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“Mhmm,” he moans again. I swear hearing him like that got my pussy all wet.

“Use your words, baby daddy,” I say, laughing at the silly names we call each other.

“Give it to me, mama,” he says, stroking his dick.

I slowly guide the head in, taking him inch by inch. My knees dig into the mattress. I grab his legs and pull him closer to me.

“Now work yourself on my dick. Show me that you want this pussy… that you fucking deserve it,” I say, not moving.

Drey inches closer to me and moves on it fucking my strap.

I fold my arms across my chest. “Look at you… Your thirsty ass wants this pussy so bad.”

“Yesss… mama. I need it,” he says, whimpering for me.

My clit throbs just seeing him turn into a slut on my strap. He did all that talking only to be desperate for me.

I push his legs back and move faster into him, working him open. I move faster in him, rolling my hips.

I swirl my hips in circles and pump into him.

“Shit… it feels good.”

“Oh, baby, I know.”

My hips move with excitement, and I push those legs back. They don’t reach his ears, but that’s okay. I’m gonna stretch him out more so he’ll get there.

“I’m about to come…”

“Come for me, baby daddy,” I say, moving at a frenzied pace.

Drey’s body shakes, and his hand moves faster. His hips buck up off the bed, and I got his ass folded like a damn pretzel.

“Shit!!!” he says through gritted teeth, and he comes hard. It shoots out all over his hand, leaking onto his stomach.

I pull out of him and snake up and down his body to lick it all up. “Mmm… you did so good for me.”

After we both get cleaned up, we get into bed, both naked as we usually sleep.

Chapter 10

Drey

I look across the balcony as I sip my coffee. We just came back from our couple’s massages. That shit made me feel like a weight’s been lifted.

It’s actually pretty warm for a fall day in Baltimore. I expected it to be colder.

I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t working. I thought being off for a week would make me antsy as fuck, but I don’t miss that shit. I’ve always saved up for a rainy day. Never been a flashy nigga.

One thing for sure: the streets don’t stop, and I haven’t for twenty-three years. The water below us is beautiful, with the ships and yachts rocking back and forth.

“Shit, this has been so nice,” Zari says, sipping her iced caramel latte.

“I know. That massage hit just right. I can’t believe the Black Wax Museum was interesting.”

“I knew you would like it. We went in elementary school for a school trip, but it hits different now as an adult.”

“Yeah, that slave ship puts a lot into perspective.” I reach over and grab her hand. I kiss it gently.