Jamal's Intent

Dylan quickly made his way to the third floor, stopping at the first door to the left.

Bam! Bam!

He knocked and moments later, shuffling footsteps could be heard approaching the door. The door swung upon, halting midway due to the security chain door guard.

The purple-haired girl's face popped up, her eyes widening upon seeing Dylan's glowing eyes.

"Don't bother, Dear you already lost. Now open the door and let's have a chat." Dylan chuckled, his eyes burning fiercely with a violet hue.

{Charm used.}

{-1 DF}

{DF: 18/20}

Click!

The lady wasn't sure why, but she felt a strong urge to converse with Dylan. She unlocked the door, allowing him into her small but cozy apartment.

Her furniture was mismatched, posters of indie bands on the walls, and string lights created a warm atmosphere. A faint smell of incense lingered in the air, and her window sill was decorated with small potted plants.

Dylan sat down with the lady by his side, a seductive smile playing on his lips.

"What's your name?" Dylan said in a soothing tone, his voice magical.

"Lucy." She muttered, her face reddening as she blushed deeply.

Her eyes searched Dylan's; the hunger in her became unbearable.

"I won't waste your time Lucy, so here is how we are going to do this," Dylan said as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

His python slung forward, bitch-slapping Lucy and forcing her to fall back on the couch. She looked up in shock, saliva running down her lips as she watched Dylan's 9 inches long dick swaying left and right.

"If you want this golden dick, you will tell me everything you know about Jamal's involvement in Roman's death," Dylan said, his hips swaying side to side.

{Charm used.}

{-1 DF}

{DF: 17/20}

Lucy froze, her eyes tightening as she tried to reach for it but Dylan stepped away.

"Speak fire and I'll let you play with these bad boys a little bit." He said, a look of amusement etched on his face.

Reluctance flashed across her eyes but the glowing violet hue of his iris was too intense.

"I'm only doing this because he left me after everything," Lucy said with a bitter smile.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, tapping it a few times before holding it up.

"Start with this."

Dylan leaned in to look at the screen. It was a string of texts between her and Jamal.

Jamal: "20 Shots ain't the only one who can blow up. Just wait till you see me, baby. Gonna make the world forget about him."

Lucy: "How? You don't even have a hit yet."

Jamal: "You'll see. I got plans. Big plans."

"When were these sent?" Dylan's brow furrowed.

"Two weeks before his cousin got shot," Lucy replied, scrolling up to show earlier messages. "He was obsessed with catching up to 20 Shots. Kept talking about how he'd boost himself. I thought it was just talk, but..."

"But it wasn't." Dylan finished her thought, his tone amused.

She nodded.

"The night his cousin died, I couldn't believe it. Then this dropped." Lucy said while tinkering with her phone.

She pulled up a music video on her phone and handed it to Dylan. The thumbnail showed Jamal in a dark hoodie, kneeling in front of a graffiti-covered wall.

"The title read: "RIP Bloodline (Official Video)."

Dylan pressed play.

The video was raw, but the production value was surprisingly high. Jamal rapped about loyalty, betrayal, and grief, specifically referencing his cousin's name and the "streets turning red."

"When did this release?" Dylan asked, pausing the video.

"Minutes after the shooting," Lucy said, her voice low. "How could he have written and shot that in real-timeime? He had to have planned it beforehand."

Dylan leaned back, processing the information.

"He staged this. Used his cousin's death as a springboard for his career." He mumbled, his eyes widening with excitement.

He suddenly felt Lucy's hands wrapped around his cock, shoving it into her mouth before he could say a thing. Gagging sounds could be heard as she jerked back and forth zealously.

Dylan simply rolled his eyes, screenshotting texts between them and forwarding them to his phone.

Huff!

Dylan exhaled sharply, his legs slowly losing their strength over Lucy's repeated attempt to swallow it whole. Her palms gently rubbed around it while her head jerked back and forth as if she was milking it.

"God, these crazy bitches won't be the end of me," Dylan mumbled with a low moan.

Lucy quickly stood up, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him down the couch. She pulled up her skirt, wasting no time in sitting on his rod.

"Ooooohhh..." Dylan smiled sheepishly, it felt like his cock was burrowing through a warm, slippery tunnel of sweetness.

Lucy's body shuddered the deeper his dick went and her hands wrapped around his neck. Her tongue explored his face, settling at his ears while her hips moved on its own, rising and falling with loud claps.

Dylan could feel it all: her heavy panting, rising heartbeat, and her tongue physically abusing his ears. His palms grabbed her ass cheeks, his lips playing with her neck.

"More... This is not enough... I need more of you." Lucy moaned loudly, tears running down her eyes.

It pained her that this may be the only time she would be able to experience being filled up and stretched out. Dylan's cock rearranged her insides in ways she couldn't explain; all the words came out in the form of gasps and moans.