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She gives me a yeah-right look. “Umm, last time I checked, you were still a married man? And that still looks like a wedding band on your finger.”
“Correction,” I say, stretching my long legs out. “I’m still a happily married man.” She glances at the bulge in my pants, then shifts in her seat. I grin. “What, would you rather I jump ya bones instead?”
She rises from her seat. “No. What I’d rather you do is go home.”
I laugh. “Yeah, aiight. That’s what ya mouth says. Why ya drawz wet?”
“My drawers are not wet,” she says. Although her tone is indignant, her eyes flicker something different.
“Yeah, aiight, with ya lyin’-ass. Then why I smell them hot juices, huh?”
She playfully swats at me. “Ohmygod! You’re so nasty.”
I grin, flashing her my dimples. “You have no idea, babe.” She shakes her head, walking out. Maybe her panties aren’t wet, but I bet her pussy is sucking them shits in, wishing it were a dick between her legs.
SEVENTEEN
Marika
One-thirty a.m.
I am sitting propped up in bed, the sixty-inch, wall-mounted plasma playing low, with my iPad in my lap reading through this Prison Snatch manuscript when Marcel walks into the bedroom.
I can’t lie. So far this manuscript is a good, entertaining, and a very hot, nasty read. A few times I’ve had to squeeze my legs to shut off the pulsing in my clit. Or found myself absentmindedly rubbing my erect nipples, slowly winding my hips and grinding my bare ass down into the sheets and mattress as I read about Heaven’s sexapades while she’s incarcerated. From fucking CO’s—male and female—to fucking other female inmates, all I can say is, this is one freaky bitch.
And I love it.
“Hey, babe,” Marcel says, sauntering toward me.
I smile, taking him in as he makes his way over to me. My gaze locks on the long, thick bulge dangling in his sweats. “Hey, beautiful man.”
“How you?” He leans forward and kisses me on the lips. His hand caresses the side of my face. Little does he know, listening to him on the radio tonight and reading this manuscript for the last hour has my pussy on fire, and I’m ready for these flames to be stoked, hard and deep.
“Horny,” I say, reaching for his dick. My pussy clenches.
He grins. “Aaah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby.” He plants another kiss on my lips. “I got something for that.”
“Ooh, I hope so.”
He reaches for one of my nipples. Plays with it over the fabric of my silk teddy until it pebbles, then lightly pinches it, causing a low moan to escape from me. He leans in and kisses me again.
“I can’t wait to slide my tongue in some pussy,” I tell him in almost a whisper. “Some sweet, tangy, wet pussy.”
“Mmm. I want some pussy, too, baby. So let’s make it happen.”
He removes his shirt. I eye his chiseled chest and arms, allowing my gaze to drift along the ripples of his stomach to the light trail of hair that dips down into the waistband of his sweatpants. Marcel unties the drawstring, then drops his sweats to the floor and steps out of them. His dick hangs low. The head is peeking out from under his boxers.
I swallow as he drops his underwear. His long dick causes my mouth to water. “I enjoyed the show tonight,” I say, licking my lips. “Some of your callers crack me up.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, they’re a piece of work. You see Miss Anonymous called again?”
“Mmhmm. I heard her talking all dirty in Spanish.”
He grins. “That shit sounded sexy, right?”
A smile flits across my face. “It did.” I reach over for my wineglass, then take a sip before setting it back onto the coaster on the nightstand. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a sexy Latina in our bed.”
“No doubt,” Marcel says. I stare at his muscled ass as he walks into our bathroom. “We definitely need to make that happen, soon.” He leans up on the doorframe, holding his toothbrush in his hand. “Anyway, I spoke to that Miss Anonymous chick after the show and told her to send me some flicks. I almost told her, ‘So my wife can see what that pussy looks like.”
