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Dick dumb wasn’t her middle, or last name.
No ma’am. No thank you.
So she wasn’t going to ever play herself again with him. She’d always been good at reading caution and warning signs, and when she’d first met Freedom, he’d flashed a bright red warning that flashed: Beware. Proceed with Caution.
And she had.
Well, she’d tried to. Hard.
But, Freedom had been persistent. His representative had showed up and showed out on his behalf, wining and dining her until he’d eventually won her over. He’d treated her like a queen. He’d been attentive. Thoughtful. Witty. Very giving of his time and money. He’d been a true gentleman, not once pressuring her for sex—she’d been steadfast on not fucking him for at least ninety days.
And he behaved like a saint.
But on the ninety-first day, she’d given him some pussy, and he’d fucked her like a sinner. Fucked her so deep she saw stars. Fucked her long and hard until she tapped out.
At the time, he didn’t eat her pussy, but his dick strokes and kissing had more than made up for his lack of oral enthusiasm. However, she’d refused to give him mouth service. If a man wanted to see what her mouth could do, then he had better want to clock in and put that work in too. She hadn’t been the type of chick to suck a dick just to please a man. No, she sucked dick for her own pleasure. It made her mouth wet. Made her pussy wetter. Sure she’d licked over and around the head of his dick a few times, streaking it wetly with her tongue, but she’d refused to take him in her mouth until he willingly licked her cunt out.
Period.
It took almost six months into their relationship before he’d finally come around and put his mouth on it, and his tongue in it.
Anyway, Freedom had swag. Street swag. He was rugged. Confident. Articulate. Rough around the edges, but he also knew when to be refined. And those combinations, along with his deep, husky voice had made Heaven’s pussy clench and her walls quiv
er every time she was with him. Whether in a well-tailored designer suit or Timbs and a hoodie, he exuded strength; he oozed raw sensual energy. The shopping sprees, the exotic trips, and good dick were all added bonuses.
“Freedom wants you to call him . . .”
The last time she’d spoken to him was the morning of that fatal shooting. Eight hours earlier. They’d been lying in bed, spooning; her ass pressed into his groin, the shaft of his dick wedged neatly between her cheeks. It was their morning ritual. To fuck like wild, hungry animals, then cuddle. Freedom didn’t like to cuddle, but he’d done it with her every day since the first time she’d fucked him. She’d demanded it. And he’d obliged her, no questions asked. He’d rarely deny her anything.
So they’d lain there, her back against his chest, his hand slowly tracing over the curve of her hip. She’d shuddered against him, his cock swollen and rigid, straining in between the seam of her ass.
Her pussy had been still wet from their forty-five-minute fuck-fest. And had he’d slipped his hand up under her thigh and hoisted her leg up, and thrust back into her, she would had exploded all over him in seconds.
But he hadn’t. Thrust his dick back inside her. He’d leisurely grinded his hips into her, and strummed two fingers over the rigid peak of her nipple, while they talked.
Pillow-talked.
“You know I love you, right?” he’d whispered. “You’re my everything, baby.”
He pinched her nipple for effect, and she let out a wail of both pleasure and increased hunger. Her pussy grew wetter.
“I know,” she murmured, her eyes glittering from the heat roiling through her body. She wanted him back inside her. She rammed back against his pelvis, urging him, the slit of her cunt opening, trying to grasp the column of his thick shaft.
He pressed his lips to her head, breathed in her hair, then held her tighter.
“I love the fuck outta you, woman.”
“Then fuck me,” she said huskily.
And, then, in one stroke, he plunged inside.
Heaven closed her eyes against the sudden wash of emotion. She felt a headache slowly pounding its way to the center of her forehead. Gently, she massaged the area with two fingers. She’d played the fool once, but never twice; not where he was concerned.
Bottom line, she should have been whore enough for him. But, no matter how much pussy she’d given him, no matter how many times she’d sucked his dick and swallowed his warm loads, she hadn’t been. Ever. So fuck you very much. She refused to get reeled back into his web of lies.
So like the lady she was, she was going to take several seats and stay as far the hell away from the likes of Freedom Lamont Banks.
FIFTEEN
