“To mark a boundary tomorrow morning,” I answered smoothly.
He smiled again. Then I asked him if he could help me get a thick rope. He dashed into the store and returned with a thick rope.
Only if he knew he was helping me get something I planned to use on him.
Once inside my room, I went straight for the money under the bed. The bag was still there, untouched. Relief flooded through me. I emptied the bag I came in with onto the bed.
Bundle after bundle of cash appeared, each one tied with pieces of paper containing land locations and names.
I switched on my phone and checked every credit alert. The bank transfers alone totalled over eight million naira. I had received more than three million in transfers that day and collected another 1.5 million in cash.
Combined with what I already had, the cash alone stood at 3.2 million.
Over eleven million naira in a single day from this small town!
No wonder Lekan said Amili was the smallest community in the region but the richest. The people looked like ordinary petty traders on the surface, but underneath they were silent millionaires.
Big dealers in oil palm and cocoa, owners of vast plantations. Filthy local money flowed quietly through this place.
How many of my yahoo boyfriends could ever pull off a local stunt like this? Only a truly greedy man would still be lingering here.
I had already made more than enough to start a new life. I packed every naira carefully into my backpack along with my important documents, anything that could be used to trace and locate me when I disappeared.
Then I called the receptionist into the room and handed him the other bag containing all my clothes and shoes. The young man almost collapsed from gratitude.
He began raining prayers and blessings on me so intensely that I had to gently push him out of the room before he finished. I locked the door behind him, heart still racing, and sat on the edge of the bed with the heavy backpack at my feet.
The money was real. The escape plan was ready. The night was still young. I had barely settled after my bath when a soft knock sounded at the door.
Two faces flashed through my mind at once. It was either the Baale’s fourth wife, she had promised to return, or another desperate man arriving with more bribe money. A third, hotter possibility pushed its way forward: Jumoke. What if she had decided to follow her sister’s script and come for the real thing?
I took one last careful look around the room, making sure the backpack of money was out of sight and everything looked ordinary. Then I opened the door slowly. Standing on the other side was Eniola, the Baale’s fourth wife.
She wore another long gown, but this time her head, neck, and chest were tightly wrapped in a large scarf, almost like a Muslim woman.
She carried another food flask in her hand. I greeted her first, then leaned out and peered both ways along the passage. Everything was dead quiet. It was only around 7 p.m., yet I still wondered how she had managed to leave her husband’s house at this hour.
I didn’t need the food; Aduke’s meal and the bush meat pepper soup still sat heavy in my stomach, but I stretched out my hand for the flask, hoping she would leave quickly.
She did not move like a woman in a hurry. Instead, she placed her palm firmly on my chest and pushed me backwards into the room, stepping in after me. The moment she was inside, she closed the door and locked it.
My heart began to pound. I remembered everything Lekan had said earlier about her. What if someone had seen her come into the guesthouse and followed her to see who she was meeting at the guesthouse and then found out it was me, the land inspector from the ministry.
Especially as people knew about her extramarital affairs. But then I remembered her husband had sent her earlier that day to deliver the bribe money to me; he would definitely not be bothered if she’d told him she wanted to drop dinner for me.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly, already unwrapping the scarf. “I won’t stay long.”
As she unwrapped the scarf away from her chest, my eyes widened. The gown beneath had extremely thin straps, leaving her entire upper body almost completely exposed. She wore nothing underneath.
No bra. Her full, heavy breasts sat free, the dark nipples already slightly raised. My cock was already hardening against my will.
I wondered how she had walked out of the Baale’s compound like this? Even though she had wrapped herself tightly with that thick scarf, the risk was insane.
She was almost naked underneath. It would take one curious eye, and everything would have been exposed.
She finished unwrapping, then slipped the thin straps off her shoulders. The long gown slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it without hesitation, completely naked, and climbed onto the bed.
The soft mattress dipped under her weight. She lay back slightly, watching me with calm, hungry eyes, her perfect body on full display under the dim light of the room. Full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and that smooth, inviting pussy between her thighs.
My cock was already painfully hard from simply watching her undress. I yanked my trousers down and joined her on the bed immediately. We went straight to business.
There was no time for kissing or soft romance. I pushed her legs apart and sank into her in one deep, brutal thrust. She was already wet.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I sank into her. “You’re dripping.”
She let out a low, sharp sound, her hands wrapped my waist tight. “Because of you,” she gasped, “Now stop teasing and fuck me fast.”
I gave her no chance to adjust; I fucked her mercilessly from the start.
Hard, deep, relentless strokes that made the old bed frame slam repeatedly against the wall. Every thrust was powered by the storm of thoughts racing through my mind.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her almost in half, and pounded into her even deeper. The new angle made her cry out loudly. Her full breasts bounced violently with every impact.
I drove into her without mercy, thinking of her husband, the powerful Baale, sitting somewhere in his compound while I ruined his young wife. I thought of the backpack filled with money.
I thought of my escape later that night, of the thief I still planned to catch as a distraction, of the new rich life waiting for me once I left Amili forever.
Eniola quickly started to rub her clit while I pounded her until she began to squirt, her body convulsing as clear fluid sprayed around my cock with every brutal thrust. Her screams grew louder, half pleasure, half overwhelm.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Still I did not slow down. I gripped her thighs tightly and slammed into her again and again, chasing my own release while her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around me.
She grabbed me and pushed me down on my back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, impaling herself on my stiff cock, slick with a combination of sweat and her juices.
I grabbed her hips as she braced her hands on my chest, wondering where she had got that energy to flip me like I weighed nothing when she started riding my cock like her life depended on it.
I reached up and pulled her down so I could get her big tits in my mouth.
“All yours,” she moaned. “Yes, suck me,” she moaned louder,
“Suck me hard…. Oh yeah, it feels so good, your cock is so deep inside me!”
“Yeah. Look at me, Eniola.” I said.
I grabbed her and held her in place, then I started thrusting up into her. She screeched in pleasure as I took control. She grabbed the headboard of the bed and threw her head back.
“Look at me!” I growled. She forced herself to look down at me.
I slammed my cock into her. Eniola was moaning, groaning and squealing at the same time, and I was grunting with the effort of driving my cock into her. She looked down at me almost the whole time, undisguised lust in her eyes.
The bedsprings squeaked under our bodies as we fucked, she bounced up and down on top of me, clapping her ass cheeks as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her dripping pussy.
I stopped thrusting up into her and pulled her down to kiss me. I began to move my hips beneath her, in little circles. My voice was intense, breathy, and very, very sexy. “How does that feel?”
She responded, barely above a whisper, barely able to speak. “It feels so good, Inspector. I love how you feel inside me.”
I pulled out a little, and then firmly pushed into her from beneath her. “Do you like that?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed, looking deep into my eyes. I pulled back out again, before tensing up and slamming roughly into her again and again, and with that I started thrusting up rapidly again into her from beneath her.
Eniola let out a loud moan as my cock ploughed into her. I pressed against her pussy and continued to hit at her g-spot, bringing her closer and closer to her end.
Eniola lost it and screamed in pleasure as she exploded. She came so hard she was literally crying in pleasure as she squirted what seemed like gallons of pussy juice onto me.
I thought the poor girl would be tired and dehydrated by the time she was done. Only for her to turn around and position herself on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at me.
“Mmm…” she moaned, “You like my ass, don’t you?”
“Hehe, I love it,” I said, moving to run my hands over the smooth flesh, squeezing it. And at the same time, allowing my fingers to slip under her to find her pussy still soaked.
“You sure?” she replied, still wiggling her big soft ass for me.
“It’s fucking perfect,” I said as I palmed her bare massive ass. My cock was still aggressively hard; I moved into position behind Eniola. She knew what was coming, and relaxed as I slid my cock into her still sloppy pussy.
“Hmmmmmm.” she moaned as I slid all the way into her.
I grabbed her hips and started fucking her, not bothering to go slow since I knew what she wanted. I rammed my cock into her, and she started moaning and breathlessly encouraging me to fuck her harder.
“Fuck me harder. “She demanded, her voice raw. “Harder,”
I obeyed. I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, her tits bouncing. She was loud, her moans filling the room, her pleas turning into a litany of yes, yes, don’t stop, just like that.
I could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around me, and I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed in tight circles, and she shattered with a scream, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I saw stars.
The only other sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh on flesh as my hips met hers with each down stroke, and our heavy breathing. I didn’t stop, or maybe I couldn’t stop.
“Keep going,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
By the time I finally came, it was with a roar, my cock buried deep inside her as I filled her up, my hands bruising her hips.
We came together in a messy, intense climax, her body shaking and squirting one last time, her pussy milking me, her body shuddering as she choked out my name. While I emptied myself deep inside her with a low, gritted groan.
We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat, our breaths ragged, our skin slick. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating together. Somehow, exhausted and spent, we both drifted into sleep without realising it.
Eniola jerked awake with a sharp gasp. I opened my eyes at the same moment. My wristwatch showed a few minutes past eleven p.m!
Written by Tito
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