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The door to the room came open, and in walked Journey, Lyric, Charity, Angel, Judge Deity Bosco, and Double.

The second I spotted Double, I moved toward him with the speed of light and threw myself into his arms.

Judge Bosco shook his head. “Can’t give some of these niggas even the smallest bit of power without them acting like they’re the fucking king of the world.”

“This is no concern of yours, Bosco,” Gillespie said. The surprise of seeing the judge there was obvious on his face. “This is a personal matter. The fiancée I thought had lost her life to the sea has returned. We have unfinished business.”

“You ain’t got no unfinished business with my wife. You need to take your L and go ’head on,” Double told him.

Gillespie’s eyes narrowed. “Your wife? How?”

Bosco waved his hand. “That’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that you have no legal right to detain Mrs. Waters. You have no legal right to hold her passport. You have no legal rights.”

Sterling Gillespie looked like he wanted to murder somebody, but so did Double.

“Like Mr. Waters told you, take your L on this one. You’re not going to win. As long as Mr. Waters has me on his team, you’re never going to win.”

Double stepped up. “My wife will never belong to you. You’ll never have her. But if you ever fuck with her again, I’ll have to start fucking with you. I don’t care what kind of fear you pump into the hearts of these Iredian motherfuckas. I’m from America, and I don’t give a fuck. I’ll have you touched at a moment’s notice.” I watched in shock as Double walked over to Gillespie and pushed his forehead back with the tip of his pointer finger.

Journey nor her cousins held back their chuckles.

23

She Walks Like a Boss, Talks Like a Boss

Double

Tinsley covered the tip of my dick in the warm wetness of her mouth. Slowly, her tongue moved over my rigidness. Her breath was warm when she popped me out of her mouth and blew softly on the opening. Pre-cum oozed out, and she swiped it up with her tongue, opening her mouth wide to show it to me before humming softly. Then she slid me into her throat, letting me feel her tonsils while she gagged.

“Um. You taste so good.” She released me from her confines to speak, but soon enough, the head of my dick disappeared again.

I fought with myself to keep from grabbing her hair. “Oh yeah?” I questioned through gritted teeth. “What it taste like, Sweetheart?”

“Heaven. Something I want in my mouth all the time.” She licked my shaft from the tip to the base. “And you smell so damn good. Manly. Like big muscles and good dick.” She nuzzled her face in my balls. That was something I didn’t expect. Jealousy gripped my chest for a second. Who the fuck taught her how to be so good at giving head? Was there some other nig—She interrupted my thoughts when her moist mouth enveloped my entire dick. “Shit!” slipped from my mouth before I could catch it. Tinsley was the only woman on Earth who had the ability to make me lose complete control.

Her small hands worked my shaft while she paid attention to the head, occasionally swallowing me whole. She was a master at sucking dick. She had taken to it like a fish took to water. She sucked me in a way that let me feel the reverence she had for me through the way she took her time. She never rushed, never treated the act like it was something she couldn’t wait to get done doing. She licked and sucked me like she had all the time in the world.

However much I loved her before she kneeled in front of me, that shit always multiplied by a thousand when she had me in her mouth. This was my sweetheart. My baby. My wife. She gave me head like I was the king of her world.

“The way I love you, Sweetheart, . . . I’m not sure if you’ll ever even understand,” I told her.

Her watery eyes met mine. Even as the messy bun on top of her head unraveled, saliva trickled down her chin, and the girth of my dick stretched her swollen lips to their limits, she was beautiful. My normally put-together Tinsley looked so disheveled and so fucking radiant.

Thoughts about her beauty, her goodness, and my love for her caused me to speed up my thrusts. She hollowed out her cheeks. The muscles throughout my body began to tense while my head began to spin. Then I erupted into my sweetheart’s mouth while she greedily swallowed.

I eased myself from her mouth while pulling her to her feet. “Sweetheart.” I kissed her lips and held her close to me. “I love you. You mean the fucking world to me. You’re the love of a lifetime.”

“Same,” she whispered.

We moved to the bed, and I positioned myself between her legs. Before she could say another word, I’d slipped inside of her. Sinking into Tinsley was the headiest feeling on Earth. Her pussy was wetter, tighter, warmer, and gushier than any pussy had the right to be. Her pussy was home for me. When I was buried deep inside her, giving her strokes, her pussy always treated me like it was welcoming me back.

I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply.

“I love you,” she said when I finally let her breathe.

“Do you really?” I gritted out the words from behind clenched teeth with my face buried in the crook of her neck.

“I do. I swear I do.” Her words were wrapped up in groans and hums that sounded like sweet melodies to my ears.