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I smile.
“....Ummm, excuse us. Hello...”
I look up from my phone. Paris and Persia are staring at me. “What? Did y’all say something to me?”
“What, or should I say who, are you over there smiling about?” Persia asks.
“Oh nothing. Some silly text message,” I tell her as I text Emerson back, asking him for his address. I get up and stretch. “Listen, hookers. I’m going out for a bit.”
“Must be some text,” Persia says, eyeing me.
I gulp down the rest of my drink.
Paris smirks, a hint of mischief in her eyes, as if she has a secret of her own. “Have fun.”
“Don’t wait up,” I say over my shoulder, walking out of the room.
Passion
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Tank’s “Amazing” is playing in the background. The candles are lit. The mood is sexy. I slowly slip off my sheer robe. Allow it to slide off my shoulders, then fall to the floor. I’m standing in the middle of Emerson’s bedroom in a pair of red four-inch Christian Louboutin sandals. I run my hands seductively over the curves of my hips, up to my breasts, up my neck, then through my hair. I slowly twirl my body in a slow, seductive circle. With my back facing him, I glance at him over my left shoulder, stick my tongue out of the corner of my mouth, then bend over and grab my ankles. My ass cheeks peek out from under the hem of my negligee.
“Damn, baby...you gotta fat ass.”
I grin. Of course I do, nigga, I think, slowly turning back around to face him. I have no business fucking him. Have no business sneaking off to be with him. But his dick is good. So very good! “You wanna fuck me in it?” I ask, spreading it open to give him a closer peek.
My hands journey back up and down my body until they reach their destination, until searching, eager fingers find their mark, wet and sticky—between my thighs. I press on my clitoris, swirl my two fingers over my love button, emitting a low moan. Emerson’s hand snakes down to his ever-growing erection as he watches me intently. He sits on the edge of the bed, hard dick in hand, as I slowly inch my way toward him. The thought of taking him into my mouth and pressing my nose into the thick patch of pubic hair that surrounds the base of his swollen dick causes my clit’s pulse to quicken.
“C’mon, Porsha, baby...”
“It’s Passion,” I correct, parting my legs. “You want Passion to wrap this wet pussy around your dick?”
He squeezes his dick, rapidly strokes it, then stops. “Hell yeah. This hard-ass dick needs that shit.”
“Oh, yeah? How bad does that dick want it, baby?”
“Bad,” he says, spitting in his hand, then jacking his dick. He
twirls his hand over its thick-mushroom head. “Real bad, baby... mmmm...you have no idea how bad I want you...”
I pull open my slippery hole. “Is this what you want?”
“Yeah, baby,” he says in a throaty whisper. He bites down on his bottom lip.
I slide my middle finger in. And fuck myself. I let out a low moan. “Ooooh...you want this pussy?”
He leans back on his right forearm, stoking his dick with his left hand. “Stop fuckin’ with me, baby. You know I do. Let me eat that sweet pussy, then make love to it...”
I nut on my finger, keeping my eyes locked on Emerson’s hard, heavy dick. I slide another finger in, scoop my pussy cream out, then walk over to him and feed him my juices. He takes both of my fingers into his mouth, slowly sucks, then licks.
He reaches for me, but I back away, twirling slowly to the music. I dip down low, slowly pop my hips, then lean forward and shimmy my way toward him. He reaches for me again. I plant a heeled foot up on the bed between his legs and gyrate my hips, allow him to run his hands up my silky thighs. He slinks his hand up toward my ass, nuzzles his face between my thighs, inhaling my sweet musky scent. My pussy is wet. I allow him to kiss it, lick it, then push him backward on the bed, stepping out of his grasp.
“Why you fuckin’ wit’ me, girl?”
I stifle a smile as I slip down the straps of my negligee, then sliding it down my body. Emerson watches intently; his lips curl into a grin.
