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“Tracye…” I said as she made the hottest sounds that were driving me fucking crazy.
Wherever she learned her skills was the real deal. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle her orally much longer without gushing all my goods into her mouth, I backed out of her and held out my hand to help her up. Standing toe to toe, she looked up at me with the most vulnerable look in her eyes.
I reached for her face and brought her lips to mine for a kiss. We kissed so sensuously that I wanted to hold her as close as I possibly could. She looked like she needed shielding from something…like she needed to feel compassion at that very second. Her need made us one. I needed to feel, too.
She ended that tender moment when she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. With her secure in
my arms, I backed up to the bed and fell with her landing on top.
She moaned repeatedly against my lips as my tongue slid against hers. The more we kissed, the more I felt the urgent need to be inside of her. I grinded my hips sensuously against hers as I deepened the kiss.
"Condom…" she softly murmured.
I stretched to reach the nightstand and pulled out the box of condoms I bought after having drinks with Jacob. I didn’t know if I would even need them at all, but figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I was glad I thought ahead.
After applying the condom, she rose and, without any hesitance, slid down my shaft in a slow, gripping motion. She began to ride me gallantly; her wetness slick and intoxicating, as she rocked back and forth.
"You feel so good, Montie," she said, sucking my lip up to hers without missing a stroke.
"No baby, it’s all you. You feel good,” I said in between the meticulous hammering of her sweet heat.
She crashed down onto my dick over and over again, riding me off into a stupor. I was determined not to be outdone. I blew out a deep breath and matched her stroke for stroke. Our bodies continuously glided against one another, until her moans intensified to the point of groans. She reached behind her and gently squeezed my balls. A strong surge of energy traveled through my body.
“Cum with me,” I managed to say, using my last bit of strength to wait for her.
She tightened her grip around my shaft as she rose and fell against me like she was in a rodeo. I couldn’t take it any longer. Cum gushed into the latex. She screamed my name and a hundred more expletives as we came in unison.
“Damn, girl, I think I love you,” I teased, once she crashed down on the bed beside me. I was just kidding, but damn. Maybe I could love her. I laughed at that thought.
“Don’t play with me. I might take you seriously, and I’m kind of possessive,” she said, joining me in laughter.
“You’re fucking hot, Tracye," I said, letting out a relaxing sigh. “I’ll be here a few more days; do you want to hook up again?”
“I’d like that,” she said. Her lips found their way back to mine and her kiss was, once again, magnetic. I held this stranger in my arms. She settled her head on my shoulder and nestled it in. Before long, we were both in a drunken, satisfied sleep.
I could see a trip back to Miami in my future.
CHAPTER THREE
Justine
You’re Not Him
I managed to screw Jacob and Montie within the past two weeks. I had effectively partaken of Destiny’s sloppy seconds twice. I thought it would end with me puking my guts out, but my first time sleeping with a black man was breathtaking. His cock was so humongous that I could hardly take him all in. My eyes went dreamy just thinking about the many ways his thick sword made me call out his name. He was an attentive lover, too. I could get used to the mind-numbing way he peered into my eyes as he stroked me senseless. Waking up in his wide, muscular arms was just as addictive. But, he wasn’t him.
Snuggled under the weight of Montie’s warm body, I thought of Jacob. He had moved his fiancée and stepchildren into our dream home. If I couldn’t pry them apart, there was nothing left for me to build with him. Jacob treated Destiny like a damsel in distress that needed his protection, even after she slept with Montie while Jacob was in Florida sulking over me attacking her. Yeah, my mother had gotten the scoop from Mrs. Tammy and we were all hopeful that he would come to his senses and realize that Destiny was the low-class whore I always knew she was. Yet, the opposite happened.
Destiny convinced Jacob that she was somehow the victim. He accepted her “moment of weakness” and professed his undying love for her. He even gave the bitch a wedding ring as a reward for sleeping with her ex. Jacob had accepted responsibility for her actions, thinking that his leaving her alone that night to come to my aid was the reason they’d ended up in that predicament in the first place. What a crock of stinky bull?
Jacob had always been a strong-willed man, but not when it came to her. He ate out of the palms of her grimy hands. He was strong when he was with me, but she made him weak.
The truth was Destiny wanted to sleep with Montie, and that was that. Who slips and slides on their ex because something happened that their current boyfriend couldn’t control?
Montie shifted in bed, and his grip grew tighter around me. He blew his hot breath on the nape of my neck. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, against my will, and an electrifying tinge traveled down my spine. I instantly responded to him, as if I was his to possess.
Unable and unwilling to accept the fact that he could make me feel that way, I wiggled free from his grasp and got out of bed. After all, my vanilla toned body entangled within his chocolate limbs wasn’t the picture I imagined would be associated with this feeling of intimacy. Then I pictured Jacob’s face when I showed up at his wedding as Montie’s plus one, and it made this scheme worth every minute. He’d probably blow a gasket when he saw me draped on his competition’s arm.
Would Destiny get jealous? Would Jacob want me again when he saw me with another?
