“He’s awake.” Emotionless, Hampsher nodded.
“He is.” Rafeeq stepped forward.
A third time, and he’d erased the space between them. Gripping either side of her body,
Rafeeq lifted her into the air and tossed her over his shoulder. The way to the guest room is the
path Rafeeq had chosen to follow. Upon entry, he tossed Hampsher on the sheets.
“Fresh sheets.” She noted, aloud.
Surveying her surroundings, she took in the scenery and quickly concluded that this
bedroom was unoccupied. This was where he came to fuck.
“Is that an issue?” Rafeeq had lowered his briefs and began stroking his dick as he
watched her from a few feet away.
“The sheets aren’t. The mattress below is. Swimming in other women’s juices isn’t
exactly what I had in mind.”
“I’m no virgin, baby.” Rafeeq chuckled, sensing that she’d figured him out.
This girl was unbelievable. While others didn’t care where he took them as long as the
night ended with his dick up their spine, then all was good. Not Hampsher. Meticulous. She paid
special attention to detail.
“Where’s your room?”
“You going to put up a fuss about being in the guest bedroom?”
“No. We’re simply changing locations.”
Standing from the bed, Hampsher glided past Rafeeq, walking through his loft as if she
owned the place. He watched behind her, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to find his bedroom.
Her attempt would be comical.
From the guest bedroom, he continued to gaze at her backside. Rafeeq’s dick fell from
his large hand as he watched Hampsher hoover of the empty space in his hallway. Stepping
forward, she pressed into the wall until his bedroom door slid open and exposed his personal
This bitch, here. Rafeeq scrambled behind Hampsher, following her into his
headquarters. He reached forward and snatched Hampsher backward. His nostrils flared as the
two stared each other down.
“You don’t run shit in here. Got that?”
“When my health is involved, I…”
Hampsher was silenced by Rafeeq’s forcefulness. He spun her around until she was
facing the wall, used his legs to spread hers apart and squatted. Producing a wad of saliva,
Rafeeq spat it on her pretty pink pussy before lifting, again. The sound of Hampsher panting
brought an animalistic craving to the forefront as he nearly tore her in half upon his entrance.
“Oh shit.” Hampsher buckled at the knees, but Rafeeq caught her before she could
“Fuck.” Rafeeq swore for more reasons than he’d like to. He’d went against every code
in his book by entering Hampsher without coverage. Since his virginity had been snipped, every
sex session he’d indulged in was protected. Rafeeq had never felt bare pussy and it would soon
send him spiraling.
Taking full advantage of Rafeeq’s moment of weakness, Hampsher promised to worry
about the elephant in the room after she was counting the stars she’d see from her self-induced
orgasm that was approaching even without movement. Adjusting herself and acquainting with
the girth of Rafeeq, Hampsher pulled her weight forward and then back again.
Forward and then back, again.
Rafeeq found his tongue and began to protest her movements. His toes were disfigured
and curled to the point of pain. The mushiness of her walls were pulling him towards the
pinnacle with promises of unraveling him, entirely.
Hampsher cared less, desperate for her undoing. She continued to stroke him with the lips
of her pussy, squeezing her muscles and massaging his dick as she rode. Completely unaware
of the rupture she would soon cause, Hampsher became lost somewhere between oblivion and
“Stop that shit.” Rafeeq requested, his semen summoned towards the head of his dick and
threatening to spill. Grabbing Hampsher by the hips, he disabled her movements.
Unfortunately, her time had come and she was mounting, beautifully. “Oooooh. Fuck.
I’m cumming.” She groaned, low and hardly notable.
As her pussy contracted, it began extracting Rafeeq’s nut from him. Unable to do much
else, he clinched Hampsher’s sides and forewarned her through grunts and whispers. He was
unhappy with her behavior and would see to it that she paid for her disobedience.
“You’re so fucking hardheaded. You’re going to pay for this shit.” Rafeeq snatched
Hampsher’s neck backward by her long wavy hair.
“Uh…” She moaned from the pain. “Rafeeq.”
“Shut the fuck up. Get down there and clean up the mess you’ve made.”
“I don’t s…”
“You’re going to start sucking dick, today.” He refused to even let her finish her sentence
before pulling out of her and forcing her down to her knees. His grip never loosened on her hair,
giving her no other choice but to submit to his will.
“You on birth control or some shit?” Rafeeq asked, making Hampsher look up at him.
“After tonight. Get on it.”
“This is just sex, Rafeeq. After tonight…”
“After tonight my ass. The way that pussy feel, we in a relationship, already.”