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  Damn, I need to feel her insides. This dry humping shit ain't what's up.

  I placed her feet on the ground, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her pants and panties down in unison. She seemed to have caught on to what was about to go down and began to unbuckle my belt. She unzipped my pants before undoing the button then pushed them down with her petite hands.

  I picked her back up and placed her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I ceased all movement to look her in her eyes to make sure there was no hesitation while giving her a chance to back out.

  “Once this happens, ain’t no going back, understood?”

  “Overstood.”

  I looked her deeply in her eyes once more then slid inside of her tight, wet pussy. The way my breath caught in my throat, I swear it felt like my soul was being snatched out of my body. Never had I ever felt something that felt so good. Hell yea, her ass was mine.

  “This my pussy from now on, you hear me?”

  “Yaass,” she hissed out between moans.

  Her head titled back in ecstasy as I continued to pound her insides like a boxer pounded his opponent's face. I slowed down a tad bit so I could enjoy the feeling of her walls wrapped around my stick. I was‘bout to give her a lesson in what her body could do. I used my tool as a GPS to find her G spot. It took no time for me to find it. I was like Master Splinter when it came to the pussy. I knew how to train that shit just right. I grinded into that special spot nice and slow, picking up the pace just a tad.

  “Ooh, Shareef. What are you doing to me?” she moaned out breathlessly.

  “I’m tamingmy pussy.”

  “Oh, shit. Harder,” was her response.

  I planned to go harder as soon as I felt that juice box pop wide open on my dick.

  She held on to me tightly.

  “Uh. Uhhh. Fuck me harder, Shareef. Harder.”

  I deep stroked her pussy like I was an Olympic swimmer.

  “Sha.. ree.. Shareef, I gotta peee.”

  “No you don’t. Let that shit go, Ma,” I replied through clenched teeth.

  Her pussy detonated with just those few words and gushed all on my dick like a running faucet of water on full blast. Her walls put my piece in a choke hold and released it only to put it back in a choke hold, only to loosen it again. The feeling of her walls contracting around my member caused my dick to explode in response. I slowed my pumps, relishing in the feeling of her womanhood hugging my steel. Our lips connected as if sealing the deal that she now belonged to me.

  Nicole

  Boy those were the good ole days. I made a beeline to the shower so I could hurry up and get fresh and dressed before my girls Latisha, Redd, and Nik Nik showed up and started rushing me. I was always running behind, it never failed.

  We were going to a hotel for a convention for black owned businesses and entrepreneurs. I owned my own publishing company named Royal Honey Publications. I had a building set up where everything took place from publishing, editing, shipping, etc. It sort of reminded me of how record companies set up their establishments. I ran my company like a pimp ran his hoes. My shit was tighter than a woman trying to squeeze her big ass feet in a pair of size six stilettos.

  Meand my girls weren’t just there for the convention, though. We were also there to celebrate my birthday, and as Kevin Hart would say, turn up!

  I already knew what I had planned to wear. However, where we were going tonight was a mystery to me. The girls kept telling me it was a surprise. That had me nervous because my girls could get a little wild. But whatever it was, I planned to have fun.

  After washing up and lathering my silky, caramel skin in lotion, I went to the closet and picked out the suit I’d be wearing. I chose a black pants suit partnered with some red bottoms. My curves filed the suit as if it had been painted on my body. I turned to the side in the mirror to admire my plump ass. Damn, my momma sure gave me a lot to shake. I played with my swoop just a little to get it feathered just like I liked it. I used my fingers to rake through my shoulder length curls then swung them side to side to make sure they bounced just like I liked them to. I was just about to apply my makeup when I heard a knock at my hotel room door.

  “Damn.” I cursed under my breath. I swear these heffasdon’t ever run late.

  I could hear Tish and Nik Nik going back and forth about some damn milk. They were already cacklin’ like a bunch of hyenas early in the morning. I never understood them. One minute they were at each other’s throats, then they were right back laughing and joking with each other. Can you say weird?

  “Hey, bitch,” Tish said as I let her and my girls in.

  “Hey, hoe,” I responded back to her and then reached out to give her a hug. I spoke to Redd and Nik NIk and embraced them as they entered the room as well.

  “You know what you wearing tonight?” Nik Nik asked.

  “Yea, the short, black dress with the black and gold waist belt I bought when we all went to the mall yesterday, along with my red bottom stilettos,” I said.

  “Ouch, Mama. Who dick you tyrnaget inside you tonight?” Redd questioned.

  I swear my girl always said some crazy off-the-wall shit to say and that’s exactly why I loved her. I smirked at her comment.

  “No one in particular,” I said, hoping they wouldn’t catch on to the bullshit I had just let slip through my lips. They knew just like I did, that Shareef would be at the convention. Nine times out of ten, we would bump into him tonight while we were out partying later.

  “Girl, bye. Who you think you fooling, us or your coochie-coo? You know Shareefgone be all up in that pussy before the night is over,” Redd responded.

  “Redd! Damn do you not have a filter?”

  “Hell no, I’m grown. What the fuck I need a filter fo?”

  “Umm,‘scuse me. Did you not hear the shit that just came out ya mouth? And anyways, who says Shareefgetting a taste of my cookie even if I do bump into him?”

  “Ssshhh. Y’all hear that?” Tish asked.

  “Hear what?” I questioned.

  “It sound like water running from a faucet,” Tish responded.

  “Tish, I don’t hear no damn water running.”

  “Oh, my bad that’s yo pussy runnin’ like a muhfuckin’ kitchen faucet after hearing Shareef’sname.”

  Nik Nik and Reddburst out in laughter. I too had to join in on the fun. Only Tish’s ass would say something so damn retarded.

  “Fuck you,” I responded in between giggles.

  “Bitch, my name ain’t Shareef,” spat Tish, turning her nose up.

  We all started cracking back up.

  As we rode to the place the convention was being held, my mind drifted off to a time when I used to look out of the bus window on my way home from my classes at Central Piedmont Community College.

  ***

  Damn, I wish this lady would shut the fuck up, I thought to myself.

  All I wanted to do was ride home in some peace and quiet. I had just gotten out of my most hated class and had made it just in time to get on the number 9. I was tired and beyond aggravated because I had to run to catch the damn bus.

  “I remember when I was in school. Oohh, those were the good ole days back then. That’s when we use to host something called nickel parties. Boy, how I missed those days.” Miss-won’t-shut-the-hell-up said.

  She was about to continue on but I’d be damned if I was going to keep letting her beat my ears like a bass drum.

  “Excuse me, Miss. I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but I had a long day and I’m tired. I just want to ride home in peace and quiet. I would be tremendously happy if you would oblige.”

  “Not a problem, dear. I have had days like those too. You go on and rest, chile.”

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  She nodded her head and proceeded to look out of the window, probably still reminiscing about back when. Ten minutes later, I was finally getting off of the bus. It was hotter than the devil’s asshole. I pulled the hem of my s
horts down since they had risen up while I was sitting on the bus, and began my journey to my apartment.

  I was almost to my apartment when I ran into him. I already knew what he was going to say before he even said anything.

  “Can I get your number today?” he asked.

  “No, Shareef. You know I’m in a relationship with LJ. On second thought, here, take my number and hit me up when you need your hair braided.”

  “A’ight, Ma, I’ma get at cha,” he responded as he walked off.

  I smiled to myself as I trotted up to my breezeway and upstairs to my apartment.

  I dropped my bag off at the door and went straight to the fridge to grab a soda then went in my room and sat on my bed. As soon as I’d gotten good and comfortable in my bed, I heard the ringtone to my IPhone going off. I reached over and grabbed a hold of my cell. A crease formed in between my arched eyebrows when I didn’t recognize the number.

  “Hello”

  “What’s up, gorgeous?”

  “Damn, Shareefyou ain’t even had my number a hot hour and you calling me already?” I huffed when I recognized the caller by his up north accent.

  “You said to call you when I needed my hair braided, so I’m calling you to let you know I need my hair braided.”

  “Your hair is already braided. I meant call me when they start looking ratchet.”

  “They were looking ratchet, woman. That’s why I took them out. Can you do my hair for me tomorrow?”

  “Them joints looked mad fresh, but if you want to waste your money then that’s you. What time you want them done?”

  “Can you meet me at my spot around 3:30?”

  “Yea, you better be happy I don’t have class on Fridays or your ass would be waiting.”

  “Well, lucky for me you don’t, huh?”

  “Uh huh”

  “Shareef, I don’t want no drama with your baby moms?”

  “You ain’t even gottaworry about that. She out of town with her peeps and the kids.”

  “Okay, I hear you.”

  “Well, that’s what it do, Ma. I’ma get at you tomorrow.”

  “A’ight,” I replied as I disconnected the call.

  The next day I knocked on Shareef’s door, ready to get down to business. I planned to braid his hair and get the fuck on.

  He opened the door clad in a black wife beater, some black and red shorts and some black footies, with his fro and all his tatts out.

  Damn, why the fuck he gotta be so fine? I thought to myself.

  “Hey, Shareef, ready to get your hair braided?”

  “Yea, come on in, Ma,” he said as he stepped aside from the door so I could come inside.

  “You want something to drink or eat?”

  “Nah, I’m good. Have you already washed your hair?”

  “Yea,” he responded.

  “Cool, where you want me to braid it at?” I questioned.

  “Sit on the couch, and I’ll sit on the floor. The game on so I get to watch the Heat play.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I responded as I sat down on the couch.

  I started to question why they chose a damn red suede couch but decided that was none of my business, and I really didn’t care.

  Shareef handed me a comb and ponytail holder as he sat down in between my legs. I parted his hair and began braiding. My designs were the mofo truth and I knew it. I had swirls and crossovers all throughout his braids. I was platting the end of Shareef’s last braid when I felt his hand rubbing up and down my bare legs. Damn, I forgot I was wearing shorts, I thought as I tried to ignore his touch.

  I finished the plat and was about to jump up when his voice boomed through the quaint living room space.“Stay, stay right there.” He reached inside his pocket and pulled a knot of cash out then peeled off a hundred dollar bill. He turned halfway so he was semi facing me and handed me the bill.“Here, thanks for hooking my hair up, Ma.”

  “Shareef, you only owe me twenty.”

  “Well, look at the rest as a big ass tip,” he said with a smirk.

  I smiled as well. My smile faded as he began to stare at me as though I was foreign or something.

  “I think I should go,” I said above a whisper, but for some reason my limbs wouldn’t cooperate with what my brain was telling it to do. I was stuck in place.

  Shareef turned around fully and stood up to his feet before he leaned his lean body into my spread legs. I could feel his hard-on through his basketball shorts. He leaned in closer to my face, softly kissed my lips then pulled back slightly. Then, he leaned back in for another kiss. This time the kiss was soft but not as soft as before. He eased his tongue in between my full lips. Our tongues began to dance in a dance as old as time. As our kiss deepened, I could feel him begin to grind his hips in between my legs. My twat jumped at the feeling. I was dripping wet with need and was praying for some form of relief.

  Shareef unbuttoned my shorts and eased his hands down the band of my panties. His fingers brushed up and down my slit then up over my pearl. My body felt like it was tingling and going numb at the same time. I swear it felt like I was having an outer body experience. I felt his index and middle finger slide inside of my wetness. My hips thrust forward. I started riding his fingers in a slow motion. He leaned closer to my ear.

  “I want to taste you,” he mumbled in a quiet voice.

  “Shareef,” I moaned out.

  “Can I taste you, Nicole?”

  My head was too gone to even respond. The next thing I knew my shorts and panties were being pulled off. Shareef stared down at my treasure before sticking his tongue out to taste my juices. He used his fingers and pulled the lid to my pearl apart and flicked the tip of his tongue against it before sucking it in between his warm lips. He flicked his tongue in a fast motion against my clit while he kept his lips closed around it. My hips shot up off of the couch.

  “Sha .Shareef, sto—stop.” My words fell on deaf ears.

  He gripped my thighs and feasted on my pussy like a starved man.

  When I left his house that day, I was sure of two things. One, I was addicted to Shareef’stongue game and two, if I didn’t get right, he was going to finally get what he wanted, which was to fuck me. But I was determined to hold on to the little relationship I had with LJ.

  I checked out of memory lane just as we approached the hotel where the convention was being held. The itinerary they had set up for the day zoomed by in the blink of an eye.

  The highlight of my day was when Shareefgot up on stage to speak about his booming bail’s bondsman company. Everywhere I went, I would hear about his company. I was happy he’d been able to achieve his dreams.

  I had noticed him, however, he had yet to see me, and I was determined to keep it that way. At first, I was excited about seeing him after all this time, but my nerves had really gotten the best of me. So, I purposely stayed out of his line of sight until it was time to leave. I was the first one back to the car.

  Later on that night, my girls finally revealed that we were going to the world's famous Magic City strip club.I was curious about the spot because I had never seen a stripper up close and personal before, but at the same time, strip clubs weren’t my kind of scene. I would much rather be at a place where I could meet some fine ass niggas.

  Once there, I headed straight for the bar. I sat there nursing my drink while my girls cut a fool. I was about to get up and go talk junk to them when I felt the heat of someone’s gaze on me. My heart sped up and my kitty jumped. There was only one man who had that kind of effect on me, Shareef Devionne Smith. What a coincidence!I didn’t move a muscle. I sat there like my ass was glued to the damn seat. I could feel him as he got closer and closer.

  “Hey, gorgeous. I was wondering what a beautiful lady like yourself was doing sitting here all alone?” he whispered in my ear.

  I held my breath for a brief second so I could pull myself together. We hadn’t spoken in years, actually since we were teens. Well, technically, since I was a teen because
when I was eighteen he was already in his twenties. That was six years and no kids ago, but after all of these years, I had finally come into contact with the man who had flowed through my dreams like a stream of running water. All he had to do was showcase those thirty-two pearly whites, and he had my va-jayjay dripping wet.

  “Hey you, I see you came out to enjoy the festivities the‘A’ has to offer.” I smiled.“And to answer your question, I'm not here alone. My girls over there turning up! I can't believe they have me in damn Magic City. You know this is not my get down,” I replied, turning around to face him while trying to conceal the huge grin that was spreading across my entire face.

  “Well, I tell you what, how about we step outside and talk so we don't have to speak over this loud ass music?”

  “Okay cool, sounds like a plan.” I rose to my feet, dropped some bills on the bar top and obliged my old flame’s request.

  Outside we got in his car and drove around aimlessly while catching up on old times. More than an hour had passed before I asked him to drive me back to the hotel. With his fine ass less so close to me, I didn't want to return to the strip club and look at pussy.

  I sent Tisha quick text letting her and my girls know the deal. At the hotel Shareef walked me up to my room.

  “I guess this is goodnight, huh?” he questioned, looking into my hazel eyes with his chocolate orbs.

  “I guess so.” My voice trailed off for a split second before continuing my thought,“Well, it was nice chatting with you. Enjoy the rest of your night,” I spat rapidly before turning to put my hotel key inside of the key slot so it would grant me access inside. I needed a cold shower ASAP.

  Before I could even get the key card all the way out of the door, I felt a strong hand grab my wrist and my body being swung around. I didn't even have a chance to respond before I felt the crushing assault of his lips on mine. I was gone the minute our lips connected. It felt as if I had taken a dose of heroin or cocaine and was being taken to that magical place in the sky. I felt high. I could feel the door being opened and my body being pushed inside. I should’ve been protesting but my body refused to stop at the chance to indulge in such pleasure.