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Authors: Angie Daniels

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35
Renee
I had to get Kenny back. I couldn't hold my head up high as Renee Moore without letting him know who was really running things. Last Friday I was so mesmerized by his dick that he had me speaking in tongues, but it was time to show him who was running things.
Quinton and Tamara were both working, so the stage was set. When Kenny stepped into my house, I was standing in the living room waiting. Immediately, his gaze traveled to the lacy black teddy hugging my thick frame.
“You're late,” I scolded before taking his hand and guiding him to the bedroom. Once there, I began unbuttoning his shirt.
“I thought you had a staff meeting this afternoon?” he asked while stealing a quick kiss.
“Canceled,” I replied.
Kenny bent his head to nibble at my earlobe. “What about the kids?”
“At work.” I freed the last button, then pulled back and gazed up at him. “Why? Are you trying to come up with an excuse to leave?”
Shaking his head, Kenny held up his hands in surrender. “Not at all.”
“Good, then quit stalling,” I purred and reached for his belt buckle. “I cleared my schedule so I could spend some quality time with my man.”
“Really?” he asked between kisses. “So I'm your man now?”
“Yep.” Standing on tiptoe, I touched my lips to his one more time. “Now that you're here, do you have any idea what I plan to do to you?” I asked with a wicked smile.
“No, but I can't wait to find out.”
I slid my fingers through the opening in his shirt. “First, I'm going to take your clothes off.” I paused and with a flick of my wrist, his shirt fell from his shoulders onto the floor. “Then I'm going to rub warming oil
all
over your body.” I pulled his belt free, then leaned into him so my breasts brushed against the fine hairs on his chest.
Kenny cleared his throat. “I like the sound of that.”
I smiled, pleased to hear the catch in his voice. “And that's only the beginning.”
“The beginning?”
Nodding, I smoothed my palms over his nipples, feeling them turn hard and erect. Oh yeah, I was going to enjoy getting him back. I rose onto my toes and captured one between my teeth, nibbled and sucked, then ran my tongue over to the other. “But there is one condition.”
“What's that?” He looked almost as if he was afraid to ask.
“You're not allowed to touch me unless I say so.”
“I think I can handle that,” Kenny said.
I didn't miss the hint of uncertainty in his voice, or the obvious erection straining against his zipper. “We'll see about that.” I released the zipper and his jeans fell down around his ankles. I brushed my hand slowly across the front of his silk boxers. My fingers passed lightly over his rock-hard shaft, causing his knees to shake and his breath to come in slow pants.
“What's wrong, baby?” I asked as if I didn't know what I was doing to him.
“Nothing,” he replied, although the erection pulsing against my hand told me otherwise.
I slid his boxers over his hips and onto the floor. While Kenny kicked them away, I drew back slightly and looked down at him, standing at attention.
All nine glorious inches.
Ignoring the familiar spike of desire spreading through my every nerve, I smiled. “For a man who just got some yesterday, you sure are”—I stroked the head of his penis lightly—“hard.”
“It's what you do to me, boo,” Kenny managed between gritted teeth.
“You got a nice dick.”
He chuckled. “Reese calls it her hot dog.”
“Hot dog?” I started laughing.
“That sounds country, doesn't it?”
“Yep, country as hell.”
Wait until I tell Danielle.
Placing a hand at his chest, I pushed him back onto the bed. “Lie down.”
Obediently, Kenny scooted up to the headboard and leaned back.
Still holding his gaze, I slid the teddy off my shoulders and it slithered to the floor around my feet.
Kenny's gaze was enough to arouse me completely. As his eyes moved down my body, I could feel the heat of his gaze. My nipples hardened. My kitty-cat clenched. I took a deep breath and noticed I wasn't the only one aroused. His hard dick thrust toward me with uncontrollable need. Feeling increasingly confident by his reaction, I continued my slow seduction.
“You see something you like?”
“You know I do,” he groaned.
“Which parts?” Taunting him further, I reached up and squeezed my breasts. “These, perhaps?”
“Yes, definitely those.”
Under his watchful eyes, I flicked a thumb over one hard nipple, then the other, and sucked in a breath at the intensity. Finding my own pleasure was something I enjoyed doing, but having him watching was sweet torture.
After I tugged and squeezed at my nipples some more, I slid my hand lower. Kenny's eyes followed my fingers as they slid past my belly button, through my pubic hair, and dipped between the soft folds of my sweet pussy. Sucking in a sharp breath, he reached down, grabbed the base of his dick, and began stroking his length.
Yes!
A feeling of victory swept through me. Smiling, I continued touching myself.
A muscle at his jaw twitched.
Lust glittered in the depths of his eyes. The only part of him that moved was his hand along his delectably swollen penis.
His breathing had become shallow and I chuckled inwardly. Physical evidence proved he was quickly losing control. His dick bucked for attention, but I resisted the urge to touch him.
Suck him.
Straddle his lap and ride him.
Swallowing, I forced myself to look away. As much as I wanted that dick buried inside me, I couldn't give in. Not yet.
I'm going to get you back.
Yep, I was definitely in the driver's seat and, oh, what a ride I had in store for him.
I moved through the folds of my pussy, stroking and coaxing creamy moisture, then inserted one finger, then two, in a firm, smooth motion. All the while I watched the uncontrollable thrust of his erection, the chocolate tip pointing in my direction. Kenny's reaction while I played with myself was sending me toward an orgasm.
I moved to my clit, using my thumb, and had to take a calming breath when wetness slid down my inner thigh. My control was quickly diminishing, the ache becoming unbearable.
“Do you like this part?” I asked, then removed my fingers from my kitty-cat and licked them one at a time.
Kenny made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a groan. “You know I do.” He was fisting his dick in one hand, stroking the stiff shaft, its head gleaming with a creamy drop of semen. Kenny crooked his finger. “Come here, Renee.”
His order sounded like a plea. Anticipation seeped through my veins.
I forced a frown. “I know your mama raised you better than that. I didn't hear the magic word.”
“Please.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. You're gonna have to speak up,” I said, cupping my ear.
“Please come here—
now
!”
“Much better.” I moved onto the foot of the bed and crawled slowly toward him. As soon as I was close enough, he reached for me.
I halted. “What did I tell you? No touching.”
A curse fell from his lips before he lowered his arms to his sides.
Straddling his legs, I reached over and removed a bottle of butter rum massage oil from the side table and poured the liquid across his groin area.
While licking my lips, I stared down at his dick, then leaned forward and inhaled his scent.
Damn, he smells good enough to eat.
I rubbed my nose along his inner thigh, then opened my mouth and slid my tongue across his balls.
Delicious.
“Hell yes!” he hissed. “Suck me.”
I wrapped my hand around the base, then slid my fingers along the hard surface with lazy intent, paying a little extra attention to the tip. He pulsed in my hand.
Lowering my head, I darted out my pink tongue and traced the head. His legs trembled. As he groaned, I continued to lick the length, loving the taste of him on my tongue. I captured a drop of precum and swallowed. “Mmmm, you taste good,” I cooed, then took his dick between my lips and sucked. Kenny delved his hands through my hair and cried out. Before he could catch his breath, I drew him deeper into my mouth then looked up, making sure I had his attention.
Oh yeah. He's definitely watching.
“I love watching my dick slide in and out of your pretty mouth,” he groaned, eyes glazed, mouth opened.
Kenny raised a hand to cup my breast and I felt it from my nipples all the way down to the slick nub of my clit. Stifling a groan, I pushed his hand back down, then took him deeper into my mouth. My rhythm was consistent while my eyes never left him. Beneath my tongue, I could feel his tension building, and he held onto my shoulders until he no longer had the strength to do so. His panting grew louder. Pulling back slightly, I rolled my tongue over the head, then sucked, taking him just to the edge of release.
“Damn, that feels good,” he groaned, then shuddered. Certain he was seconds away from coming in my mouth, I released him. Startled, Kenny opened his eyes and groaned again.
“Patience, baby. You waited this long, a few more minutes won't hurt.”
“Like hell! I've waited long enough.” He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up so I straddled his hips. The thrust of his erection rubbed against my inner thigh as if begging for me to let him come inside.
My body burned with arousal. I reached for his hands and forced them above his head, then wiggled my hips suggestively. “Now what would you like me to do?” I whispered.
“Ride me,” he panted.
I wanted to drag the torment out, but I wasn't going to deny myself any longer. I had started a fire that only his dick could put out.
I locked my eyes with his, watching his expression while I lowered onto his length, easing him inside. My cry mingled with his moan. Kenny's grip at my waist tightened. I felt him throbbing and I clenched my walls, tightly surrounding him, then lifted my hips. Kenny bucked his body upward against me. Closing my eyes, I set a hard pace.
“Can I touch you now?”
“
Yeeesss!
” I moaned.
“Good.” He drove hard inside me.
“Oh, that feels
sooo
good,” I wailed as my head rolled back.
My breath caught when he dipped his head to catch one pebble-hard nipple between his lips. Pleasure rushed to every part of my body. My lips parted and each quick thrust drew a harsh breath.
Oh, it doesn't get any better than this.
I was panting and trembling. All the while, Kenny kept thrusting into me, holding me steadily by my hips.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him while my body shuddered. The rhythm he set was too good. I rode him, meeting his thrust with equal passion and kissing him as deeply as he was penetrating my body. His face showed the strain and I knew he was trying to hold on, waiting for me to find release first. Knowing what it would take, he moved one of his hands down to my clit where he firmly stroked the sensitive flesh with his thumb. A ragged cry burst from my lips.
“You like that?” he asked, hot breath fanning my lips.
I nodded with a moan, then my body stiffened and my vaginal walls clenched him like a vise. “Yeeesss, yeeesss!” I exploded and Kenny followed, letting out a roar of pleasure as he pumped wildly into my body, filling me with his semen.
With a groan, I sank forward and rested my head on his shoulder while I tried to catch my breath. “Damn, baby,” I panted.
Kenny shifted slightly onto his side so he could stare deep into my eyes. “It's better here than it is at home. I could get used to this.”
That is the plan.
36
Danielle
I slowly rolled out of bed the next morning and jumped in the shower. I was so tired I was tempted to call in to work and stay my narrow ass at home, but if I did that I would have to listen to Chance's mouth, and I really wasn't in the mood to listen to all that jealous talk. Especially since things had been going so well between us.
As soon as the water turned warm, I climbed in. It usually took hot water beating across my back to get me going. While I stood there with my eyes still closed, I couldn't help but think about Calvin. When he was here, he made it his business to give me a back rub, especially after a long day of caring for patients. Thinking about him caused my heart to lurch. I hated to say it, but I missed him. I mean I really, really missed having him in my life. He had been a bright spot. And as much as I loved Chance and the things he does for me, and as much as he reminded me of Ron in bed, he just hadn't filled the void that I felt now that Calvin was gone.
Damn. I don't know why I was thinking about this now, especially since it was over with me and Calvin. I already dumped him once for Ron, so I know he's not thinking about my ass anymore. And it's not like Chance's not a good man, because he is. He keeps money in my pocket. Knows how to suck a sistah's toes, but I miss cuddling and lying in the bed holding each other while we're discussing our dreams. All Chance can talk about is playing the lottery on Saturday, hoping he'll win that thirty million so that he will be sitting pretty and buy himself a fat ride. I sighed. It was so sad I could have laughed. My boo-boo just needed a woman like me to motivate his ass to look toward the future and think bigger than a Lincoln Navigator on twenty-sixes.
Not sure how much time I'd wasted, I reached for my washcloth and quickly washed up, then climbed out and grabbed for a large towel. When I stepped into my bedroom, I saw Chance holding my cell phone to his ear. Hell to the no!
Dropping my hands to my waist, I waited for him to flip it closed and return it to my nightstand before I cleared my throat. As soon as he noticed me standing there, he turned around and frowned.
“You had a call,” he informed me.
My brow rose. Who the hell told him he could answer my phone? “Who was it?”
“Some cat named Calvin.”
I gasped. “Calvin? What did he say?”
He reached for his pants and slipped them on while he spoke. “He asked for you and I told him you were in the shower.”
I was still trying to digest what he said when he walked across to me and planted a kiss on my cheek, then walked into the bathroom like it was no big deal. Oh, but it was definitely a big deal.
“Um, what made you decide to answer my phone?”
Reaching for the toothpaste, he paused and swung around, giving me a crazy-ass look. “'Cause I'm yo man, that's why.”
He looked like he was waiting for me to say the wrong thing so that he could go off on me. Like I said, I wasn't in the mood and didn't have the energy so I didn't say anything. Calvin never tried to answer my phone. I respected his privacy and he respected mine.
“Ain't I yo man?”
“Well, yeah,” I began. “But what would you say if I answered your phone?”
“You my girl. So you can do that.” He started brushing his teeth and I stood there stunned. I couldn't believe this.
“Did Calvin tell you what he wanted?” I tried to ask like it was no big deal.
“Nah, he just said to tell you he called,” he said with toothpaste running down his chin.
Shaking my head, I turned and headed back into the bedroom.
“Yo, baby girl. If we gonna do this, you need to tell them otha cats you got a man now and they need to lose yo number.”
I swung around with attitude. “Lose my number? What, I can't have male friends?”
“What you need them for when you got me?” he asked with a grin, then wiped his mouth, came over and scooped me off the floor, and carried me back to the bed, kicking and screaming. I couldn't help but laugh because Chance could be so silly and always made it hard for me to stay mad at him.
“Baby, I'm feeling you and I'm in here for the long haul, but you've got to be willing to help make this thang work, and that means cutting them otha cats loose.”
I gazed up into his sexy brown eyes and my body started talking nasty to me. “I do want things to work.”
“Then that means it's me and you. I don't need no otha woman when I got this sexy thang here, and hopefully I'm all the man you need.”
Oh, he was definitely keeping me satisfied. Sex was not an issue. “You're all the man I need, boo.”
“Good, then you can tell Calvin to lose yo number. I don't believe in sharing. I've been telling all them females at work that you my girl and all. And some of them been hatin' but hey, I'm all about being exclusive.”
I could just imagine which females had been smiling all up in my man's face. It made me feel good knowing he had chosen me. “Make sure you let them know you're my man.”
“I'm glad to hear that,” he said with a smile, then glanced over at the clock. “Look, I gotta get to work.”
I watched him put on his shoes and frowned. “Aren't you gonna take a shower first?”
“Nah, baby, I'm wearing you to work today.” Leaning down, he kissed me. “I get to smell you all mothafuckin' day.” He kissed me once more and headed for the door.
I was grinning. As long as he smelled like me, I didn't have to worry about him being up under some other woman at work today. And that's just the way I liked it.

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