Page 67 of Between the Sheets


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I slide a hand over the length of my dick, then squeeze the head a few times. Fuckin’ balls heavy as hell. I’m ready to bust this nut up in that sweet pussy. Sexy ass.

“Marcel, are you listening to me?”

I’ma tear that shit up tonight.

“Marcel?”

“Huh?”

She blinks. “Ohmygod. Are you kidding me?” Hand on hip, head tilted, she narrows her gaze. “I’m telling you what the hell that little Spanish hussy said to me today and you haven’t heard not one thing I’ve said.” She throws her hands up. “Why do I even bother?”

“Yo, c’mon, baby. Don’t do that. You know I heard everything you said.”

“Yeah, right,” she huffs loudly, while grabbing a bottle of Merlot. She cracks open the wine bottle, then fills a glass, and tosses it back in a matter of seconds. “You’re not listening to one word I’m saying.”

Guilty as charged. “Nah, seriously. I heard every word. That shit’s crazy.”

“Mmmhmm. Sending me some goddamn flowers like that shit was supposed to mean something. Bitch, please.”

“Maybe she didn’t really mean anything by it,” I say coolly.

She scowls. “Are you kidding me? That ho meant a whole lot by it. Trust me. She’s a sneaky, conniving bitch who got a taste of some good dick and is now whipped.”

Yeah, I did put this dick on her ass…

She pours herself another glass of wine, tossing it back. “Asking me some shit like that. Can she keep fucking you! I knew there was something a little off with her ass the minute she started riding your dick. That bitch was scheming then. Trying to show me up.”

Damn. She def rode the shit outta this dick. “C’mon, now. Can’t anyone show you up, baby. She can scheme on the dick all she wants, it ain’t gonna happen. You got this shit on lock. She was just enjoying herself.”

She shoots me an incredulous look. “No. What she was enjoying is pretending she was me. That bitch carried on like she was your wife, and I was the side dish.”

I laugh. “Yo, c’mon, baby. Now you’re being ridiculous.”

She slams her glass down. “Don’t call me ridiculous. And I don’t see anything funny. I know what I saw. I was there; remember? Or were you blocking me out, too?”

What the fuck?

I frown. “Hell nah, I wasn’t doing no dumb shit like that. Where’s that coming from?”

She sucks her teeth. “Forget it.”

“Nah, nah. You don’t get to say some shit like that, then tell me to forget it. That’s not how we get down. Talk to me.”

“Whatever you say, MarSell,” she mutters nonchalantly. “I talk, you ignore. Where’s the communication in that?”

I sigh, running my hand over my mouth. “Damn. Really? This is how you doing it? We’re supposed to be able to talk about anything.”

“Yeah, well. I’m aggravated. I was talking, telling you how that bitch called my office and rattled my damn nerves with her shit, and you’re sitting over there playing with your damn dick, probably thinking about fucking.”

I grin all sheepish ‘n’ shit, flashing her my deep dimples. “Hey, what can I say? You turn me on, baby.”

She scoffs, raising her voice a decibel. “Really? You’re turned on? Now? I’m rattling on about that Spanish ho trying to disrupt our lives, and—”

“What we have is untouchable,” I say calmly. “She, or anyone else, can’t disrupt shit, baby. Not over here, unless one of us lets her. And I know I’m not letting the animal outta the cage to devour shit we’ve built. So don’t you let it, or her, either.”

She fills her glass again. “Oh, good answer, MarSell. I wonder how calm you’d be if the shoe were on the other foot and some big-dicked Mandingo came at you telling you he wanted to keep fucking me. I bet you’d have those big thick cow balls of yours all up

in a bunch.”

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