Let Me Keep You

An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

Mia Madison

Contents

1. Dilayla’s Prologue

2. Dilayla

3. Nick

4. Dilayla

5. Nick

6. Dilayla

7. Dilayla

8. Nick

9. Dilayla

10. Nick

11. Dilayla

12. Nick

13. Dilayla

14. Nick’s Epilogue

15. Dilayla’s Epilogue

16. Exclusive Preview: Let Me Kiss You

About the Author

Copyright © 2017 by Mia Madison

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Dilayla’s Prologue

“Damn, that was amazing.” I yawned and stretched, pleasure filling my spirit. I was in bed with the sexiest man in the world, and we had the sexiest time ever. Without any sex involved.

Nick folded his arms behind his head as he pulled away from me. The smirk on his face said everything. “Really?”

“Yes.” I rolled onto my side and faced him. The gaze in his eyes was half-lidded. He looked like he enjoyed himself as much as I had. “That nap… I haven’t slept that good in a long time.”

It was true. I found peace in Nick’s arms, and slept like a newborn in her mother’s arms. Nick’s arms were impeccable, his scent comforting, and even his snores aided the slumber process.

Nick’s hand cradled me as I spread my hand against his chiseled chest. I loved a man with a great torso, and Nick’s body was as solid as they came. The way my deep butter pecan complexion looked against his bronze skin was also beautiful.

“Well, I’m glad I could assist,” he said, blissfully. “I slept nicely also.”

I grinned and he leaned forward, lips pursed and kissed me on the forehead, making me giggle like a schoolgirl.

My phone buzzed, and I reached over on the nightstand to unplug it from the charger. I didn’t talk to many people, so I knew it was a text from my best friend, Raquel.

I unlocked the phone and saw there was an attachment in her message. Excited to see what she’d sent, I sat up just enough to draw Nick’s attention.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“She’s married,” I gasped.

“Who?”

“Raquel. Nick and Raquel just got married.”

“What?” Nick sat up with me.

I made the picture larger so he could see. Kenny and Raquel’s rings sparkled with matchless detail. I’d never seen a diamond so large and exquisite. Kenny’s diamond band matched perfectly, like a true baller.

“This is crazy…” Nick’s tone was full of awe. “He’s really in love with her.”

“Well, duh,” I retorted. “She’s my best friend.”

“My bad, I didn’t mean it like that,” Nick said. “It’s just that I’ve known Kenny all my life. I knew he really liked her, because he told us she was different from the beginning. I just figured he would have taken it slow, given the circumstances.”

“Oh, like a month instead of a week?” I said, making light of the situation. I knew Nick hadn’t meant to insult Raquel. Truth be told, I was shocked also. Raquel was never the type to play with her heart or move fast.

“Maybe a little longer, sweetheart,” he smirked, appreciative of the way I lightened the room with humor.

“This is way crazy, though,” I agreed with him. “But I’m happy for them. I’m happy for her.”

Whatever Raquel found with Kenny, it had to be real, so real they had no reason to wait a moment longer. My best friend wasn’t rash or impulsive, which meant her decision to tie the knot was genuine.

I leapt out of bed and looked for my shoes.

“Where you going?” Nick asked.

“To Raquel’s house,” I spoke excitedly as I gathered my purse and charger. “I need details. Now.”

Dilayla

I texted Raquel on the way down to my car. Nick’s penthouse was on the highest floor and overlooked the city of Miami. It was a beautiful view, but the tradeoff meant spending thirty seconds getting to the first floor from the elevator, and I was antsy to get to my car.

Raquel texted me back, letting me know she would meet me at my place. Good. My fridge had two extra bottles of Rinaldi wine, and I had no interest in sipping any of Raquel’s endless supply of Fiji water in celebration. Besides, I needed to shower. My hair was a mess, and I smelled like Nick’s Creed cologne.

I smiled as I thought about my afternoon with him. Nick and I met only days ago, but the spark was instant. He was at King of Diamonds with Kenny and their friend Dom.

Kenny was Raquel’s new love interest at the time. He saved her from the humiliation of being stood up on a date, and they ended up hitting it off beautifully. He also intervened when the prick that stood her up confronted us at King of Diamonds. The jerk, Alex, tried to punch me in a drunken stupor and I smashed a glass over his head. Before anything could happen, security came, as did Kenny, to save us.

I should’ve known something was different about him; the first thing she did was melt into his arms like butter on a biscuit. Raquel wasn’t huge on public displays of affection, nor was she open with her heart.

Again, I should’ve known that he would be the one to take her off the market—should. But I was too entranced by Nick. Our eyes locked from the second I walked toward their VIP area. He was surrounded by a couple of women, all of whom were literally drooling in his presence, but that didn’t stop him from shaking them off to approach me.

His intensity was the first thing I noticed. His eyes were molten with focus, and the rakish smile on his face flatlined as he approached me.

“Hello, beautiful, I’m Nick.” He grabbed my hand as his hazel eyes peered into my soul. I felt my panties melt, but I held my nerves.

“Dilayla,” I replied coolly. I refused to let this man see he shook me up, even though the first touch of our hands sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body. “I’m Raquel’s best friend.”

Nick pushed the other girls to the side and found a space for me in the booth. He placed himself so the other girls, who were now forced to the end of the booth, didn’t have access to me. Raquel sat right next to me, and Kenny sat on the other side.

Nick kicked the other girls out of the VIP section when they became disrespectful towards me, and ordered a bucket of champagne on ice. Kenny busied himself with Raquel. Dom, who was painfully withdrawn, played with his phone while he occasionally glanced at the performances.

Our chemistry was off the hook. We had a seamless conversation from beginning to end. The connection was beautiful. I almost forgot that we were sitting in a strip club until the DJ announced my cousin’s performance. Morelli was a club headliner, and I supported her with every fiber of my being.

There’s this belief that dancers are slutty and stupid. Morelli was anything but. She was just blessed with innate sex appeal and an intense love for money and exhibition. She actually had insane computer skills, and was a master of social media. She built her own website, and her own brand via social media marketing. She was a low-key genius, and aside of teaching me how to dance, she planned to help me do the same for myself as soon as I was ready to launch my own PR business.

When it was time to leave, Nick and I hugged, and he made me promise to return his texts. The yearning look in his eyes was the alcohol, I rationalized, but I realized he was serious when I got a “Good morning, beautiful” text from him the next morning.

I mean, besides the “Good night, beautiful” message I received when I informed him that I got home safely, per his request.

* * *

When I got to my house, thankfully Raquel hadn’t arrived yet. I jumped in the shower, taking the time to wash all over two or three times before getting to my hair. My long, jet-black, curly hair hung to my butt, and I had a very specific conditioning regimen to keep it in top condition. I would comb through it with a Tangle Teezr and loads of Pantene Pro-V or Dark ’N Lovely and put it in two thick braids and let it bake in while I sat in the sun. It was Friday afternoon, and I’d taken a half-day from work to soak up the good vibes of the weekend, and spend time with Nick.

It was about four p.m. when Raquel arrived. By then, I’d thrown on a pink crop top and shorts from Fashion Nova. Morelli made fun of my addiction to that brand, but I didn’t care. Their clothes were inexpensive yet high quality. I’d actually found lingerie from Frederick’s of Hollywood on there, way below the premium price.

Frugality wasn’t a shameful way of life. I made really nice money as a PR specialist for the Miami Heat, but Raquel and I were living smart. Our plan was to learn how to invest so we could live financially free and enjoy every aspect of our lives as opposed to working forever and retiring when we were in our sixties.

I opened the patio of my apartment and let the warm air in. The fresh balmy breeze of Miami filled my home, pushing the aroma of my Island Waterfall candle around the living room.

I pushed play on TIDAL and let Kevin Gates’ “911” fill the atmosphere as I stepped on the patio. My hips swayed as I danced around to the song on Instagram, letting my followers know it was Friday and a beautiful start to the weekend. I was just getting to the hook when the door knocked.

“Hey, girl!” I squealed, pulling her in.

The excitement was all over my best friend’s face as she entered. Raquel was a generally laid-back, peaceful, positive woman, but today she glowed like Glinda the Good Witch.

“Well, aren’t you glowing like the Fairy of Happiness,” I remarked. Raquel stood before me in a simple pink and teal sundress, with bronzed skin and golden-pink lips. Her brown eyes sparkled with the delight of romance, and I couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by the light that filled her presence.

She held up her hand, showing off that sparkly diamond on her finger. We squealed and jumped up and down.

“Bitch, have a seat and gather your facts.” I gestured to the couch. “I’m getting some wine for us to toast and sip as we celebrate.”

I hurriedly made it to the fridge and poured two glasses of Rinaldi Brachetto d'Acqui. It was my favorite red wine, and at about twenty dollars per bottle, it was affordable.

I set out two coasters and placed our glasses on top of them. After grabbing the bottle, I set it on another coaster, and lifted my glass.

“Okay, let’s toast first. To finding the love of your life.”

“To finding the love of my life!” My best friend squealed as our glasses clanked. We took a sip of the delicious wine, and then I waved my hand to signal my readiness.

“Hurry up… tell me everything!”

“So basically… you were right,” Raquel said. “Angela had a fake pregnancy test. When his lawyers requested another test at their office, she folded and admitted she wasn’t pregnant. She was required to record a statement admitting that she wasn’t pregnant by Kenny, and she’s been ordered to stay away from him and cut off all contact to avoid any legal repercussions.”

“I told you so,” I said knowingly. My eyes bugged with disbelief when her Instagram posts first spread through the Internet. I knew a groupie when I saw one, and Angela was entirely too obvious. Any woman who only has one picture with a man—and one that’s over six months old at that—is reaching beyond her means.

Raquel rolled her eyes at my taunt. “He showed me the video of her confession.”

“Okay, so how did you get to marriage?” I was excited to get to the point. “Did ya’ll fuck?”

“Girl!” Her eyes widened in mock disbelief. Her diamond sparkled obscenely as she covered her chest and gasped as if she couldn’t believe I asked. “Of course, we didn’t.”

“Biiiiiiish, stop playing. He married you without any sex involved?”

“Can I finish?” she replied, slightly annoyed and chuckling.

She told me about the rest of Kenny’s confession, including his admission that he and Angela simply messed around here and there. I wasn’t surprised to hear about Angela’s plan to trap him, and neither of us were too upset to learn he had allowed her to perform oral as of recently.

“I can’t blame a man for taking advantage of an eager woman,” I said. “But the fact that it stopped when he met you? He truly fell for you.”

“Yes, it’s not something I wanted to think of, but men are men,” Raquel said. She matter-of-factly shrugged and continued, “Unlike most women, men have the ability to compartmentalize pleasure from emotions. I can’t blame him for what he did before he met me, even if it was only days before.” She shook her head. “I just couldn’t believe you were so on the money about her. I wouldn’t lower myself to be as crazy as that girl. No man is worth it.”

“Let’s not dwell on her. The girl is now a non-motherfuckin’-factor. You’re married and I want THOSE details. Tell me about the wedding, the ring, and the dick! Ahora!” I slapped my thighs and my Dominican accent surfaced.

“You’re so dramatic,” Raquel sighed, and ran her diamond-encrusted finger through her hair, making me squeal again. Lord, that ring was so big, beautiful, and perfect.

“We spoke last night, and he told me he wanted me, and that I was all he wanted from the moment he first saw me. We ended up messing around, and he gave me that ‘apology head’ you love to speak of so much. It was his first time eating pussy—so he said—but it was so good I slid to my knees and returned the favor.”

I gasped, this time truly in shock. “Girl!” Raquel refused to sleep with anyone, and she only gave head when she really liked someone. “Damn, he must have been phenomenal.”

“My toes never curled so hard,” she admitted. “And his dick has such a superb curve to it, I had to give in and taste him.”

“No sex?”

“Tonight,” she said. “Wedding night.”

“How did a blow job lead to marriage, though?” I said. “You got that Superhead going on?”

“Well, after he came, we both fell asleep. I woke up in the bed with him, and that’s when I confessed that I was a virgin. He told me, ‘Raquel, that doesn’t matter. I want you. And you’re my wife, and nothing can change it.’ We ended up getting showered, but I had to go back to my place to change clothes, because… you know.”

I nodded. She didn’t plan to stay. She planned to slay his heart and leave.

“After I got dressed, he took me to the best jeweler in Miami, demanded the biggest ring in the store—” She flashed it for me to see —“and proposed right then and there.”

“How did it feel?” I asked. “Were you ready?”

“He told me he loved me, and I said it back so naturally.” Tears of joy filled her eyes as she spoke. “He paid for the ring, picked out a matching band, and we went straight to the Justice of Peace. Everything happened so fast, I couldn’t blink.”

Raquel continued to fill me in on her day, which included meeting Kenny’s family. They were understandably shocked to see him married so quickly, especially since his mother just chastised him for being single without any word of a girlfriend.

“The best part was how welcoming they were,” Raquel said. “You know it’s scary meeting someone’s parents for the first time. Especially a mom. They’re so protective. But Lorraine is so sweet. She immediately told me to call her Mom. His sister Gibson and I wear the same shoe size, and her makeup is as good as Beverly’s.”

“Beverly… damn.” I had forgotten all about that girl. She was Alex’s girlfriend, the one he stood Raquel up for the night she and Kenny met.

Life had a funny way of making things happen.

“That was one fated night, man,” I sighed. “Just one week ago, you were about to cry your heart out into a pint of ice cream and swear off men forever. Today, you’re married to a man who was desperate to give you the world in exchange for a taste of you.”

“You wax so poetic,” she says. “But I’m going to be honest. I’m scared.”

“Why? He’s everything you ever wanted.”

I’d met Nick only days ago, but in a way, it felt like it’d been forever, so if she felt that way about Kenny, who was I to judge? He seemed wonderful, to be honest.

“Oh, he is… that’s not why I’m scared. It’s the sex… You know I’ve never had sex. Won’t it hurt?” Her face flushed, and I couldn’t help but giggle. Raquel was used to being sexy and sultry, but she was the epitome of being sexy without the sex.

“Get yourself something to drink,” I said. “Drink a nice amount of wine. Don’t get drunk, but relaxed enough to ease into the process. Take your time, go slow, and wear something nice. You have something nice, right?”

She fished in her purse and flashed a black American Express. “He told me to go buy up the mall and get ready for tonight.”

I drew my face in a playful expression. “Ooh la la.”

“Yes, bish!” she smirked. “And when I get my card—he’s adding me as an authorized user—I get to spend whatever I want to plan the wedding.”

“When is it?”

“Exactly one year from now,” she said. “I want it to line up perfectly with the renewal of our vows. Ready to go virginity shopping, Maid of Honor?”

My heart beat excitedly and I jumped off the couch at the news. “What?! Hell yeah! Let’s go!”

Nick

After Dilayla left, I took my phone off airplane mode. True, I didn’t have a girlfriend, but I’d been curving—or ignoring—other women ever since we met.

Trinity’s name covered my screen. She was the girl I hung out with at King of Diamonds before Dilayla walked onto the scene. She was a little friend of mine, but we weren’t on the same page.

Trinity was gorgeous, Japanese and black, petite and very curvy. She was also a business owner. She owned a beauty salon in downtown Miami, and did local celebrities and dancers’ hair.

The problem with Trinity was that she had three kids with two different men. Both men were extremely jealous, and they played a lot of games with her child support and her children’s well-being. These weren’t broke men by any means, but their basic attitude was, “If I can’t have you, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

I’d bailed Trinity out of situations several times in our two-plus years of friendship, but it became clear there wasn’t anything for us to build when she had two men who refused to let go.

I didn’t prefer to date women with kids, but I still gave them the opportunity. It was women with kids whose fathers came with drama that turned me off.

Trinity knew how I felt. I cared for Trinity deeply as a friend and a woman, but these feelings weren’t romantic. They couldn’t be. There was too much craziness involved with her exes. Yet she refused to listen. The more I told her, the more ignorant and resistant she became. Beauty and brains were a hard combination to turn down, but when I thought of the headache a life with her would have, it wasn’t impossible.

Where have you been? Why aren’t you answering the phone? What’s up with you lately? Hello. Hello. Hello.

I scrolled through all of her messages, and then clicked the voice note she sent.

Nick… I don’t know why you keep playing. I’m trying to reach you. I know you ain’t got your phone turned off cause you’re out there entertaining some thot… Call me back. I need your advice.

I sighed. Whatever it was, it could wait. I didn’t have the energy to blow my high with another round of Trinity’s typical baby-daddy drama.

I looked at Dilayla’s text chain, opening it to take a look at her pictures. Beautiful women crossed my path every day. This is Miami after all. But there’s a difference between beauty that’s skin deep, and beauty that seems to be otherworldly.

Dilayla was five feet three, with deep-caramel skin, super curves for days, and long, black, curly hair. It danced down her back in defined licorice spirals and stopped just above her ass. And as an ass man, let me tell you she had one of the sexiest asses I’d ever seen. It was large, round, and poked out just right. A real onion booty that would make a man cry—and it was million percent real. That was beauty for me in a world of Brazilian Butt Lifts.

The first thing that caught my attention about her? Pretty almond-shaped eyes that seemed dreamy yet missed nothing. She had an innocent gaze that made her seem more like a pouty angel than vicious woman.

Kenny had just brought her and Raquel to our VIP, and I couldn’t help but drop everything and turn to her. Trinity was there with her friends, but nothing was happening.

Sitting between Trinity and Dilayla was imperative. I knew Trinity felt like being catty. Her plans were to seduce me with her friends and have a good time that night.

Being covered in the wet, orgasmic juices of three beautiful women sounded like a good time for most men. I couldn’t lie, I was interested but I hadn’t slept with Trinity in over six months. Her baby daddy tried to kick down the door the last time he caught wind of us together. Since then, I just couldn’t do it.

That’s why, when Trinity and her friends became disrespectful to Dilayla, I dismissed them. I didn’t have time for the drama or cattiness, especially when I made it clear we would no longer pursue anything romantic or sexual. We had an intellectual and emotional bond, but I couldn’t take it further if I wanted my sanity in check.

Dilayla was reserved, but it didn’t stop me. Her feisty, playful side came up when we started discussing football. She was a real fan of the game, even though it’s only been something she’d been into the last three to four years.

She didn’t remember my career at all, but I didn’t blame her. I was a good player, but that was over six years ago. To be honest, the Miami Dolphins aren’t known for winning games or going to Super Bowls, so despite my love for the game, I didn’t have a memorable streak either. It may have been different if I was on the Patriots, the Broncos—even the damn Falcons.

We bonded over travel and basketball too. She told me she worked for the Miami Heat, and therefore got tickets to games.

“I’m a season ticket holder,” I said. “I sit court side. We should link up sometime and watch the games.”

“That sounds dope.” Her smile widened. “Employee tickets are kind of corny anyway. I usually give them to my brother.”

Before the end of the night, it felt like I was talking to one of my best friends, except this best friend was stunning.

That’s how we ended up in bed together, cuddling without sex. I was more excited to spend time in her presence than I was at the fantasy of sleeping with her.

Her office was a few miles away, and she was off after lunch, so I invited her over. Nothing crazy, just to hang out and watch a movie. We could’ve caught dinner or ordered in afterward.

Even though she’d just left work, Dilayla arrived dressed in hot shorts and a tank with no bra. That let me know she was down for more. It was a fight, but I didn’t take it there with her. About an hour into the movie, she yawned and I simply brought her to my room. We didn’t do anything, just laid down together. It was the middle of the day, but it was a balmy, breezy day that was perfect for chilling.

Something about falling asleep next to her was soothing, and I was out like a lightbulb myself. I floated naturally, on a cloud of bliss, and I couldn’t help but feel the intoxication of her lazy smile as she woke from her slumber.

Everything was cool, and then her phone went off. That’s when we found out our best friends, Raquel and Kenny, had gotten married.

Raquel was beautiful, the epitome of bad and boujee. She and Dilayla were both enticing, so the shock we felt wasn’t because she wasn’t his type. I was just caught off-guard by how rapidly their connection evolved. Kenny never rushed into relationships. He guarded his heart as much as I did, maybe even more, especially because he knew the life-altering decisions they could come with.

Entering a relationship wasn’t on my mind until I met Dilayla. I was a playboy; I enjoyed the company of plenty of women, most of whom wanted to live fast and blow cash. We lived for the exchange for memories we could rejoice in when we were old and in rocking chairs. There was nothing comfy or relatable beyond flash and fun.

But Dilayla’s energy was different. The connection I felt with her and the way we just flowed together had my nose open. Dilayla gave me a sugar rush, I wanted to stay up under her. I didn’t know what it was about her… but she was fuckin’ stellar.

“I’m going to celebrate with her!” Dilayla proposed, looking for her shoes. We chatted briefly about hanging out later that weekend, because it was Friday evening. There was a lot that needed to be celebrated over the next few days, and tonight I had to grab Kenny and Dom and get some answers.

“Are you gonna get some girls from KoD to come through? I can get Morelli?” Dilayla asked. “I told you Morelli’s my cousin, right?”

I winced internally. Morelli was fire, but she was no longer allowed to be on my hit list. Of the two, I wanted Dilayla more, and I didn’t need those problems.

“I don’t know… that’s your cousin.”

Dilayla made a flirty face at me. “We met at the strip club, dude. She’s a dancer, and she makes her money dancing. I can’t hold it against you. Besides, you’d be supporting my family.”

It’s a little crazy hearing a girl actually recommend another girl she knows for entertainment, especially adult entertainment. I resisted, because truth be told, I didn’t want any issues, but Dilayla insisted she could get Morelli and a few of her friends to come through.

“Hey, it’s cooler to have them come perform for a few stacks guaranteed than it is to be in that crazy Friday crowd,” she argued. “Pay my cousin a good five stacks, pay the other girls two or three, order pizza, and put up a show.”

“Do you see a pole in my house?” I said, snickering.

She shrugged. “You have flat ceilings. Strippers travel with their own poles.” She stopped in the living room and pointed. “Right here, I bet there’s a beam. All they need is their stud finder and the show’s fucking amazing.”

“You know, you are so different from most women.” I couldn’t help but look at her in playful awe. “Most women wouldn’t dream of helping a man look at other women.”

“Well, one, Morelli is my cousin. Two, I think women are beautiful works of art, especially when they dance. And three, I’m getting pole lessons.” She smiled a delicious, wicked smile. “Tell you what? You get a pole, and there’s a solid chance I might come over and use it for a little while.”

“Oh?” I said. I leaned my arm over her as she lay against my front door. “I guess I’ll need to have my racks ready. Make it rain all over your pretty ass.”

She gave me a sultry look, one that let me know she was down for the experience. She looked down and giggled at the way her statement made my dick jump. My dick was getting brick through my grey sweats, but I couldn’t help it. Dilayla was ethereal without the tricks and gimmicks, but the idea of her putting on a show for me alone? Heaven on Earth.

And I would definitely have racks—thousands of dollars in singles—ready in case she wanted to explore that experience.

She narrowed those innocent eyes and hissed lightly, teasing me before she leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek, and smiled. “Text me later, hun!”

I watched her saunter down the hall, switching that gorgeous ass. When she entered the elevator, I texted the guys, determined to meet. We needed to have our shotgun bachelor party, one that matched this shotgun marriage that happened.

The guys agreed to come over by eight p.m.. I just had to text the entertainment. It should’ve been tough, attempting to get dancers, but Dilayla had already contacted her cousin. Morelli was eager to perform, and the price was right. I knew she would easily make the five thousand dollars Dilayla demanded for her and more. Kenny, Dom, and I were anything but stingy with our entertainment.

I grabbed my keys to finish my errands before the evening started. I needed beer, and some more of that Rinaldi wine Dilayla brought over. I wanted to make sure she was comfortable whenever she visited. Today couldn’t be the only time.

Pizza and wine with her would be amazing. In my mind, I could still hear her squealing with delight over her best friend’s shotgun marriage. I recalled the cheerful manner in which her brown eyes widened, the way happiness spread throughout her being. Those memories forced my heart open. I couldn’t help but think about how often I could make her smile like that. Warm and serene.

And in the back of my mind, the craziest question came to my head. If Kenny could settle down… why can’t I?

* * *

Kenny, Dom, and I met up at my condo almost an hour after Dilayla had left.

“Congratulations, bro!” I congratulated him.

“Thanks man,” he said, giving us fist bumps and hugs.

“What the fuck happened?” Dom asked. “You literally met her last week, and now you’re married.

“Well, there you go,” Kenny said. “You know ‘what the fuck happened.’”

“Just like that?” Dom inquired. “Did you even get a pre-nup?”

Kenny shook his head, lazily, which forced Dom to groan. Dom was our accountant, and well paid. His number one priority was making sure we managed our finances decently.

“You have too many assets to just marry her without a pre-nup. After a week?!” I could hear the frustration and disbelief. Dom’s heart nearly pounded from his chest.

“There’s nothing to worry about, man.” Kenny shook his head, still smiling that crazy ass smile. “When it’s real, you just know. She’s real. There’s no need to even… I’m good, man.”

Dom and I looked at each other. Kenny was definitely in love. It was in his smile, the way he fingered his diamond wedding band, the relaxed manner in which he carried himself… and ultimately in the fact that he didn’t even see the need to sit with his lawyer, his financial advisor, and Dom to iron out his prenuptial agreement.

“You’d better hope nothing happens,” Dom said. He looked sullen and disappointed.

“We’ll be fine, man,” Kenny said. “She’s told me she’s okay with a post-nup. I just needed to marry her.”

“What made you realize she was wifey?” I had to ask. This was so unlike Kenny, but he was so at peace. He even looked different.

“I don’t know if I can put it into words, man.” He blew air through his lips, contemplating my question. A dreamy look covered his face, and I swore I almost saw hearts orbiting around his head.

“You need to try. I gotta know something,” I pressed. I wondered whether or not these new feelings emerging around Dilayla were normal, or the sign I was just going crazy.

“Man, I can give you a sonnet about how I knew she was the One, but the truth is, when you know, you just know.” He shrugged with his arms behind his head. “From the moment I saw her, there was this undeniable spark to her. She wasn’t afraid to be herself. She wasn’t looking for anything but a strong connection. And our chemistry was explosive. I wanted her from the moment I saw her, and when I realized that dude she was waiting on would really stand her up, I decided she was mine for the taking.”

“You’re talking crazy,” I said. “That pussy must have been good.”

“Aye,” Kenny warned. “Raquel’s not a gold digger, nor is she a piece of ass. She’s not Angela, or Michelle, or any of these women I’ve dealt with before. She’s my wife. Respect her as such.”

His tone was casual but the solidity of his words let Dom and me know he was stone serious.

“My apologies, bro.” I held up my hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. We just usually talk about this.”

“Yeah, I get it, but still.” Dom and I nodded in understanding when Kenny dropped the bomb.

“We haven’t had sex yet.”

“What?” Dom and I looked at him like he was crazy.

“She’s a virgin,” Kenny explained. “Our first time will be tonight. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t want to push her. That’s big for a woman. I married her for the peace she brings me, not for what’s between her legs. Though I’ll admit…” His knees opened and closed with excited anticipation. “…I’m sure it’s priceless in there.”

That confession left Dom and me speechless. I ran my hand over my curls and shook my head.

“So Dilayla’s cousin is available for our bachelor party tonight,” I said. “She has two other dancers who can come through. You down?”

“Who’s her cousin?” Dom asked.

“Morelli.”

Dom’s eyes transformed from curious to instant adoration. In a flash, he returned to a neutral expression, but I’d seen enough to know Morelli had his instant approval. Dom was shy and cautious; he didn’t think he had what it took to land a real beauty who genuinely liked him. I think it’d become a secret bucket list goal of mine to find him a gorgeous woman who was all about him. After I found one for me of course.

“A private party though? K’s already married. Why can’t we just go to the strip club?”

“For what? It’s a celebration. Why would we pack ourselves in VIP again, like it’s any other day?” I spelled it out for him. “We can get pizza, wings, beer, and kick back with live, lovely entertainment without the craziness of a regular strip club experience. Besides, I got it covered.”

“I’m trying to make love to my wife tonight,” Kenny said. “I don’t think she’d appreciate me coming home with stripper sweat and glitter all over my body.”

“Invite her,” I said. “Have her bring Dilayla. We met them at the club, right? It can be a joint bachelor party.”

“Oh, so you both get to have women, and I’m the odd man out, looking lonely with a bunch of singles?”

“Why must you be such a mood killer, bro?” I rolled my eyes. Dom was being so damn woe-is-me dramatic. “Having women makes it a more fun environment, and since Kenny and Raquel are one, they can party together. Dilayla is her best friend and the dancer’s cousin. It’s not that serious. Unless you want me to find someone for you?”

“Ugh, no,” Dom spat. “I don’t want any of your damn leftovers.”

I snickered, because he was right. I would have had to call something old and irrelevant just to keep him company.

“Hmmm,” Kenny said. He pulled out his phone and called Raquel. She answered immediately, and he asked, “Babe, Nick’s throwing us a joint bachelor party tonight. You can bring Dilayla. You down?”

I watched the smile spread over his face as he listened to her talk. She must’ve told him to enjoy himself, because he said, “Nah, I don’t want nobody else but you. If you’re not coming, I’m not doing it.” I knew then that he was in love, and there wasn’t any going back.

“Raquel, say yes!” I shouted. “Please! Bring Dilayla!”

I heard her laugh, and when she responded, whatever she said made Kenny signal a thumb’s up.

“Yes, bring Dilayla. Please bring Dilayla. Nick’s getting on my nerves about her.” I tossed a pillow at him, and he chuckled and threw a middle finger at me.

“Okay, baby girl. I’ll see you and Dilayla later. I love you.”

He got off the phone. “They’re coming. You happy now?”

“Hell yeah, man.” I clapped my hands together, glad that he convinced Raquel to bring that sexy Latina friend of hers. I hadn’t gotten enough of Dilayla before, and I damn sure couldn’t wait to see her again.

Dilayla

Raquel and I hustled through Neiman Marcus at Bal Harbor. We had to, as we were women on a mission. True to his word, Nick took siege of Kenny and Dom for the evening. Raquel confirmed it when Kenny called that the guys were meeting for a get-together at Nick’s place.

“Apparently, we’re invited.” An amused smile played on her lips, and she spoke with a shrill of surprise. “They’re having a joint bachelor party, if we want to come.”

My eyebrows arched with marvel. “Say word? Must be at Nick’s place.”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “How is it? Have you been there?”

“I was there when you broke the news.” I reminisced about the way Nick’s biceps curled around me.

A soft gasp of surprise escaped her as a coy look spread over her expression. She lowered her voice and ran her diamond-encrusted wedding finger through her long dark locks. The gleam was sickening. I was so happy for my best friend. “How was it?”

“It’s pretty solid, you know. Typical baller bachelor pad.”

She elbowed me as we looked over some lingerie. “De-LIE-luh!” she said, stretching out every syllable. “You know what I meant.”

I smirked in response. “Hmph, chiquita. You think I’m some kind of slut?”

Raquel gave me the silkiest roll of her eyes. She pulled out a long white lace nightie and held it out for my approval.

I curled my lip in disgust. Tonight was her wedding night. She was shopping for the perfect negligee to pop her cherry. I wouldn’t be a friend if I let her wear one of those “three-year anniversary gowns.” It was made for women who were already over their sex lives. Friends don’t let friends wear hideous maternity gowns over Bordelle or Fox and Rose on their wedding night. Especially when they were going to pop their cherry.

“But it’s so pretty,” she pouted, almost like a teen whining to her mother.

“Fuck pretty. You need sexy,” I said. “A floor-length lace gown is for cold nights in Denver. You need lingerie that makes Kenny eat his fucking heart out and cream pie you.”

“God, you’re disgusting.” Her face twisted in faux shock. I stuck my tongue at her in response. I eyed a lacy white and gold piece. It was short, scintillating, and radiated sex - passionate, wild, all-night sex with your soul mate.

“This,” I hold the angelic sex kitten piece up with awe, “This is what you wear to lose your virginity to the man you love.”

* * *

On our way to Raquel’s place, my phone went off again. I expected to see a text from Nick, but instead it was Brian.

Wyd

Ugh. Brian used to be the love of my life. He was sexy, athletic, and had great dick—but he was a hoe. If he were texting me on Friday night, it was because he was trying to see who he could parade around town with to make his other women mad.

Brian and I went to junior high and high school together. He played for the Miami Dolphins, and while he wasn’t even on the field, his good looks and local upbringing made him a local celebrity. He would never have to make a touchdown in his life, just be ready to make one, and for that alone, he was a millionaire.

“Is that Nick?” Raquel asked curiously.

“Nah.” I couldn’t hide the pang of disappointment. “Fuckboy as usual.”

“Fuckboy?”

“Brian,” I grumbled, my attitude audibly affected. I had given Brian several years to realize that I was the one woman he needed, the one who was there before the money, and who would be there after the money. Nevertheless, he persisted to tell me he wasn’t ready for a commitment, that it wasn’t time.

My best friend just got married in a week. When would the right time be?

“Oh, bitch. No. I don’t care what he wants. You’re not leaving me tonight for any of his demon dick. You’re coming to my bachelor party, and you’re going to flirt with Nick. We don’t need his bad vibes today. That’s your wedding gift to me.”

“Bitch, I just paid for this lingerie you’re fucking in tonight.” I tilted my head and retorted her like she was crazy. Because she was. “Besides, you don’t get to call shots like this when you didn’t even dignify me with a real wedding!”

“You know the real wedding is coming, heifer!” She grabbed my hand as she drove. “But seriously, I can’t do this. Not tonight. Not with you and Brian. We’re having a joint bachelor party. I can’t be the only woman there. Besides, you love strippers.”

“I know. I convinced Nick to hire Morelli tonight.”

“What?” She gasped. “Then you know you have to come.”

“Girl, I’m coming,” I chuckled. Raquel was being relentless. “Trust me, I’m not in the mood for any of Brian’s bullshit tonight.”

She withdrew her hand from mine and put it back on the steering wheel. “Good.”

I loved Brian, or at least I thought I did. We had years of history together, about six or seven on and off. But after a few days around Nick, he had me feeling some type of way. He was original. He was invigorating. He was consistent, something Brian would never be.

I stared at the text message and weighed whether or not he was worth the response. I’d been on the receiving end of many unanswered text messages, voice messages, and phone calls.

Just as I was ready to answer, Nick interrupted me with a FaceTime request. The smile spread through my body and I answered immediately.

“Hello.” I smiled and fixed my hair in an attempt to look sexy and casual.

“Hey, beautiful.” His hazel eyes peered at me in admiration. “Where you at?”

“I’m with Raquel.” I tilted the phone in her direction and she waved before turning her attention back to the road.

“Hey, sis,” he said. “Ya’ll coming tonight?”

“Yes, we are,” she replied before I could answer, cementing my plans for the night.

“Good, good. Is there anything you want me to pick up before you get here?” He asked. “I’m running errands with Kenny right now.”

“Hi, baby!” Raquel squealed.

“Hey, love,” Kenny replied, off camera.

“Will ya’ll lovebirds cut it out for a second?” Nick joked. We shared a meaningful look of understanding and laughed.

“Ya’ll need anything?” Nick repeated.

“What do you have?” I asked.

“I have beer, we’re ordering pizza. I wanted to get something in case you don’t do beer. You don’t seem like a beer girl.”

“You’re right.” I pointed at the camera and winked. “I’m a wine and Moscato mami.” Beer tasted nasty. I’d never “acquire a taste” for it, no matter how many limes were pushed into the bottle.

“I figured as much,” Nick said. He told us they’d all be at the house after eight p.m., so we could swing through any time after that.

Brian sent another message while we were talking. “???” I ignored it. I was twenty-three, and I was fucking tired of these impatient text messages that really meant nothing. It was a WPC, a wet pussy check to see if I was available and responsive. He wanted to figure out his options, just so he could plan his night right.

I rolled my eyes.

“What’s wrong? Why are you rolling your eyes at me?” Nick looked confused.

“Oh, nothing. It’s not you, honey. Someone just keeps texting me,” I explained.

“Oh, all right,” he said. “I was about to say… Well, let me get off this phone. We got a few things left to grab. See you in a few.”

“Looking forward to it,” I said. I blew a kiss through the phone. “Later.”

Nick

Dilayla and Raquel arrived at 8:50 p.m. I’m sure being fashionably late was Dilayla’s premeditation. She seemed like the type to leave a man on edge, waiting and wanting for her.

And good Lord, she was worth the wait. She walked in, wearing a teal tube dress that stretched over her curves, hugging her in all the right places. Her long hair was in sculpted, tight waves, each baby hair perfectly laid in a curly swoop. Smoky eyes and nude lips with large hoops commanded me to look at that natural beauty she possessed.

Sofia Vergara, Jessica Alba, Cara Delevigne… Beyoncé. Name the most beautiful in the world, and I promise that none of these women held a candle against baby girl. Maybe Raquel, but they were best friends; their beauty was neck and neck. If forced to choose, I would still go with Dilayla.

Raquel was sweet and sultry, but she was spoken for. I didn’t look at her the same knowing she was my best friend’s wife.

Dilayla was sexy with wicked sizzle, all mine for the taking. Besides, I liked my women sinfully delicious.

“Hey, beautiful.” I lifted Dilayla’s pristine hand to my lips and kissed it, before lifting it higher and twirling my finger for her to spin around for me. “Let me see all of it.”

Raquel gave me a charming smirk as she twirled on her simple pink heels. They popped against her skin and matched her bag. Big Kuntry King’s “Da Baddest” played in my head. I wanted to have her, embrace that onion booty, and own her right then and there. But something within restrained me… and I behaved like the gentleman I didn’t know I was capable of being.

“You look… beautiful,” I said, pulling her back in. I needed another hug. Just to feel her skin against mine, the juicy softness of her feminine curves, drove me insane.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome,” Dilayla purred. Her juicy lips spread into a glowing smile that lit up the room. Have you ever wanted to kiss a smile? I just wanted to capture it and keep it in my pocket.

Her soft, buttery fragrance was warm like cashmere. It floated over to me and tickled my nostrils. The beast in me reared. I loved a good-smelling woman, and I was hungry for a taste.

My inner beast, the Nick Diamond that was freaky and straight to the point, growled to ravage her. bBut I could feel a deeper, calmer apex version of Nick emerge from within to control him. Apex Nick was precise and strategic. He didn’t want to go in for an immediate kill. He wanted a slower seduction, one that made the conquest sweeter.

Chill out, Nick. Savor this one.

Yeah, with Dilayla in front of me, I saw exactly what Kenny meant when he said Raquel was different. Dilayla was definitely her own breed of woman, and despite my usual rakish mentality, I couldn’t bring myself to jump on top of Dilayla the way I would have Trinity or any of the other women I’d dealt with in the past.

Dilayla burned with sweet heat that required slow seduction. I had to make sure the time was right before I gave her all eleven inches.

Yes. 11, as in eleven. E-L-E-V-E-N.

Raquel leapt right into Kenny’s arms. Dilayla and I watched as husband and wife shared a passionate embrace. I couldn’t lie, I was no sucker for love, but watching them did something to me. He held her as if she were a fragile, prized ruby. He cradled her in his arms, holding her in a gentle, loving manner. It was as if the wrong move threatened to make her shatter. Raquel nestled against him. the innocence of her sophistication and fire in her eyes endearing as she looked into his. They shared stunning chemistry.

Love, man. These two were seriously in love.

* * *

The night started off with a round of toasts. Dom was grumpy at first. He obviously felt left out, but he warmed up after a few beers and congratulated Raquel and Kenny with a solid toast.

Raquel stood, holding her wine glass in hand.

“Before I toast, I just want to shout out to Nick, who went and purchased like six bottles of my favorite wine,” she winked at me, and I felt my dick jump and my cheeks blush.

Raquel looked at me and clapped in approval. It felt good to see her giving me those brownie points.

“Good job, Nick!” she said, giving me a thumb’s up.

“Yes, yes. Now,” Dilayla held up her glass, “I just want to toast Kenny, who showed my best friend what a real man is. Raquel has always wanted one solid man to show her true love. And it hasn’t been easy. You know women kiss a million frogs to find a prince…”

Dilayla’s eyes got misty, and a tear threatened to fall, but she held her composure. “… But I have to say, you rescued her from one of the most extremely fucked up nights in her life, and literally swept her off her feet. And it’s been worth every moment from what I can tell.”

Raquel’s eyes got misty as she squeezed Kenny’s arm. The girls shared a special look with each other while we all watched in silence.

“Best friend, you make me believe love is possible. And that… when the right one comes… all I have to do is trust him to catch me when I fall. I love you, and I love you too, Kenny. May you guys have the best life together.”

Raquel burst into happy tears, and stood. The ladies hugged, and the guys and I couldn’t help but clap. It was a quick and beautiful, but deeply moving sentiment. The words came so perfectly.

I stood, last to speak. “I don’t know what I can say after that rousing moment Dilayla created. Just know that Raquel, my brother is your husband, which makes you family. We’re deeper than blood. Welcome to the family.” I turned to Kenny. “You took forever to get one, but she’s a real one, man. Don’t mess that up.”

He grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed it. “Trust me, I won’t.”

At that moment, the door rang. “Ahh, the dancers,” I said. “Perfect timing! Let’s cut the emotion and celebrate!”

* * *

Of course, Dilayla and Morelli enjoyed a little girl talk in my spare bedroom as she got ready with two of her other dancers. Morelli was an attractive Dominican and Italian beauty, and the other girls were also gorgeous. One was Asian and black, and the other was Cuban and Lebanese. I don’t remember their names. Did it matter? My mind was focused on Dilayla.

The true surprise came when Morelli put up the pole. Dilayla wasn’t lying when she said strippers had portable poles that didn’t damage ceilings. After setting up, the girls put on music and the party began. As they started dancing, I turned to Dilayla, “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Hell nah! That’s my cousin and she’ll get her coins one way or another! Support mi familia!” she whooped.

I tried to get into the performance with the girls, but it was just weird. Dilayla didn’t mind, but I just couldn’t get into it. Watching her cousin get naked in front of us was for everyone else. I wanted to look at Dilayla, sitting next to me, preferably naked—but trust me, her being clothed was enough for me. Shit, that body just didn’t quit, and that sexual magnetism and elegance was just polarizing.

The ladies started dancing. As their bodies gyrated and popped, it was a sight to see. They performed amazing tricks I swear they’d never done at King of Diamonds. It was alluring, but when my dick got hard, it wasn’t because of them.

It was because of the sexual seductress next to me.

Dilayla.

She grabbed the stacks of money I set out for us to rain on the women, and led the money showers. She cheered the girls on, and even let one of them twerk on her. She was having more fun than the rest of us. I couldn’t help but get excited watching how free and uninhibited she was.

Morelli seemed to have taken a liking to Dom; while the other two were performing, she made lots of eye contact with him. Her honey, hazel colored eyes stared into him, and he looked like he didn’t know whether to run and hide, or tear into her. It was funny to watch; Dom wasn’t used to women giving him attention, and I knew enough of him to know he felt Morelli was out of his league.

Raquel and Kenny were laid back, engrossed in each other, kissing and rubbing on each other as they watched the show. Raquel’s tongue slid along Kenny’s neck and he was fought to keep his cool. He kept tapping her leg, ready to get up and leave, but she kept pressing him down. I wasn’t an expert in reading lips, but I could sense her telling him to relax and remain patient.

Raquel was a maverick. She pushed Kenny to the limits, making sure he was on edge and ready to burst from all the entertainment, and her constant teasing. There was no mistaking what would happen later tonight.

I chuckled. It was cool to see that Raquel used the environment and Kenny’s desire to her advantage. She knew Kenny didn’t want anyone but her, and she wasn’t threatened by the scene. She even got up with Dilayla to toss money onto the dancers as they performed, and showered Morelli when she poured her affection over Dom.

I looked at Kenny and he was spellbound. Completely spellbound. I chuckled when we locked eyes and gave him a thumb’s up. Raquel was solid, so it was understandable why he was hooked. That’s what happens when you find a real one, I suppose.

“I’ll be right back,” Dilayla said. “I gotta use the restroom.” She grabbed her purse and disappeared to the bathroom, leaving my opportunity wide open to get the intel I needed.

“Raquel, let me holla at you for a sec?” I cocked my head slightly toward the balcony. Raquel looked at me slightly uncertain. I’m sure she had no clue why I wanted to speak to her in private, especially with the dancers doing their thing.

I looked at Kenny, the quiet plea in my eyes, and he nodded silently, and kissed Raquel’s cheek.

“It’s all good, babe.”

Raquel stood and made her way over the piles of money on the floor. Dom barely looked at us in brief interest before returning his attention to Morelli. He was completely spellbound.

I slid the balcony door closed enough for privacy. Miami’s balmy beauty spread over our skin, and the town was aglow beneath us.

“I just wanted to congratulate you personally on transforming Kenny. He’s never been one to settle for any woman, and I know for him to grab a woman like you, you had to be superior to any other woman he’s ever met.” I reached out for a hug. “Welcome to the family, sis.”

“Thank you, Nick.” She smiled with a beautiful glow that could only come from love. “That means a lot, coming from you.”

“Coming from me?” I responded with a sprite inquiry and playfully crossed my arms. “What does that mean?”

“You’re Kenny’s best friend,” she explained. “If anyone would know him, it’s you. If I’m really the only one you’ve seen him truly settle with, it means a lot. Nobody gets married in a week, you know?”

I grabbed her hand and pointed to that ring. “Do you see this?” I rotated her hand, making her diamond ring gleam and glisten with flawlessness. “Does that ring look like an impulsive, irrational decision? Kenny has never purchased a ring or proposed, much less even spent as much on anyone as he has for that single rock.”

“I didn’t pick it out—” Raquel started to explain, but I cut her off.

“I know you didn’t. That ring is totally Kenny. I know my boy. He’s not always flashy, but when he does make an investment, he’ll give you the best he can. He chose that ring because he loves you. He’ll give you the world and break his back for you. He did that because he wants you to know you’re worth it.”

Raquel looked at me, speechless as she fingered the massive ring. “It’s beautiful, but it’s too much to wear daily. I might have him buy a second one, maybe something that doesn’t attract too much attention.”

I nodded. She was practical, which let me know she was a perfect match for my best friend. “I agree, little momma. Make sure you get it insured also.”

I switched the subject before Dilayla could return. “What’s up with Dilayla?”

“As in?” She shot a mischievous look, glanced down at the city, and then looked back at me.

“Girl, stop playing. We’re family now… what’s up with her? She got a man?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“What does that mean?”

She peered inside the house. The dancers were still entertaining Dom and Kenny. Dilayla was still not back from the bathroom.

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Hell yeah.”

She scooted closer, very casually. Once we were nearly touching elbows, she lowered her voice and confessed, “She’s dealing with someone, but I can’t fucking stand him.”

“Why?”

“He’s just a dick. He plays for the Dolphins. He’s not even on the field. He’s a benchwarmer. They have history, but he constantly messes with other women, refuses to commit. He’s just—”

“Wack,” I cut her off, getting to the point, and she nodded.

I licked my lips. That’s exactly what I wanted—needed—to hear. Anytime a man isn’t committed, it leaves his woman open for the taking. I’d stolen women in the past, but that’s because there’s an art to it. Rule number one: You can’t steal a satisfied woman. Women are loyal unless they’re left unfulfilled, and usually in an emotional sense.

“Bet.” I smiled. “Thanks.”

“Let me make it clear,” Raquel cautioned. “They’re not in a relationship, but he does have this weird hold on her. She has this belief that he’ll come around and see she’s the one.”

I shook my head. “Nah, little momma. He’s probably swimming in a bunch of women who are all holding on to the same thing.”

“Exactly.” Her pretty features coagulated with aggravation. “I’ve tried to tell her she needs to let the hell go.”

“You really don’t like him,” I commented, egging her further. She was spilling beans and I wanted to know as much as possible.

“Can’t stand him.” She winked. “You’re so much better than him.” Those words made my ears perk and I stood up a little.

“Hold up,” I pressed. “She talks about me? What does she say?”

She pressed her manicured finger against her lips and shook her head. “I won’t spill any more of my best friend’s tea. That’s for her to tell you. But I’ll leave you with this.”

She checked the living room before she crooked her finger, signaling me to lean down.

“Dilayla hasn’t seemed as interested in that guy since the night you guys met. She’s actually ignoring his calls and texts. I promise the only reason she’s stuck in the bathroom this long is because she’s probably finally calling him back.”

“He’s one of those?” I said. “Calling constantly when he can’t catch her?”

She nodded. “Keep her attention, and I promise, he’ll be a non-factor. Hell, I’ll help you. I think you’re a better match for her anyway.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re mature. You’re handsome. You actually have a career under your belt. You’re my husband’s best friend. Family first, right?”

“Right.”

We shared a conspiratorial smile before heading back inside. Our timing was perfect as Dilayla re-entered moments later. Kenny had finished the last of his beer. Raquel sauntered over to him and tossed her legs over his lap.

Dilayla came over to me and grabbed my arm. “Whatcha doing?”

“Watching the show, baby girl.” I pointed to Dom, who was getting loved and rubbed up on by Morelli. She was topless and giving him the lap dance of a lifetime. Dom was red-faced but it was clear he loved the affection.

We all laughed our asses off while we watched the most unassuming person in the room getting the bulk of the attention.

Movement caught my eyes, and I saw Raquel’s hand surreptitiously slide over Kenny’s crotch. She whispered in his ear and gave him a longing look. He patted her leg, and they both stood up.

“We’re headed out,” Kenny announced. He came over to give me a pound, and hugged Dilayla, who immediately hugged Raquel after.

I hugged Raquel. “See ya later, sis.” She smiled. “See ya, bro.”

Kenny turned to Dom and waved his hand. “I won’t even interrupt this. Enjoy, man.” He grabbed Raquel’s hand and they left without further fuss.

Thirty minutes later, Dom was done also. “I need an Uber,” he said. “I’ll get my car later.”

“An Uber?” Morelli said. “Where do you live?”

Dom told her and she offered him a ride. “The girls and I are all going in that direction. Just come with us.”

He looked so uncertain, but she persisted, “We already made our money tonight, and some. It’s nothing. Let us drop you off.”

“I don’t know…” He looked pale and nervous. “An Uber isn’t too bad.”

“Oh, stop. Why pay a hundred bucks for Uber when we got you?”

“Morelli’s good peoples,” Dilayla said. “She’s my cousin, you can trust her.”

After that, Dom had no argument. We helped the ladies clean up their tips. It was clear they all had a profitable night. Hell, of course they did. I paid Morelli five grand, and the other two three grand each when they arrived via VenMo. When they performed, I had about another ten for all of us to toss on to them for the show. That was over twenty racks. Why not?

Once they left, I turned to Dilayla. “I guess it’s just me and you, mami. Unless you’ve got plans?”

She looked at me, a naughty grin spread over her face. “You want me to have plans?”

Dilayla

Nick’s low gaze swept over my body once again, caressing me from head to toe with invisible fingers. Blood throbbed in my veins, a scarlet web of desire flowing through me as I felt the intensity of his passion spread over my body.

He stepped forward, and the raw, wild passion between us seemed to magnify the closer and closer we got.

“If you’d like, we can put on a movie. I just started watching Troy on Netflix again.” He gently led me to the couch, and told me to relax as he removed my shoes. I’d kept them on the entire night and it was a relief to let them breathe.

“You have gorgeous toes.” He admired my pedicure. “What size shoe do you wear?”

“Nine and a half.”

“Sexy.”

“Really?” Raquel wore a seven. Most of my friends wore cute sizes, like five, six, no more than an eight and a half. Shopping for nine and ten sizes made me self-conscious.

Nick looked at me with a smirk. “Baby girl, a real man doesn’t care how big your feet are. We care about whether or not you take care of your feet. You don’t wear heels often, do you?”

“I do, but not often enough to mess up my feet or wear shoes that damage the aesthetics.”

He kissed the top of my foot. “Keep it that way.”

I nearly fainted. Nick and I hadn’t done more than kiss each other on the cheek or cuddle since we’d met. We hadn’t even kissed on the lips. But it was creating this explosive sexual tension between us.

He knew what he was doing. I’m sure he planned to deliberately avoid making overtly direct moves on me. Because he wanted me to take control, take the lead and make the pass that led to fucking, so I couldn’t even pretend it was his idea when he took me down.

It took a real man to bring out savage sexuality in a woman. And Nick had no idea how deep and desirous my savage ran.

You wanna play, Nick? I thought to myself. Game on.

I loved a good chase. It was delicious and when I was finally conquered, my pussy would explode from the anticipation that built up.

This would be fun. Instead of giving him what he wanted, an unconcealed, uncontrollable need for his sex, I would tease him back. Something obvious and enticing that would leave him completely spellbound by me.

Nick placed my shoes by the door, and offered another glass of wine. I accepted. He brought out another beer and the pizza box along with the bottle of wine. He took my glass, refilled it, and set it on the coaster.

“Mmm… this evening was so much fun.” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, allowing my face to tilt in his direction. I knew what I would do, but I seized the moment to script it out in my head.

“You enjoyed yourself, mami?” His baritone felt smooth and rich, a velvet glove to my ears.

“It was amazing. I loved how much everyone had fun.” I thought about Morelli. My cousin was so happy to have stacked up nicely. “I think Morelli has a little crush on your friend.”

“Who, Dom?” Nick said. I opened my eyes and nodded. “He’s probably freaking out right now.”

“Why?”

“He’s scared of pretty women and no offense, but your cousin is…”

“Bad,” I finished for him.

“Yeah. He’s not used to attracting women like her. He thinks they’re out of his league.”

“That’s unfortunate,” I said. “He’s not a bad-looking guy.”

“Not at all, just husky,” Nick explained. “He’s just used to women ignoring him to get my or Kenny’s attention. He’s our accountant.”

“Ah… I could see how that’s discouraging.” I refused to admit I was the kind of woman who would skip over a guy like Dom for one like Nick. Shoot for the moon and at least hit the stars, right?

“One day I’ll find him a good woman—a gorgeous one—who will love that man right. Just gotta work on his self-esteem a little first,” Nick continued. “He deliberately chooses women he knows won’t reject him.”

I checked my phone. “It’s almost twelve thirty. Has he text you to tell you he’s home yet?”

“Let me check.” He grabbed his phone out his pocket. I noticed it was on airplane mode. That was a red flag for me. Only players kept their phone on airplane mode. Part of me wondered who he was avoiding this late at night.

“Airplane mode, eh?” I inquired, keeping my voice light enough for him to know I was curious, but not interrogating.

“Girl, it’s half past midnight. Ain’t nobody calling me at these hours unless they’re up to no good,” he retorted.

“Um huh,” I said, teasing him with disbelief.

“I’m a good Christian man.” He covered his chest and gave me a clandestine gaze of false innocence. “I’m not out here trying to get caught up with any traps of iniquity.”

We shared a laugh. He confirmed that Dom had indeed made it home safe. I checked my phone and Morelli had made it home safe. I owe you drinks, girl! Thanks.

No problem, I replied. Talk to you tomorrow.

I couldn’t get into anything interesting on Netflix, so I passed the remote to Nick. He put on Troy, but that movie was just boring to me. I sat next to him, my head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around me.

“Niiiiiick?” I whispered. “Can you put on some music?”

“Sure.” He looked at me. “You don’t like this movie?”

“It’s okay,” I said, “But it just feels like a music type of night.”

He handed me the remote. I used it to find music via his FireStick. Although the buzz was dying, the wine had me feeling sexy, and the vibe of just lying next to him, looking so tempting to the touch, yet off-limits (at least in his mind) made me feel even sexier. I knew he wanted me, yet he refused to be aggressive. The fact that he refused made me want to test him even more.

I finally settled on Trey Songz. He was perfect for the mood; he was the ultimate playboy. Both Nick and I were players, and I would transform this night into Players Paradise.

When “Find a Place” came on, I stood up and did a little dance. It was a petite little two step to maintain the positive vibes. I picked up my wine glass and took a sip. It was just enough to enhance the mood.

Nick watched me with keen interest, and I gave him a shy smile and said, “This song is my jam!”

Lust filled his eyes and magnified as I continued to dance. “I ain’t got no problem with it, baby… Do your thang. I just want to enjoy you to enjoying yourself.”

As the song progressed, I swiveled my hips, turning to the side just enough for him to take a look at my generous assets.

By this time, he could see I was putting on a show for him. The song changed to another Trey Songz cut, and I changed my dancing up with the beat.

I was built for seducing a king like Nick. I had a thick pair of hips with a beautiful, natural ass and perfectly balanced, toned thighs to match. Thanks to a regular workout routine and a clean diet, I was built like Chel, the curvy character from The Road to El Dorado.

My body was ultra-feminine, soft, and looked built for pleasure and surrender, like I was meant to visually serve and tantalize, and I damn sure wanted to serve the chocolate royalty in front of me. Nick’s vibe was controlled and regal, but I knew I was getting somewhere when his leg began to sway, as he tried to exhaust the sexual energy in his body through movement.

I knew most guys loved the way my jet-black curls stopped right above my ass, so I tossed my locks in his direction, causing him to be mesmerized by my body. We locked eyes as the innocent look I plastered on my face melted into a more suggestive, deliberate one.

“Damn, it’s like that, huh?” Nick interlocked his hands behind his head as he continued to watch me.

I sauntered over to him, calculated and slow, and then stopped. His eyes flashed with heat and I bit my lip.

“Yeah… if you want it like that.”

“How you want it?” Shit. He threw it right back. We were really two predators playing possum in this game of cat and mouse.

I could tell no matter what I did, Nick would make sure I made the first move and took the lead. I decided to flow with the moment. My arms raised as I placed myself between his legs, and undulated with my hips. I had moves like a belly dancer, and this tight Babes and Felines tube dress I purchased was designed to show off every curve.

My plan was to entice Nick’s appetite, make him hungry for my forbidden fruit until my sheer femininity overwhelmed every instinct he had… and force his hand. Make him take me. But I could see he was extremely controlled, his power was in refusing to give in easily, which meant I needed to work a little harder, and maybe even invest more time into getting him worked up.

That meant I probably couldn’t make him spread my legs and take me tonight. It would be too soon and he wouldn’t reveal his hand that quickly.

… And I decided that was cool.

We could play the long game, baby.

That just meant that when he gave me every inch—and I knew at some point he would—I would own the distinct pleasure of making him babble nonsensically while I felt him explode all over the place.

I rolled my hips rhythmically and sensually, this time slower than before. I still rocked to the beat, but taking my time to intensify the magnetism in my seduction. Nick bit his lips, driving me wild. I wanted nothing more than to be that bottom lip, so to distract myself, I turned and faced forward, giving him a full-on look at my bootyliciousness.

That sharp hiss of his breath as he took in the full visual of me from the back? Sooooo sexy made my panties cream. I bit my lip and jiggled a little, letting him see the bounce in my backside. Trey Songz faded to black, and Usher’s “Mars vs. Venus,” a slower tempo cut, came on.

I exhaled softly and sat directly on Nick’s lap, using this opportunity to deploy the gutsiest move of my night. My hands anchored themselves on free space on Nick’s legs and I swirled seductively.

Morelli promised to give me pole classes this weekend, but I already knew the basics of lap dance and exotic tease, thanks to a few DVDs and plenty of at-home practice. I spent a lot of time in the mirror cultivating sex appeal on top of the natural beauty I was born with.

The large bulge between Nick’s legs whet my appetite. From first impression, I gathered his dick had to be big. The rock beneath his pants was firm as fuck and didn’t feel like it played any games.

Nick groaned as I pushed my cheeks up and slid down on him. His hips lifted before settling back down on the couch, widening his legs to give me more access.

“You know this is better than having some strippers make it clap for me, right?” he murmured in my ear.

“Oh, is it?” My hump intensified with a circular motion. My hips rocked back and forth, making my dress roll up, exposing my tanned thighs. The experience was so sensual, I felt seductive and powerful. My pussy pulsated.

I was in control, and I had this man right where I wanted him: confessing midnight fantasies to me.

“I got the baddest girl in Miami grinding on my dick,” he growled. His hands found my hips and he held onto me as I continued. He let out an erotic exhale and said, “How the fuck can any stripper beat that? I prefer passion over entertainment… and I can feel your passion wetting up my dick through your panties.”

My heart and my cunt creamed, but I only moaned softly in response to that statement. Words were enough to weaken a woman, but it was imperative that I stayed strong and didn’t let him take control of me so easily.

I needed to make him cum, lose control because of me and think about me for the rest of the weekend. We weren’t officially involved, as it had only been a few days, and I remembered the bitchy girls at King of Diamonds. The very pretty Blasian one was especially rude once he brought me to the table. Women were usually rude like that when feelings were involved. He dismissed her as his “little friend,” but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a different idea of their situation.

No. No sex until I was for certain that girl wasn’t more involved than he let on. As far as I was concerned, men were liable to say anything for some new pussy.

I slid my arms against his as the climax of the song came to a head. I wanted to direct him toward my inner thighs, close enough to feel the heat of my core, yet keep him on edge—because he wouldn’t be able to touch.

His dick jolted. “Why are you playing with me like this, mami?”

I tittered and placed his hands back on my thighs, butterflying my legs on the tip of his cock, which strained through his pants. I grazed the outline of my thong. It felt soaking wet; there’d definitely be no mistake about leaving pussy juice all over his crotch pants.

The music switched up to something sexier and faster, and I sped up along with the pace. Being a stripper—even for a night—was a fantasy of mine, but I would never go through with it. For one, the Miami Heat paid generously, and two, I didn’t have the desire to work myself out every night competing against a bunch of women for some singles.

No disrespect to dancers. Morelli and other dancers worked hard and were really talented. But I knew the dark side of dancing. One bad night or client could mess up your flow. I needed my money to remain consistent, and I didn’t want to perform for men I wasn’t attracted to just to pay my bills.

“Awww shit, baby, work that sexy ass.” I looked back and saw Nick bite his lip. I couldn’t resist swerving around and straddling his lap face-on. I made sexy faces while I made it clap on him, moving to the side so he can take a look at me jiggle on him.

He brought his hands to my ass and pressed those juicy lips to my neck, making me groan in desire. “Niiiick,” I gasped. “Mmmm, behave…”

“Behave?” he repeated. “You got all this sexy ass in my face, and you been working on my dick for twenty minutes. You know damn well I want you.”

My devilish smirk served as my sole response. Nick gave me exactly what I wanted, chinks in his smooth armor that let me peek into his desire.

I adjusted myself, ensuring my clit was against his erection, and then slowed down to ride the beat to an orgasm. Yes, I was planning on letting this mood and Nick’s dick make me cum all over him, without one lick of penetration.

Penetration would have been delicious; it was clear that Nick had a gift between his legs. But it was clear we were playing the long game.

I couldn’t rush any of this.

Instead of going all the way tonight, I’d leave him breathless, and go home. After showering, I’d pull out my vibrator and get mine for real as I laid in bed, using this entire experience to provide ample fantasy material to get me to bust a nut all over my soft Egyptian cotton sheets.

I placed my hand on Nick’s shoulder for balance. I ran the other up and down my body. I slid my hand back up, letting the feel of my nails rake through my scalp tilt my head up.

I closed my eyes and let my gyrations intensify, hitting my clit at just the right angle, one that would stimulate my ring and send me over the edge.

“Goddamn, baby, ride my dick,” Nick encouraged. “You got my shit stiffer than a motherfucker.” His hand slapped my ass and his fingers spread for a full grip.

Before the end of the song, I felt my legs tremble. It was at that point I realized my goal had been accomplished. I came so hard the gush spread from between my legs to all over Nick’s pants.

“Ah,” I said. “Ah, fuck… Argh.” My body ached, demanding attention, begging for me to push through. A hot rush of pure need made me grab Nick’s chin and push my tongue into his mouth.

Moaning obscenely with abandon, I thrusted myself against him, making him hold me tighter and grip back. As our tongues danced, I felt his cock jerk.

Then he dropped the bomb.

“You don’t have a man, mami?”

Dilayla

“You don’t have a man, mami?”

He pulled away, looking at me with the slightest bit of fear and uncertainty.

I shook my head. Brian didn’t claim me. He still dated other women, and just the other day, we had another argument where he made it clear he didn’t want to give them up.

“No tienes novia, papi?”

“Fuck no. Shit… keep speaking that Spanish shit to me. It sounds so sexy.” He shook his head and groaned, and I felt his body stiffen with my gyrations. He pulled me closer to him, and I whispered all kinds of sweet nothings in his ear, all in Spanish. I told him his dick was big, that I wanted his big black cock deep inside me, and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck my tight cunt.

I know he couldn’t understand a word my sexy ass was saying, just listening to the way my tongue rolled in a foreign language while we dry fucked each other. But it was enough to send his ass over the edge. I enjoyed every single second on top of this man, holding him hostage between my legs as he erupted and lost control, spilling his nut in his pants.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” he groaned, a sheen of sweat covering his face. I felt his legs tremble. I brought my lips to his, giving him small, sweet kisses, luscious little moans added onto my affection.

Music played in the background as we recovered. His hand wrapped around my waist, and he breathed into my ear.

“You are wrong for this, you know that, right?” he said. “Got me cumming in my pants from a lap dance like I’m in high school or something.”

I giggled. “That’s what I do, papi.”

He kissed my cheek. “Let me find out, you wild baby girl?”

“Mmmmm,” I said, not offering a clear response to his question.

Ambiguity was my thing; words could never top actions. I deserved a man who would tie me up and eat whipped cream out my ass. I knew that man was Nick, but the time just wouldn’t be tonight.

With a semi-reluctant sigh, I pulled back and dismounted the tall, bronzed hunk in front of me. He looked dazed and out of breath, as if I’d rocked his ass to sleep. His hazel eyes were low and lazy, like he was ready to pass out.

I used that as my cue to leave. Grabbing my heels and purse, I took a final look around. “Come lock the door behind me, babe.”

“You know you don’t have to leave,” he offered. “We can grab breakfast in the morning.”

“I am not doing the walk of shame in this dress,” I replied. Even though the offer was tempting, absence made the heart grow fonder. I needed him to crave me, and that meant pulling away just enough for him to relive this night over and over and over.

I wanted sugarplum visions of sexy strippers, lap dances, and me making him blow his load dancing through his head until he was granted access to my presence again.

As for me? I would head home, take a long shower, and give myself the most righteous orgasm possible.

“Call me tomorrow?” he said, leaning against the wall with one hand as I made my exit.

I tilted my head to the side. “We’ll see.”

“Come here,” he said, beckoning me with a finger.

“Hmm?” I inquired playfully.

“You really don’t have a man?” He asked. “None at all?”

“I have a situation,” I admitted. “But I’ve been closing the door on it.”

“Define ‘situation.’”

“Well, we’ve been on and off for years, but he won’t commit. Always texts me ‘what are you doing’ instead of actually taking me on a date. Just the other day, one of his other chicks pulled up and went crazy.” I stopped and wrinkled my nose. “Actually, it was the day I met you. I haven’t really talked to him since.”

“At all?”

“He texts me, but again… he doesn’t bring anything to the table. I need a real man, not a little boy with a loose dick and a bunch of hoes.”

“Yeah, you do.” He pulled me in for another rapturous kiss. This one was slow and made my heart speed up. His tongue tried to tickle my tonsils when I placed my hand on his chest and pulled my head back.

“Wait, hold up. You’re asking about me, but what about your ‘little friend?’ The one you kicked out of VIP?”

“Trinity is an old flame. She’s a non-issue. I haven’t messed with her in months. We’re friends, and I genuinely care about her, but she has too much drama in her life.”

“Drama?” That’s the excuse I was used to hearing from guys. Usually the real truth was the drama was brought on from their inability to keep it real with the women they were dealing with.

“She has three kids, and two psycho baby daddies,” he said. “She’s intelligent and cool, but I can’t deal with a woman whose exes kick down doors and threaten to whoop my ass.”

My eyes narrowed in suspicion. That sounded extra, but I would let him pass. It was too late at night, and I wasn’t interested in killing my vibe.

“Trust me, mami. I’m interested in you,” Nick said. He licked his lips and looked at me. “I don’t give a damn about your ex-man ‘cause I know he ain’t got shit on a man like me.”

“Oh?” I cocked my eyebrow in response.

“Yeah.” He nodded and the look in his eyes was fierce and serious. “He can’t touch you like me. He can’t love you like me. And I haven’t even touched it, but I know for damn sure he can’t fuck you like me.”

“How would you know?” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest to cover my nipples. They were hardening from Nick’s words and I was in danger of testing his guarantees.

“Because if he was even remotely capable, you wouldn’t be here with me.” Nick smiled wryly as he gave my body the once over. “Cover those hard nipples all you want. One day, you’ll be feeding them to me, crying at how good it feels to have me taste your pretty ass while you bounce on my dick.”

“Not if I don’t have you whimpering first.”

“Baby girl, you’re sweet as sugar from your earlobe to your ass crack. But one stroke and you’ll sign over your soul to me,” he growled as he cupped my ass and pushed me into his crotch. He was soft, but the mass was still impressive. “And I don’t mind a little competition. He’ll go crazy once I have you on my team… but trust me, you ain’t fucking with him anymore.”

I nearly fainted. There was no fucking mistaking Nick’s aggression. He was bold in a way that meant he played no games. I searched for something to say, but his dauntless words forced sophisticated banter to elude me. I simply gasped in response.

“I can smell that pussy through those panties, and all over my pants.” He reached under and swirled his finger over my soaked panties, careful not to touch my bare skin. He inhaled. “Fuck, that pussy smells superb. I can taste it through my nose; you’re tight as hell. You’ll feel so good breaking open on my dick.”

He was a true player. His words were smoother as hell. A submissive moan escaped me and my knees buckled. I was almost ready to surrender.

Nick chuckled as he caught me. His hands caressed me as he kissed his way from my neck to my lips. “Mmmm, you sure you wanna go home? I can play this game all night.”

I pressed my hand against his chest. Nah, playa.

“Oh, baby, I’m good. I’m headed home…” I stepped back and cleared my throat, gathering myself to head to Raquel’s car with dignity. “I have a long day ahead of me, and you’ve clearly become delirious from all that beer.”

A wide, slow, sexy smile spread, revealing his perfect teeth as he looked me over sensually. I could feel his gaze rake over my skin, and I defiantly pushed my chest out, letting him see my hard nipples poke through the fabric as I tossed all my hair to one side.

“Call me as soon as you’re home. I’ll wait up for your call.”

I checked my messages on the way to the car. Of course, there were more from Brian, but who gave a shit? Not me. It was clear that his time was up from the moment I swerved him for Nick.

Brian had nothing on Nick’s sexy, seductive swagger. Brian wanted to be the man, juggle a bunch of hoes to make up for the fact that he wasn’t talented enough to leave the bench. Nick beat him with a decent career, and he knew what games to play, and how to use them to keep me enticed. He didn’t make me compete for his attention; instead, he dismissed the competition so I knew where his focus was.

And watching our best friends get married, I realized it was time to reconsider the way I treated my love life. My heart was made of gold, but until now, I wanted it to belong to Brian. Anyone and anything else was just fun until he realized what he had in me.

Raquel would be pleased to listen to me spill tea on my night with Nick. She’d definitely comment over his superiority, and remind me that he was way better than Brian. There wouldn’t be any argument. He was, clearly. But I just needed to ride the wave out, and dismiss Brian.

I’d let him go nicely, I decided as I approached my apartment door. There wouldn’t be any need to discuss this with him. Just continue to ignore his texts and phone calls until he gets the hint and goes away. For good.

It sounded like the perfect plan. Ghost on Brian, and let him figure it out on his own. He’d done that to me plenty of times. But just as I put my key in the door, I felt the warmth of a presence on my back.

“Where the fuck you been?”

I jumped and turned. “Brian, you scared me!”

His eyes were glassy and narrow. I could see he was pissed off, but for what? He’d had a bevy of broads to choose from, and I finally realized I couldn’t be the one he loved.

“Why haven’t you answered your phone?” he demanded, ignoring the fact that I was still trying to determine how and why he was here in front of my apartment door.

“I’ve been busy,” I countered. I turned and looked at him, arms folded. I refused to back down.

“Doing what?”

“The fuck does it matter?”

“Because I’ve been trying to get in contact with you all day, and you’re acting different.” His voice raised slightly.

“You need to lower your voice. It’s one in the morning, and the entire building doesn’t need to hear you screaming.”

“Girl, hush.” He waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t give a shit about anyone hearing me.”

I turned to put my key in the door. He attempted to follow me in, but I put my hand up, stopping him. “I have to get up early in the morning.”

“That’s cool.”

He didn’t get the hint, but I wasn’t having it.

“Brian, Raquel just got married. I’m helping her move in the morning. I need to go to bed. I’ll hit you up later. Get home safe and thanks for checking on me.”

He looked at me in disbelief. “You see how wasted I am right now? You’re just going to leave me out here?”

“Bruh,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly. “Nobody told you to drink that much. Call an Uber or something.”

“Uber’s aren’t answering right now.”

“Not my problem.” I shooed him away while I closed the door. He continued to beat on the door, talking through it and telling me I shouldn’t be so cold to him since he got drunk sitting around waiting for me.

My phone vibrated. Nick. I answered on the first ring. “Hey.”

“Didn’t I ask you to let me know when you’re home?” he said sleepily.

“I’m sorry, I just got here.”

At that exact moment, Brian banged harder. “Dilayla, stop playing!”

“Sounds like he can’t get enough of you,” Nick teased. “He could smell you coming up the stairs.”

“Boy, hush!” I said. I told him about Brian’s inebriated confrontation, and the fact that I locked him out because I just didn’t want to be bothered.

“Girl, I knew what you had between them thighs was dangerous to the average man,” he said. “But it’s all good. You know I can handle you.”

“Tuh!” I huffed. “I’m going to bed. Good night, Nick.”

“Good night,” he said breezily. “Tell my pussy good night too.”

“Hush!”

Nick

Kenny and Raquel asked me to meet them at Raquel’s house a little after three p.m. We spent the afternoon boxing up clothes and some of her other belongings, as they would be brought over to Kenny’s condo.

“Are you going to sell the house, sis?”

“No,” Raquel replied. Her hair was pulled up in a casual ponytail. She wore a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. “It’s my parents’ house. I own it free and clear. I think we’ll move back in when we have children or something.”

“You mean in less than three months?” Kenny cocked his head. “You know Mom is going crazy about getting grandbabies.”

“Geeze Louise! Kenny, we just got married twenty-four hours ago.”

“I know, but I told you she was ready for grandkids.”

“Is it just us three?” I asked, cutting in. I finished my bottle of water and threw it in the trash.

“Dilayla’s on the way. She had to take care of something first.”

My mind flashed to last night, the way those perfect Dominican hips swiveled all over me. She dry humped my dick until she came all over me. I wasn’t into high school foreplay, but the way she looked when she cried out made my dick scream.

I can’t lie. I stroked myself to her this morning, busting a full nut at the idea of being inside her, making her moan in Spanish while I fucked her silly.

It was a fun night… and then there was that crazy dude at her door. Worry flashed through me. “She’s okay though, right?”

“Yes.” Raquel looked at me weirdly. “Why? Did something happen last night?”

I hesitated to speak up, but then decided to just be honest. “I called her when she got home. Someone was banging on her door.” I squinted my eyes, silently suggesting it was the guy she told me about.

Raquel’s brow furrowed, but she nodded in acknowledgement. Dilayla probably hadn’t told her. “Ah… well, she sounded perfectly fine this morning. I’m sure it was handled, but I’ll check up on her as soon as I get a moment.”

I winked. “Thanks, sis.”

Raquel headed to the back to get another pile of clothes. Kenny looked at me. “What’s up with you and Dilayla?”

“Nothing, man. Just kicking it.”

He looked at me with slight disbelief. “You don’t have to lie, dude.”

“What?” My hands were tossed up in question. “We’re getting to know each other. Nothing more or less.”

“Is that why you asked Raquel if she had a man? You never ask if these women have men.” He threw a balled-up dress at me. “Cut the shit.”

I caught it perfectly and threw it back. “There’s nothing to cut. I just think shawty’s bad, and I’m trying to get to know her. I can’t get to know her if she’s spoken for, can I?”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“What?” Raquel reappeared in the doorway.

“He has a crush on Dilayla.” I watched the two lovebirds share a conspiratorial smile and rolled my eyes.

“Ya’ll get on my nerves.”

“Whatever, Nick,” Raquel said. “It’s okay. Dilayla’s beautiful, and you won’t be the first or last of her victims.”

“Nick Diamond ain’t nobody’s victim.” I pounded my chest in defiance.

Just at that moment, Dilayla sauntered in. “Hey, everyone.” She stopped and looked me up and down with a serene smile. “Hey, Nick!”

“Hey, mama. What it do?” I reached out for a hug. She fell into my arms and I kissed her forehead.

“Hmm,” Raquel said. She and Nick shared another conspiratorial smirk. I rolled my eyes and tossed them the finger.

I felt a little bashful. The kiss and embrace were effortless and natural, as if we did this all the time. As if last night’s experience was something that happened all the time.

I wondered if they knew what happened last night.

“How’s everything?” Raquel said, hugging her best friend.

“Girl, it’s good.” Dilayla sighed. “Brian’s drunk ass popped up at my house last night.”

“What?!” Raquel’s eyes widened as if I hadn’t previously told her this information. Concern filled her eyes. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I helped Nick clean up after everyone left. You know I’m over Brian at this point. I’m just… done.”

She looked sad for a moment, and I felt a small pang of jealousy. Fuck Brian. He left her wide open and I wanted her to myself. Only I had the right to make her sad—and the only time she’d be sad was when I wasn’t around her, making her smile.

“Okay, so…?” Raquel egged her on, getting Dilayla to spill the beans.

“I left him outside my door. If you don’t have time to give me what I need, I can’t allow myself to remain available to get hurt.” Dilayla looked at everyone, and her eyes settled on me. “I just need something solid and he’s inconsistent. If it’s been three or four days since I’ve spoken to you, and it’s clear that I’m not interested, get the hint.”

“Why not just tell him?” Kenny asked.

“Brian’s a jerk,” Raquel interrupted. Dilayla nodded in agreement as she said, “He honestly would only be egged on by the fact that she’s done with him. He thinks love is a game, and that it’s about persistence.”

“Exactly,” Dilayla said. She looked at me again, her eyes silently reaching out to me as she explained, “I left him outside my door and went to sleep. I’m just… done. Ready to move on instead of holding on to him.”

Raquel observed the eye contact between us. Her eyes glittered with optimism as she high-fived Dilayla, and said, “Yes, bitch. Drop the dead weight.”

Kenny’s eyes locked with mine. We engaged in a silent conversation, one where he acknowledged Dilayla’s bold indications of singleness. He nodded as if he approved and reached forward, grabbing his wife, who still wore that obnoxious but beautiful ring he’d just purchased. They shared a kiss, and I busted their moment by asking, “Aye, when are you going to get her a ring she can wear every day?”

“What do you mean?” Kenny asked. He grabbed his wife’s small hand and kissed it. “She can wear this every day.”

“Baby, you know this ring is beautiful, but it would help to have something a little more conservative. And we need to get this insured.” She looked a little anxious. “Even Kim Kardashian got robbed for her ring and it was almost this big.”

“You’re right,” Kenny murmured. “Just wear it for today. We’ll get you another one tomorrow. Okay?”

“Mmm, okay.” She kissed him with a big smile on her face.

“All this love shit is making me hungry,” Dilayla said. “I need food.” She turned to leave, giving me a full view of her behind. She wore joggers, but they weren’t baggy enough to keep that beautiful ass from being proudly on display. Coupled with her black and gold tank top and casual slides, she looked every bit casual glam.

“Where are you going when you just got here?” Raquel protested. “How are you hungry when you haven’t even lifted a box?”

“Because I am…” Dilayla whined. “How about you all keep packing, and I’ll go get pizza? Okay? Okay!” She nodded in affirmative and slid on her heels before anyone could continue.

Raquel’s jaw dropped but she rolled her eyes and laughed. “She’s so damn lazy!”

“I heard that!” Dilayla sang, tossing up a finger.

“Let me go with you. I’m hungry too.”

Raquel scoffed and Kenny snickered. “It’s all good, babe. I got a project for us in the back while they’re gone.”

He tossed me a knowing smirk and pulled her towards the bedroom, giving me a cue to run after Dilayla.

“Aye, babe.” I grabbed her arm before she could make it over to Raquel’s white and pink Mercedes. “Let’s take my car.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good, babe,” Dilayla responded, cavalier. “How are you?”

“I slept like a king, thanks to your sexy ass.”

“Mmm, I know you did,” she said. Her eyes traveled over my shorts and wifebeater. “I slept pretty nicely myself.”

“What? Even with your stalker sitting outside your door?”

“Uh, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “He had his chance.”

“Really?”

She nodded, but I pressed her, “What happened?”

“You really want to talk about this?” She waved out the window. “It’s a beautiful Saturday in Miami, we’re about to get pizza, and our best friends are fucking each other’s brains out. Why would you want to know about me and Brian?”

“Because I want to know more about you,” I emphasized the last letter, making it clear I was into her. “I want to know how anyone is crazy enough to let you get away.”

“Well, it’s pretty simple,” she said. “He didn’t want a commitment. I wanted one. He plays for the Dolphins. He doesn’t leave the bench, but he’s cute and from around here, so that makes him a catch for most women.”

“Hmph,” I grunted. “Where did you fit in?”

“We dated on and off since high school, and I just kept holding out this hope that if he would stop fucking around, he would realize I was the one he didn’t need to let go of. But last week, I saw him and another one of his hoes popped up. It was enough for me to let his ass go. I met you later that night, and I mean… I ain’t talked to him since.”

Her admission made my heart smile. She hadn’t talked to him since because I left a good impression. “Are you talking to anyone else?”

“I mean…” she sighed. “I might answer a few DMs here and there on Instagram, but I’m not really interested in anyone.”

“What about me?” I took it direct.

“What about you?” she challenged.

“I’m saying, are you interested in me?”

“Do you want me to be interested in you?” Her eyebrow cocked and she tickled my arm with her fingers, infusing the air with her soft scent.

“Baby, I’m definitely intrigued, I told you that.” I grabbed that hand and kissed it. “You’ve definitely got something to you that makes me want to get all into you, and I’m not talking just that pussy.”

She blushed and remained silent, but it was okay. I was ready for her and anything she put up. I knew she would be guarded because of that asshole before me, but I wasn’t coming to lose. Nick Diamond came to play. I wouldn’t give up until I got what I wanted, and right now, I wanted Dilayla’s heart.

We pulled up to the pizza place and ordered. After paying for the pies, we walked down the block to the supermarket. A few people stopped to ask for selfies, which I graciously accepted. At least one woman attempted to pass me her number, and I looked at her in disgust.

“Don’t you see this woman standing next to me?” I said. “Have some damn respect.”

I was so angry I stopped taking requests and returned to grabbing drinks with Dilayla. I growled in response. I was usually a player, but I just didn’t like how bold women were these days. Trust me, if I wanted a woman, she’d know. Boldness wasn’t required on her part.

As we stood in line, I checked my phone. I still had messages from Trinity, but I ignored them. I opened Instagram, watching the tags of several fans in their recent uploads.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Dilayla said. “But thank you.”

I said nothing, just opened my text messages and sent her a kiss emoji. Her phone went off and she dug into her purse.

“Oh, my God. You’re so silly. What’s that for?”

“I’m sending you a kiss. Put it where you want it, baby.” I smirked, handing the teenage cashier a hundred-dollar bill. “Keep the change, bro.”

I twisted the cap off Dilayla’s soda. She gave me the most adorable smile as she accepted the bottle. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” I winked. “What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?”

“Packing,” she grumbled. Her eyes rolled, letting me know she had no intention of being in good spirits. “Raquel has so much stuff, it’s insane. I’m sure she can’t take it all to Kenny’s, but I know she’ll try.”

I chuckled at her frustration. “She’ll be the one helping you when it’s your turn. She made a strange face at that comment, and I gave her a questioning grunt. “What’s the face for?”

“I don’t think that will be happening,” she said morosely. “I like my freedom.”

She spoke bold words, but I could see right through her. That was that tough cookie talk, and it was all thanks to her recent breakup with that Brian dude.

“Question.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t see yourself settling down with anyone?”

“Love is for suckers.” She stuck her tongue out and released a mischievous laugh, but I could see right through her. She was fighting off serious conversation about love and relationships. It only made me want to probe her even more.

“Sweetheart, I get it. You’ve been taken advantage of by a man who played your heart better than he played football. But he wasn’t ready for something real.”

This girl shrugged and said nothing, but I wouldn’t give up. I stopped dead in my tracks, and grabbed her pretty brown hand. “Look me in the eyes. You wouldn’t give in to the opportunity if you found the right one?”

Goosebumps spread over her arm, and her pupils eclipsed her brown eyes as she opened up to what I was saying. For a moment—a split second—I could see my words getting through to that soft, sweet spot in her soul. Her breath hitched, and she paused.

“What are you asking me?” Her tone was suspicious.

“I’m asking you to tell me the truth, baby. Your best friend met the love of her life and they married one week later. You don’t think there’s men out here who are ready for love and willing to sweep you off your feet, should you cross their path?” She tried to pull her hand away, but I held on. “Come on, answer me.”

“I don’t think I’m even capable of thinking about love at this point,” she said honestly. “I’ve lost so much time behind my ex, and we just split a few days ago. Can I have fun? Flirt? Enjoy a little playtime with someone down to keep it simple and passionate?” She tilted her head in contemplation and nodded. “Yeah, totally. But I don’t know if I’m even meant to have… what Raquel has. We’ve always been different.”

“That’s bullshit,” I cut in. “Beneath that tough playgirl exterior, there’s a bruised, battered yet beautiful heart waiting to be healed and brought back to life. You just need the right man to run up on you.”

The tiniest amount of fear flashed through her eyes as I called her on her shit. I didn’t wait for her to argue with me. My heart raced at the breathless look on her face, but it only motivated me as I leaned in and pushed my lips against her. I was urgent to feel her love, to make her let go of this cool and nonchalant facade she held.

I swear, I didn’t know what it was about her, but I wanted her. All of her. And I wasn’t against being aggressive in making her realize how badly I wanted to feel her, mind, body, and soul.

She moaned. Her body softened as I sucked the orange soda off her tongue and groaned back. Fuck! Just kissing this girl made my dick hard.

I couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her. I needed to savor and feel my way inside of her.

“Papi…”

Her smooth, soft, fragranced hand pushed its way up my neck, her perfume hugging my nostrils. They trailed up to my ears before her nails pushed into my scalp, desperately grasping and massaging my curls.

Having her so close felt heavenly. The toughest shells always had the sweetest juice. I wanted to savor every drop.

“I think the pizza’s ready, papi.” She wiped her lip with red cheeks as she pulled away. I could see why she was embarrassed; we had quite an audience taking pictures of us as we kissed.

“Sorry, love.”

“Not a problem, babe.”

We made it back to the pizza shop just in time to pick up the pies. I passed her the bag of drinks so I could get the pizza. We were sharing small talk about how good the food smelled when I saw a very familiar face.

Trinity.

Fuck.

Dilayla

Stress filled my head as I recognized the woman dressed in the yellow sundress with matching thong sandals. She stood by the passenger side of Nick’s car, arms crossed, with a scowl over her face.

“Well, well, well…” She sneered. “If it isn’t Little Miss Thot Pocket from King of Diamonds.”

The up and down evil eye she gave me would have made me shrink, if it weren’t for the fact that, one, I didn’t get intimidated by other women, and two, Nick was clearly riding me for attention.

“Tuh.” I looked at Nick and stepped to the side. I was bumming it in a tank and some joggers, so a fight wouldn’t have been a problem, but I had class. I refused to lose my cool over a chick who had no respect for the fact that she wasn’t wanted.

“Hey, Trinity. What’s up?” Nick walked around the back of his car. He was nonchalant as he opened the back door. “Here, babe.” He reached out to me, signaling me to meet him with the bag of drinks.

I cautiously stepped around Trinity, aiming not to give her any airtime as I handed him the bags.

“What do you mean, ‘What’s up?’” she said. “You know damn well what my problem is. I haven’t heard from you in days. I’m thinking something’s wrong with you, but you’ve clearly been laid up with this one.”

I suppressed my snicker. I knew mamacita had to feel some kind of way that me and him were nearly hand in hand. She probably saw us kissing down the street moments before. I knew Nick’s side of the story, but I also knew men lied on everything. Depending on the relationship they shared, if he was with her more recently than he admitted, seeing him with me could’ve been major disrespect.

“Here, mama.” Nick opened the driver’s side door and handed me the keys. I looked at him weirdly. What the fudge? I didn’t know how to drive this expensive sports car he had.

He looked at me tenderly, and gave me another kiss on the cheek as he assisted me into the car. “Try to slide into the passenger’s seat. If you can’t, that’s cool. Give me a minute to talk to her.”

“Cool.” I resisted the urge to turn on the car. It was hot but I was nosy. I wanted to hear as much of this exchange possible.

“Are you for real right now?” Trinity said. Her body shook with anger. “I can’t reach you, but you’re out with the next bitch like I’m nothing!”

“Trin, chill out.” There was a lethal chill to Nick’s words. “I’m a single man. I have the right to be out with any woman I want to be out with. You need to accept that.”

“But what’s wrong with me?” Trin’s voice cracked with hurt. “Why can’t we just get right so you can be with me?”

“You can’t be serious right now.” I couldn’t see his expression but I could imagine how vexed he looked. “I already told you when we stopped messing around six months ago, that I can’t do the baby-mama drama you come with. You have three kids and their fathers are fucking crazy.” Nick went into detail, just for the record. “Your tires were slashed. Your windows were smashed in. I started receiving crazy calls from that dude. He tried to go on social media and act like I broke ya’ll up—and then he had the nerve to try to kick in the door when I came over.”

What the hell kinda unicorn pussy did this girl have? My eyes bugged at all that tea. It was a lot of gossip.

Trinity shrank and lowered her voice, as if she realized I were there listening the entire time. I damn sure was. This was crazy. “I understand Tyson’s wild, but I can’t control that. I told him we were done.”

Wait… Tyson? Tyson, Brian’s best friend Tyson. I wanted to speak up so bad, but remained silent. Tyson and Brian were ultra-players, but Tyson was a little off the deep end when it came to his jealousy. Those behaviors she spoke of correlated with the one Tyson in Miami I knew capable of such stupidity. His status and money were the only things keeping him from really getting his ass whooped if it were the case.

Trinity and Nick went back and forth. No matter what, Nick was solid on his lack of interest or interaction with Trinity for six months. Trinity never denied that, she just kept pressing him to let go of his issues with Tyson.

“Trinity!” Nick bellowed. “I won’t stand here all day and argue with you about my decisions. I gave it several months, and it never got better. You are dear to me, okay? Of all the other women I’ve dealt with, I actually cared—and still care—for you, however it’s not romantic.”

The anvil dropped in my heart. This was getting real.

“I haven’t dealt seriously with other women in months. Months. Because I’ve spent time with you, even though I’ve told you we can’t be anything more than friends. We can’t. It’s impossible. I’m not getting charges behind this crazy jackass you decided to have a baby with. Nobody in their right mind would.”

“Nick, I can share.”

Those low-spoken words silenced him. I felt my heart race up when I heard her say that. Share what?

“What?” He crossed his arms.

“I said,” she gestured to the car, “I can share. With her.”

Oh, heeeeeeeell no. Now this chick was crazy, certified, motherfucking psycho. My days of pretending it was okay to share a man like a co-op crop were over. All it did was break my heart in the end. As long as a man didn’t have to choose, he wouldn’t.

“Fuck, no.” Nick bellowed. He and Trinity exchanged heated words. She was incensed that he turned down her offer, because it was a compromise. He was pissed she even offered it in the first place.

“Where’s your self-respect?” he asked.

“You didn’t have a problem with it when we were bringing girls into the bedroom,” she taunted. She raised her voice loud enough for me to hear it. Little did she know, I wasn’t hip to that game as well. Almost every woman desperate to keep a baller would allow him to bring another woman—or more—in the bedroom. It wasn’t acceptable for most average women, but it was a reality I learned from Brian.

I liked women sometimes—but on my terms, not as a condition of being with someone. Most women were allowed desperation to exploit them. I’d been one of them.

The pang of heartache hit me; the hold Nick had on her was the same Brian had on me—until Nick walked in my life.

I felt bad for her. Nick respected her enough to tell her the truth, yet she fought to hold on to him. And even disrespected herself in order to plead her case.

Nick must have been an amazing catch; as nasty as she was to me, there wasn’t any way to deny her beauty.

Trinity had options. If the Tyson she mentioned was the same Tyson I knew, he was a gorgeous example. Half black, half white, stellar build with green eyes and lots of money. He would just never be faithful, which was normal for a young twenty-five-year-old with money.

As if on cue, Brian messaged me again. Why are you wilding out, Dee? I looked and saw he’d been texting me all day. I didn’t have time for him. I slept great after my night with Nick, woke nice and late in the morning, and spent an hour with Morelli. She taught me the basics of pole. Afterward, I came straight to Raquel’s. Now, here I was with Nick.

Brian wouldn’t give me anything but the same old mess. A couple of hours with him, in which I was supposed to behave gratefully for his attention while other women fought to steal him away.

Trinity burst into tears as Nick repeated, perhaps for the twelve-millionth time, that he was done entertaining her romantically. “If you can’t handle being my friend, and respecting the woman sitting in the driver’s seat, he pointed at me, “as my potential woman, then we have to go our separate ways.”

Trinity turned and looked into the car. She locked eyes with me, and the pain in her eyes was tough to swallow, but truth was truth.

Nick clarified where his attention was: on me. And thank God, he was man enough not to fall in line with her lurid suggestion to share. I would have been done at that point, walking or catching a Lyft instead of wasting any more of my time under his seductive spell.

I couldn’t hear what she said, but I watched pull him a few feet away from the car. She whispered something in his ear, to which he nodded. They shared a hug, but it wasn’t sexy or romantic. It seemed to be a sad, parting hug. As their arms broke away, she regretfully drew her fingers over his forearms and held onto his hands. Her eyes looked mournfully at me, she gave a grim half smile, half-dried tears glistening her face, and turned to walk off.

Nick’s expression was of distressed relief, a mixture of pain caused by him letting her down harshly, and the exhalation of closure. Whatever she told him, she accepted that they were done.

He re-entered the car with a sense of solitude.

“You okay?” I looked at him, truly concerned. Without thinking, I reached out for his hand and squeezed it. “I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

“Oh, baby girl, it was very easy.” His hazel eyes blazed, their seriousness burning into me. “I know what I want. I want a real woman who’s down to let me show up for her. Someone I can have fun with, relax with, build with—have kids with. Trinity’s an amazing woman. Amazing.”

“But?”

Nick’s eyes narrowed with frustration. “She ain’t you!” He flipped his hand and squeezed mine. “Look, mama. I don’t know whether you’ll realize this today, tonight, tomorrow, or next month. But I’ve made a firm decision that I don’t want anyone else but you. Have I had options? Hell yeah.”

“I know—”

“Hush.” His tone lethal, but the yearning in his expression balanced its ferocity. “I know you know—and I also know you gon’ let me finish.”

I blushed, and my nipples hardened. He was so aggressive and passionate. It was sexy.

“I don’t know what it is, mami, but YOU have my full attention. I’ve never felt this way before about any woman, and I refuse to fuck around with whatever this is between us. You have me in full entirety.”

My heart buckled and the gasp escaped me. Nick was dead serious about there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel his sincerity, but I still rolled my eyes and scoffed. Pressing my finger to his lips, I pursed mine and retired, “Boy, don’t you go talking shit you can’t keep up with.”

My sass triggered him to go full predator on me.

“Trust me, baby girl… I’m patient. I can wait. You’ve been hurt, so you’re guarding your heart. Trust me, your heart is my focus, but the rest of you?” He snaked his tongue around my finger and pulled it between his lips. Sucking on me sensually, my eyes lowered from the pleasure. I never knew my fingertips could be so sensitive.

“Really?” I moaned.

“Mmhm,” he groaned. Pushing my finger out, he looked me in the eyes. “One day you’ll give into me, and when you do, I’m going all in. I’m gonna tame your heart and that pussy.”

Nick

Baby girl and I got back to Raquel’s place a little later than we expected. We used her key to get in, because Kenny and Raquel weren’t answering.

Dilayla went to the back while I set up the pizza. She groaned in jest as she made her way back. “Of course they weren’t texting us and asking why we took so long.”

“Why?”

“They’ve been fucking!” She laughed. “I walk in and they’re both in there sleeping like babies, almost naked as the day they were born.”

“Wake their asses up.” I shook my head. They had us come over for what? To pack while they slept?

“No, let them sleep,” Dilayla said, reaching for the counter. “I gotta get a picture of them first.”

“The fuck you will,” Kenny interjected from the doorway. He had his sweatpants on, but remained shirtless, exposing his chiseled body. We both took pride in showing off the hard work we maintained in the gym. “Took ya’ll lovebirds long enough.”

“Lovebirds?” Dilayla said. “We’re not the ones passed out from another afternoon of fucking.”

“Aye,” Kenny protested. “There was packing and fucking. It’s a lot of work.” Raquel called out to him. He tilted his head toward the back. “Let me go check on her.”

* * *

Raquel and Kenny finally woke up after we ate, and we continued packing until a little after nine p.m. By that time, the pizza was finished and everyone was famished and fatigued.

“I need a shower,” Raquel announced. “I think we’re done for today.”

She looked at Dilayla and me. “Thanks, guys. Wanna order more food, or…?”

“Bitch, I’s tired,” Dilayla cut her off. “Dilayla is going home.”

“I’s?” I looked at her. “We talking like Buckwheat now?”

“Yes, we is.” She looked at me pointedly. The smooth, buttery smirk on her tired face made me ache to reach out and touch her.

Raquel and Kenny smiled at each other again and I gave them narrow eyes in response before flipping the bird. I’d been sneaking glances at her when she wasn’t looking all afternoon, longing for her to give in to me. Everything about her was delicious, including the way she sweat. She had no idea how badly I wanted to give her this eleven. The newlyweds had caught me staring all day, only to share conspiratorial looks with each other and taunt me.

I loved and hated how in sync those two were, especially because it was obvious where my attention was.

“It’s late at night. I don’t want Dilayla paying forty dollars for an Uber. Can you take her home, Nick?” Raquel launched her suggestion with an innocence that was only betrayed by the glitter in her eyes. “Please?”

“Sure,” I replied a little too excitedly, giving away my cool. “Ready, mami?”

Dilayla shot daggers at Raquel, blushing—she’d been put on the spot. “Girl, I’ma kill you. I can get home fine, thank you!”

“Well, I would just prefer you to be safe, you know with Brian’s crazy ass.”

I stiffened at the comment. Brian had already shown his ass last night. I had no interest in hearing about him coming around and making a scene again. I was protective of Dilayla, and didn’t know what his wild ass was capable of.

“Oh, then I’m definitely dropping you off,” I insisted. I grabbed her pretty, grimy hand and kissed it. “Let’s go.”

We said our goodbyes and headed to my whip. Dilayla had driven before, but I held open the passenger door for her, determined to show her my chivalry.

“Give me your address, babe.”

She rattled it off wearily and leaned back in her seat. I put on the Kevin Gates playlist on TIDAL, and put the car in drive.

“Thank you for giving me a ride,” she said, yawning. “I’m so tired.”

“It’s been a long day, babe. I got you.” I reached out and patted her hand. I didn’t want to let go, so I held onto it, swirling my thumb in her palm. “Do you need to stop anywhere?”

“No, thanks. I’m just exhausted. I need to get a shower. Wash this day off.”

“Has Brian contacted you?”

“Yeah.”

“What he want?”

“He’s just talking crazy,” she said. “I hope he’s not at my place. I’m just… good.”

“You live in an apartment or house?”

“I have an apartment, but it’s on the first floor of the building,” she explained that the apartment complex was made up of a bunch of duplex buildings. Her car was parked outside, and we would be able to see Brian’s car on the way in, if he was there.

When we pulled up, sure enough, his car was there. “Grief,” Dilayla grumbled. “When you’re finally done with someone, and they won’t let go…”

“It’s the worst, isn’t it?” I agreed as I looked at her. I thought of my earlier exchange with Trinity. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wouldn’t sacrifice my chances with Dilayla to keep her comfortable either.

“At least she gave you a few tears and kept it moving,” Dilayla said quietly. “I don’t know what Brian will do. If she’s talking about the same Tyson I know—he’s a local promoter, right?”

“Green eyes and shit?”

She nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, that’s him. He and Brian are best friends. They’re both drama queens when they don’t get their way.”

My heart thumped in alarm. I wasn’t interested in a dramatic confrontation, but Dilayla had a spell on me, and besides, I had some pull when it came to Brian.

Unlike with Tyson, or Brian, I was a respected vet at the Dolphins. Brian was a benchman. If he got crazy, it was nothing but a matter of phone calls. He’d be in the office begging not to be cut or traded before he could blink.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, mami,” I assured. “I meant everything I said. His crazy ass couldn’t keep me from you.”

Even in the dark, I could see the glow of her beauty as she blushed from my words. I meant everything I said. She wouldn’t lose me that easily, especially now that I knew she wasn’t kicking it with him.

“Pull into this spot,” she suggested. “That blue Mustang is my car. I own this extra space for visitors.”

I listened to her, parked, and instructed her to wait for me. I walked around to her side of the car, opening the door for her and helping her out.

“Let me walk you inside.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Brian was tall and muscular, but I didn’t care. We were eye to eye, but there was no way in hell he could take me if it came to that. I could smell the weed on him, and it was clear he was high as fuck.

“What’s up, man?” I held out my hand. “Anything I can help you with?”

He waved me off. “Fuck out the way, man.” He looked at Dilayla. “Girl,00 stop playing and send this dude home.”

“Brian,” Dilayla said. “We’re done.”

“Done?” he scoffed. “We’re done when I say we’re done. Don’t let this old motherfucker make you lose your grip on reality. I was your first. You’ll always be mine.”

His words pissed me off. Yeah, I was jealous he was her first, but even more, I was furious he thought he could talk to her crazy, especially about his sexual prowess. Even if he were great, King Kong had nothing on me.

“Babe, go inside,” I urged, before turning to him. Stepping up in his face, I looked him eye to eye. “Motherfucker, let me tell you something. You ain’t nothing but a little boy playing man. You think you’re running shit because you’re cute with a bunch of little baddies pumped full of silicone on your dick cause you rock a Dolphins jersey? Brother, I am the Dolphins. One phone call and your ass will be in Cleveland. Have some fucking respect.”

I stepped back and grabbed Dilayla’s beautiful ass by the waist, pulling her to the side. Since she didn’t want to listen and go inside, I would make it clear she wasn’t going back to him.

I would also be crystal fucking clear on my intentions with her.

“And as for that dick game? You might have a few stroke skills but that ain’t shit I promise. Anything you can do to her body, I’ve already perfected. Don’t fuck with a masterpiece if you can’t handle its beauty.” Adding fuel to the fire, I pushed harder. “You broke her so she came to me, and I’ll make her forget you ever existed.”

I squeezed that plump ass for effect, making her gasp in shock. My dick wanted to jump, plunge itself between her legs, but the rest of me was focused on proving my point.

Brian and I stared each other down. Dilayla’s ass trembled in my hand while she stood to the side of me. Her arm leaned onto me for support and I hugged her closer.

Brian noticed the way she curled into me, vulnerable yet safe in my arms and sneered.

“Fuck both you motherfuckers,” he spat before walking off. He brushed past me hard, but I let it slide.

“Stay away from her, or you’d better hope I don’t tell them to drug test your bum ass,” I called after him.

He threw up a finger but kept moving. I watched him until he was out of sight. It was clear he was nothing but an arrogant knucklehead.

“You good, love?”

I turned to her. She looked up at me as she nodded. “Yes, thank you.” Her eyes were wide with shock. “I can’t believe how much of a dick he is, or that I couldn’t even see it until now.”

“Sometimes, we’re so desperate for love that our ego chooses the lie instead of truth,” I said.

“Deep,” she commented. “Where’s that from?”

I shrugged. “Some quote on love my mother read in a book.”

I thought about what I said as I followed her inside. That quote was never truer than it was in that moment. I was never victim to the wrong woman, but many women were victims to me, and the woman I was losing my cool over was a victim to someone who honestly couldn’t do shit for her.

Dilayla

“You thirsty?”

I turned to Nick, stopping right at the door. The sweltering heat, and the confrontation with Brian, had me desperate for a bottle of water. I’m sure he felt the same with his bold, brave ass.

Nick shook his head, pulled me close, and cupped my jaw. “Baby girl, you know what I want, and it ain’t no damn bottle of water.”

His hungry gaze melted me, the desire was intense and my pussy threatened to leak down my legs. I leaned forward, reaching around him to lock the door, and our lips met in a hungry caress.

He pulled back, and his eyes caressed me from my head to my toes and back up. His hazel eyes paused when they came to my cleavage.

“You have the most enticing bead of sweat, running down your tits.” He leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned, guttural and rough. “Sweet as shit for real, baby.”

“Baaaaabe…” I grasped his arms, thick caramel and muscular, my head leaning back in full receipt of his oral caress. This was so primal it couldn’t be premeditated, and the raw passion in the moment turned me completely out. “I need a shower.”

“Fuck your shower,” he said. “I’ll tongue bathe your ass.”

Nick growled and peeled down the front of my tank top, exposing my breasts. They were upright and perky, braless thanks to a light breast lift I’d gotten done. The nipples were erect and screaming for his attention. His tongue leaned out and licked one, causing my knees to buckle. Instead of letting me fall, Nick scooped me up with both hands, his lips fully latched onto my breast, and carried me to the back.

Nick had never been to my place, but he expertly guided us to back where my bedroom was, almost missing the opportunity to flick on the light.

“You’ve been here before?” I asked, jokingly.

“Maybe when you weren’t home,” he replied. “I stole some of your panties.” He resumed sucking my nipple, but I snickered at his silliness.

“You’re crazy,” I said, moaning again.

“Only for you… and this wet pussy I’m about to bust open.”

He lay me on the bed, and rolled my tank top up. I really wanted to cool off, but he wasn’t having it.

“I’m marking my territory, and while you’ve been packing all day, you barely broke a sweat,” he said. “I love the scent you’re giving off. That pussy smells sweet as hell.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. I was getting wetter and wetter by the moment, and didn’t know how long it would be before I flooded. Nick would make me cum before I even got to feel a stroke of his thick dick.

Nick continued to peel my clothes off. He pulled down my pants, so my pussy was on display.

“No panties? You just knew you were giving me this pussy, huh?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His thick, pink tongue snaked from between his lips and slid up mine, giving my cunt a kiss that made me fall apart.

I arched my back against my bed. Nick locked my thighs in his arms and pushed his sexy face in further. He devoured me, lick by lick. I’m sure his face was coated with my juices, but I couldn’t confirm. All I could see were his shiny black curls as he shook his head, ordering me to stay still.

“Stop fighting and spread them lips so I can eat that sweet cat,” he growled, animalistic and commanding.

Pleasure raked my body as he gripped me in his arms and snaked his tongue all over my pussy lips and clit. I could feel the magic of his touch flow from my core and spread over my body until I was covered with goosebumps.

Nick bit, nipped, nibbled, and dragged his teeth along my inner thighs, slapping and gripping me as I surrendered to him. God, he was nasty.

With each moment that passed, I developed a sense of dissonance. I lost track of time and sensibility, and moaned wildly. My pussy was the center of the universe, and it was focused completely on Nick’s juicy lips, which made love to me as if he were eating his last meal before the electric chair.

My breath deepened and my chest heaved, uninhibited moans escaping my body as I felt my first orgasm come to the surface.

“Shit! Nick… fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”

“Well, come on then,” he said. “I ain’t moving.”

I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, using my other hand to caress my nipples. “Goddamn, daddy, eat this pussy then.”

“Fuck, yes. I love when you call me daddy,” he growled. “Say that shit again.”

I closed my eyes and rode the wave of bliss Nick provided. As I melted, oozing every drop of my sex into his mouth, he responded by hungrily slurping and eating nearly every ounce of my climax. I could feel the excess of my wetness slip down between my ass crack, and he brought his tongue down there and slowly, precisely licked me clean there too.

Nick pulled his lips away and climbed up to meet me. He hovered over me and we gazed at each other, eye to eye. His chin was sopping wet, soaked with my juices. I gave him a smirk of amusement.

“Did you enjoy your meal?”

“I don’t know, baby. How about you go ahead and tell me how it tastes?”

He kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth and swirling it around. His kiss was heavy, urgent with need, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I moaned as the flavor of my ecstasy filled my mouth. Nothing turned me on like tasting myself off the lips of my lover, especially one like Nick, who seemed insatiable.

I pulled his tank off, revealing a perfect twelve-pack to feel on. He didn’t have any tattoos on his chest, which kind of surprised me, considering the sleeves he had on his arms.

“Your body is so perfect, babe,” I whispered, admiring the gorgeousness he was built with. “You’re fucking solid.”

“Mmm, you ain’t felt solid yet, love.” He smiled, and fumbled below with one hand. He nodded his chin down, his way of instructing me to feel his cock.

“SHIT!” I gasped. “Coño. Your dick is fucking huge, daddy.”

My eyes widened in disbelief when I felt it. I’d felt its hardness when I lap danced on him the other night, and whenever he pressed himself against me from behind and smooshed that thick, black cock between my soft cheeks. But in my hand for the first time, I was actually scared. That big, black cock… was a true big, black cock.

“You okay?” he said, in response to the way my eyes widened with shock. I was rendered speechless, but managed to utter how big it was—again.

“The better to fuck you with, my dear.” His eyes were low and hazy with lust.

“I don’t know, papi.” I looked at it, thick and veiny. “That’s a lot of inches.”

“Eleven, if we’re counting,” he confirmed, nodding in acknowledgement. I gasped in horror. I don’t think I’d ever felt anything that large. He kissed me and reassured, “Baby, I know how to use it. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

I said nothing, just held him in awe, my hand slowly caressing him up and down. His hand slid down my body and a sturdy finger swirled in my honeypot.

After all the shit I talked, there was no way I could actually take this man and front like this wouldn’t happen. He was ready, and I was too. I was just… intimidated.

“Damn, you’re nice and wet. Let me work my way in slowly. Or,” he stopped and looked at me, “I can lay back and you can get on top and ease your way down. I’ll let you control the pace.” I remained silent and he teased, “Let me find out you talked all that shit and can’t take it.” He adjusted to lay next to me on the bed. He stroked up and down his dick, and my mouth watered. That big, black, beautiful staff looked majestic and even colored. I couldn’t take it, and reached for it. He tilted it away from me. “Nah, baby. You have two options. Suck it or ride it.”

I wasn’t ready to choke, so I sat up and boldly straddled him. My eyes locked with his and I threw him a look of vulnerability.

“Okay, fine,” I confessed. “This is a lot to handle. I’m a little scared.”

His deviant look softened. “Trust me, just take control. I’ll lay back and coach you, so you don’t have to worry about taking too much at once.” He pulled me down to murmur in my ear. “Dilayla, I know your thick ass can handle me. You just need to relax. I don’t want to do anything but make you moan my name. I just want to feel you clamp around my dick with those tight walls, squeezing and crying my name while I make you cum like no other man ever has.”

I thought I was hot and wet before? Child, please! I was sopping. He could’ve soaked me up with a biscuit.

My lips met Nick’s in earnest affection. I explored his mouth passionately, letting our tongues tango before I pulled away. My hands raked down his sexy chest, rubbed all over his twelve-pack.

We made eye contact while I slowly rose up to rub his cock against my folds. His eyes narrowed from the sweet torture. He bit his lip and groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the pillows. “Baby, please don’t do me like that.”

“Okay, daddy,” I whispered. “I won’t.”

I lifted one leg just enough to give him direct access to my body. With a firm grip, I slowly eased down on his shaft.

Nick was all man—hard, thick, and flawless. The wide, bulbous head of his cock slid between my lips, spreading apart my walls with sensational friction that made me coo in response. I hissed and tossed my head back, my nipples hardening as I realized, “Gosh damn, papi, this shit feels so perfect.”

My eyes were closed, but I could feel his eyes caress my body. A strong hand embraced my breast and traveled to my hips, holding tenderly. “Just ease up and down. Make yourself comfortable.”

With every rock back and forth, up and down, I allowed myself the exquisite experience of Nick deep inside me. Before long, I was pistoning at my own pace.

“Damn, baby… I’m all the way inside you. You see that?” Nick said. His eyes looked at me admirably. “I told you, you could take it.”

I giggled and licked my lips in response. “Yeah, I told you—Dilayla ain’t no punk.”

“Nope,” he agreed. “Dilayla is sexy, enticing, seductive… enchanting…” He groaned and tossed his head back as I rotated my hips. “… And she knows how to ride dick like a pro.”

Nick’s hands firmly gripped my hips, just enough to hold on while I continued to take control. I appreciated how carefully he made sure to indicate I had full control over the experience.

"You’ve got pretty tits,” Nick confessed. “Your nipples are gorgeous. I’ve been licking my lips at these pretty titties all day.”

“Oh?” I scooped my full D-cups and jiggled them as I swiveled my hips. “Have you?” He responded by groaning, and then sat up.

“Baby, lay down…” He positioned himself between my legs. “You’ve nice and wet, but I know we can do better.”

Nick kissed me tenderly, and his tongue passionately probed its way between my lips to meet mine. My heart leapt as I felt him slap his dick on my clit, spanking it until I was nice and engorged.

Nick’s kisses spread from my face to all over my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, kissing my nose, chin, eyelids, and cheek. “You have no idea how much of a treat it is for me to have you like this.”

His sweet words almost made my wet, sensitive body burst into flames. Brian never said anything this lovely to me. He was always focused on himself, his pleasure, and he seemed to prefer doggy more and more instead of anything that allowed me to look him in the face.

I knew then and there that no matter what, Brian and I were truly fucking done. We hadn’t been involved since I met Nick, and I couldn’t tell where Nick and I were going, but I knew Brian no longer had access to me.

Nick reawakened the carnal desires inside me when he pushed through. Lying on my back, the pleasure was even greater because friction swelled my walls, creating a tighter fit. My head tossed back as a cry of sexual relief escaped my tingling lips.

“Fuck, baby, why you gotta look so good while you taking this dick?” Nick said. “You’re gonna make me nut all in you… give you a baby.”

I shot him a look like he was crazy, even through the ecstatic contortions of my face. “You crazy… I don’t do ‘baby mama.’”

“I know,” he said. “I’ll marry your ass. I don’t want anyone seeing these gorgeous fuck faces you make. You won’t want anyone else inside you anyway. Matter of fact, I’m just putting it out there,” Nick declared. “You’re mine. I don’t give a fuck about that other guy calling you and sniffing around you. I know he’s not getting any because he’s acting crazy, and you’ve only been around me.”

I gasped from his boldness, turned on by the way he claimed me for himself, without even asking me—just telling me it was his.

And of course, it was. There wouldn’t be any argument from me. My heart was so scared, but so open… and my body had completely surrendered to him. My nails grabbed desperately at his chiseled arms. I held on for dear life and I screamed his name and my lower body quaked from the orgasm that ripped through me.

Nick held me as I cried out, writhed and bucked beneath him. A sense of delirious calm washed over me. I lost track of time with him inside me. He leaned down to kiss me, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, when, without warning, another orgasm pummeled from within.

“Let me keep you, mami. Say it’s mine, and let’s stop the games,” he urged, his voice low and serious. My walls swelled around him, and I could hear the blood pound through my chest when he repeated himself.

“Mami, say it’s mine.”

I fought against telling him it was, giving him the truth he needed to hear. I didn’t want to surrender my heart so easily. It had belonged to someone else for so long, and I still got hurt. How could I trust him—and in the middle of sex, at that?

But the way he groaned, cupped my face with his hand, and demanded, “Look at me,” changed everything. When our eyes locked, I felt something vulnerable from within him reach into my soul and pierce the hardest, most resistant piece of me.

I want you, his eyes said. All of you. I don’t want to share. I don’t want to play games. I want all of you.

I felt the tears come to my eyes as he smashed those full lips into me, and groaned into the kiss.

I shattered. My entire body exploded. And I confessed, “It’s yours.”

“Ah, fuck,” Nick groaned. I felt his dick swell even harder. “Can I keep it?”

“What?”

“Can I keep you?”

“Yes…” There wasn’t any use in fighting anymore.

My words overwhelmed him with passion. Nick kissed my neck as he shoved my thighs apart. He thrust with erotic jealousy and possession, each searing thrust kidnapping my pussy with pleasure as he growled, “I’m fucking my name all into this pussy.”

My eyes rolled in the back of my head. He already had, he just didn’t know it. My hands reached up for Nick’s chest and stomach, fingering those washboard abs as he kept my legs apart, pounding and pounding away at me until he tossed his head back, bared his teeth and roared.

“FUCK!”

Hot pulses of cum released inside of me. Nick slowed his thrusts to a stop as he nutted, but he pulled out just enough to hit my G-spot. I thought I was completely spent, that I couldn’t take anymore, but he circled the huge head back and forth over its speed-bump rigidity, hissing with delight as he coaxed it to maximum sensitivity. I bit my lip, lost control of my eyes as they rolled all over and squirted all over the bed.

“That’s right,” he said. “That’s my super soaker pussy right there.” He lowered himself between my legs and lapped up the juices. I wanted to kick him away but at this point, my entire body dissolved into gelatin. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I simply whimpered in weak, submissive protest, clearly aware that I was completely under his control.

Deep tranquility washed over me. My eyes lulled, and I felt myself melting into the bed. Nick’s bodyweight caused the bed to lighten as he stepped off. I could hear him walk into the bathroom and turn on the sink water. Moments later, I heard the water cut off. His body heat washed over me as he wiped the hot washcloth over my nether regions in touching intimacy. I heard the steps move further and further away, into the kitchen.

He returned. “Here, baby, have some water.”

“I can’t even move,” I whined.

He laughed as he eased onto the bed next to me. “I told you I would wear you out.”

“Mmph.”

He chuckled and turned out the light, allowing me to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around me.

“Good night, love.”

Nick

I woke spent, pleasured, with Dilayla in my arms. We spooned last night, but this morning she was actually turned and facing me.

Her bare-faced beauty and slumbering innocence was adorable. I took my time to look at her. Her hair was wild, loose from the fucking we had.

Baby girl put it on me. She didn’t even know how tight, wet, and perfect that waxed little pussy felt grinding up and down on my cock. And when I came deep inside her?

Shit, if she wasn’t pregnant, something was wrong with my sperm count.

I chuckled to myself, accidentally rousing her from her sleep. “Hm?” she groaned.

“Good morning, mami,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She scrunched her nose.

“Your morning breath.”

“Pussy and pizza without a toothbrush will do that to you,” I countered. I pressed another kiss on her. “Your breath ain’t that beautiful either.”

I was lying. It wasn’t the sweetest, but it was still welcome in my eyes. Waking up next to her was worth that mini sacrifice.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Hard,” she confessed. “I had crazy-ass dreams.”

“Do tell,” I wanted to know.

“I had this ill dream we were at King of Diamonds. We went to VIP and made out while girls danced for us.”

“No fucking?”

“Hmmm… these are my dreams, not yours.” She yawned before coyly adding, “Yes. There was fucking.”

“Was I good?”

“I was amazing.” A serene, satisfied smile filled her face as she closed her eyes and lay there in silence.

I thought about the way she got excited at the bachelor party, and this dream she had. There was no jealous bone in her body when it came to women.

“Are you into girls?” I had to ask.

“I am… I like to play with them, that’s about it.” She shrugged. “Why?”

“Just wondering. You seemed really into the strippers, and I don’t know women who have wild dreams like yours.”

“I mean, it’s not like I have to have a woman. I’m just not afraid to explore and play a little,” she admitted.

The idea of playing with Dilayla and another woman seemed sexy, but the truth was… that ass was mine. That ass, that pussy, those lips, those thighs. It was all mine.

“That’s sexy and all mamita, but I’ma let you know right now—all this is mine.” I grabbed a handful of her pretty morning ass and jiggled it. “I ain’t fucking sharing none of this with nobody, not even your sexiest stripper friend.”

“Aw, man,” Dilayla groaned with a face of false discouragement. “I thought we would have a little fun.”

I looked at her like she had three heads. “Girl, you wild. I meant what I said. That pussy is mine. All mine. All of you… belongs to all of me. You ain’t even gotta worry about any of that sharing shit.”

“Ha!” Dilayla mused. “Is that why you got mad at homegirl when she offered to share?”

“Hell yeah!” I said. “She wasn’t built like that, and even if she were, I already knew I wasn’t planning to share you with anyone.”

“Since when?”

“Since the moment you stepped into VIP that night and I kicked her ass out for disrespecting you.”

Her sultry, come-on smile lit up the bright room even more. “I have to admit there’s always been this wild sexual heat between us.”

“I know,” I said. “And after last night, there’s no mistaking I want you.”

She looked at me and traced her hand along my chest. “Do you… still want me? I mean, after last night—I know we say things in the heat of the moment. It’s okay if you were just high off the sex, hon.”

I grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I told you how I felt about you before I even got inside you. I told you the other night. I told you that while I told Trinity that—to her face—which I know your little nosy ass was listening to. I told you that last night when I told your ex to go kick rocks.”

I nibbled on her neck as I growled. “I told you that when I pushed my face between those thick, spicy thighs of yours and made you cum all over my face.”

She whimpered in surrender, and I pressed my fingers against her wet opening, ready for round two. I slid a digit in her slick wetness and roused her to life.

“Dilayla, this pussy is amazing.” I pulled my finger out and sucked the juice off. “Got my dick hard as fuck right now. But the truth is you’re more than pussy… and I want every bit of you. I know what I said last night, and there wasn’t any alcohol in my system when I spoke. Please stop questioning me, and let me show you better than I can tell you. I want you.”

“And I want breakfast.” She pushed herself up, giving me a full view of her morning beauty. I pulled her close, telling her she couldn’t leave until she gave me her funky morning kiss. “You’re so nasty,” she giggled.

“Yeah, but you love that shit. Your pussy is dripping like a faucet and I haven’t even gone back in yet.”

“Listeeeeeeen, sucio. I’m going to take a shower. Help yourself to whatever in the kitchen.”

I pushed myself up. “How about we both take a shower, and then grab breakfast together. Yeah? Okay,” I said, lifting her ass off the bed and tossing her over my shoulder on the way to the bathroom. “Leggo!”

Dilayla

Nick and I showered and went to breakfast before he dropped me off at my place. I used the next hour to relax. I texted Raquel and didn’t get an answer. The truth was I didn’t expect to. Every time I hit her up, she was getting dicked down by Kenny.

I couldn’t be mad at my girl. I’d been telling her to stop holding out for the longest time. Now that she’d popped her cherry, she was turning into a little sex monster.

Morelli hit me up when she was outside. I packed my gym back and jumped in the car. Handing her a bottle of water, she thanked me as she twisted off the cap.

“Thanks again for the gig, cousin,” she said. “What’s up with you and that Nick guy?”

“I mean,” I sputtered, blushing. “What do you mean?”

“He not only paid handsomely, but I noticed he wasn’t paying us no mind. He was all up your ass that night.”

“I mean… you know.” I burst into chuckles, nervous and unsure of how to respond. “We’re kicking it.”

Morelli cocked a perfectly arched brow as we turned out of my complex. “Biiiiiitch, you are the worst liar.”

I broke down and confessed everything to her. Morelli was like my best friend outside of Raquel, so telling her everything that had been going on between Nick and me was easy.

“That makes perfect sense,” she said. “He won’t pay us attention when he’s pussy-whipped over you.”

“He seems like a real one. I just—it’s so quick, you know?”

“And?” She shrugged. “Men usually do things in packs. His best friend just married yours. You think that doesn’t make him think he needs to settle down too? Men can’t hang with each other like they used to once one of them gets married. They have to do married people stuff so they don’t get in trouble.”

“Raquel doesn’t seem like the type to trip. She’s pretty cool with him as he is.”

“That doesn’t mean he won’t give up some of his ways to make her happy and keep her from tripping.” Morelli chuckled. “It was cute, though. These men paid all that money, and the only thing they did was watch the both of you ladies enjoy yourselves.”

“I know, right?” We laughed, and the conversation shifted.

“So, what’s up with your boy, Dom, though?” Morelli asked. Her lashes lowered and a surreptitious smirk filled her expression. “What’s he about?”

“Dom is crazy, from what I heard.”

“Crazy?”

“Yeah, the guys say he’s scared of beautiful women. Doesn’t think they’re into him, so he deliberately chooses women he feels are less threatening. But he’s single.” Morelli’s provocative expression tickled me. “You’re interested in him, aren’t you?”

Now it was her turn to blush. “He’s cute. Husky and shy, but carries himself well. I’d love to see what he’s about. Put in a word for me?”

“Girl, you know you almost gave him a heart attack Friday night, right?” We laughed and she nodded.

“He almost ran out the car before it came to stop that night.” She giggled. “It was hilarious.”

We entered the brand-new studio. “My girl Bianca owns this place,” she confessed. “She’s setting up a pole studio in here and wants me to give classes. I’m thinking about it. I’m almost ready to chill on the dancing.”

“Really? Why?”

“Girl, I’ve been dancing for three years. I’m twenty-four, and turning twenty-five soon. If you don’t have an exit strategy, you’ll be doing this forever, and there’s always a new girl coming in ready to take your spot,” she confessed. “It’s a sexy gig, but it’s thankless at times. I can use all this money I’ve been saving—and my brand—and transform into something different. Teaching women how to dance might be way more fun than twerking it for horny, drunken men who don’t know how to bring out the freaks in their women.”

“True…” I nodded. A hot flare of desire shot between my legs, and the ache of Nick’s delicious cock made itself known. My soul watered for more of him inside me.

“Aight, let’s stretch,” she said, getting into instructor mode. “Proper warmups are necessary if you’re going to dance for Nick.”

“Heiffer!”

* * *

Two hours later, I was sweaty and worn all the way out. Morelli hadn’t lied when she said pole dancing would be a workout.

Pole was so different than any other workout I’d done. I had to use my core muscles in ways I never imagined, which threw me off. My core was pretty strong, but there was so much dynamic strength involved, I knew I’d have a brand-new set of abs by the time I perfected the ones she’d taught me, hopefully within a month or two.

“You’re such a good teacher,” I praised her. “Let me know when you have classes so I can sign up.”

“I’ll train you for free, though.”

“No, bitch. You’re a hustler. You need to get all your money, and I want to support you.” It was important to me that I paid people for their services. It was easy to get freebies, but Morelli hustled 24/7 to get hers, and I wouldn’t be helping her if I didn’t give her something.

“Psh,” she said, when I pushed a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. “Girl, bye.”

“Take this money,” I growled. “You earned it.”

She refused, so I stuffed it in my palm, and pretended to put it away. When she pulled up to my apartment, I tossed it in the backseat and ran out.

She called out to me and I thought she would yell at me for doing that, but I heard her shriek in distress and turned.

She pointed, “Look at your car.”

I stopped, looked, and wanted to vomit. My car, my pretty, blue-raspberry Mustang, was wrecked. Someone had taken keys and raked them along the sides. It was covered in eggs, and the windows were smashed in. How the heck did I skip past that gleefully?

Morelli parked in my extra space and got out. She grabbed her phone and took pics. “Don’t touch anything.”

My face burned beet red. Brian. It had to be. He was just going off the deep end recently, and it made no sense; he was the one who ended our relationship with his madness.

“I can’t stand that motherfucker!” I screamed. I needed to put my purse down, but when I walked inside, I wanted to die. My door had been kicked open, and my place was trashed. Clothes were piled on the floor with bleach poured all over them. Several items were broken and smashed throughout the house.

When I got to my bed, it was soaking wet. The hot stench of piss emanating from the pillows let me know that the bed, and everything on it was a wrap.

“He’s off the fucking meter,” Morelli hissed, holding her nose. “Doesn’t he know that police can match DNA from piss?”

“You watch too much CSI. There’s not enough epithelial cells in urine to match to DNA like TV would have you believe.”

I burst into tears as I pulled out my phone and called Nick. When he answered, I blabbered everything I could as I attempted to explain what happened. I don’t know if I was clear, but he interrupted me.

“Baby, I’m coming. Be there ASAP.”

I went to Morelli’s car, and sobbed in the passenger seat. Why could someone be so fucking hateful? All I wanted was to let go of this relationship that hadn’t worked. It never did. And the fact that this was the way he reacted let me know it never would.

I looked at my phone to see if Brian had contacted me. He was unusually quiet, and that was enough for me to know he’d been involved in this. He couldn’t have been innocent when he’d been blowing up my phone and stalking my home up until this point.

I hated him with every fiber in my body, but I let my ferocity melt into vulnerability and safety when Nick pulled up, in a fresh tank top and gym shorts. His scowl was dangerous, and I couldn’t help but get turned on. I could see he was ready to fuck someone up.

He looked at the car, pure rage in his face. I followed him into the house, explaining that I found it this way. He walked through the house and his anger took on a deeper viscosity.

“Babe,” he instructed. “Pack what you can, including your personal documents. You can stay with me while the police investigate.”

* * *

An hour later, Morelli, Raquel, and Kenny were all at Nick’s house. I showered for a good long time, letting the tears wash away under the water.

I put on another tube dress. It was a neon pink number, the same style as the teal one, purchased straight from Babes and Felines. I loved Ciera Rogers and my body was similar to hers. It was one of the few things Brian hadn’t trashed.

Raquel and Morelli comforted me as I shook my head in disbelief. The police already had a report. They had forensics on the job and advised me not to go back to my apartment.

My car? It wasn’t damaged beyond repair, but it would take several thousand dollars for my baby to be back to normal. I was scared to take her to the mechanic. What if he’d done even more to the car that I hadn’t seen?

“Have you spoken to him?” Raquel asked. I shook my head and explained what happened when Nick confronted him. I told her he probably felt he was above the law when it came to me.

“Nah, man,” Nick cut in. “He’s officially a drug test away from getting cut from the Dolphins.”

“What if he comes after me?” There wasn’t any telling what he was capable of at this point.

“He won’t… you’re staying here,” Nick insisted. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting that motherfucker near you. He’ll have to get through me first.”

“And we’re getting a restraining order,” Raquel and Morelli chimed in.

* * *

I stood over the balcony. My girls were gone, Kenny had left, and my phone was dead. I’d called my family and warned them of what happened, and assured them I was okay.

After the day I’d had, there was nothing left for me to do but sip my third and final glass of Rinaldi and accept the fact that people were crazy.

Nick showered and met me on the balcony with a Corona in his hand. Standing behind me like a shield, he kissed the top of my head.

“You okay, love?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Just… trying to understand it all.”

“He’s a crazy bitch. Ain’t nothing to understand about him.” I could hear the venom in his voice, which softened as he addressed me again. “I don’t want you to worry about anything, okay love?”

“How can I not?” I said. “I can’t live here forever…”

“Girl, you haven’t even gone to sleep in my bed. It’s the best bed in the world. You ain’t gonna wanna leave after you lie in it,” he snickered like I was crazy, and I fell under the spell of his humor.

“Papi, you’re fucking crazy.”

“Only about you.” He turned me around and then rotated us so that he was leaned against the balcony. The look in his eyes burned into my heart as he gave me that sincere expression. “Clearly, I ain’t the only one—but I’m the only one you’ll worry about. I’ll make sure of it.”

A light breeze carried the scent of the ocean into the air. I shivered at his words. I knew he meant what he said, and I couldn’t lie. Looking into his hazel eyes, fierce and protective, and thinking about the way he’d put me first this weekend, even down to handling Trinity, I could feel Nick was completely real. This was real love.

“Babe, I’m scared.” Tears came to my eyes. I adjusted my dress and stepped back.

“Nuh uh.” He pulled me closer. “What are you scared of?”

“All I’ve known up to this point is Brian. What if I fuck it up? You see what he just did to me?”

“Baby girl… he wasn’t a man. He was a little boy, and his time is coming. He won’t even have a contract on him once tomorrow hits. It’ll be all over the news. Once he’s dropped, I got a couple homies from Dade County who know exactly what to do to keep him from you.”

He cupped my chin and tilted it with a finger. “I don’t need you to fall in love today, or even tomorrow. I just need you to trust me, let me lead you, and enjoy every moment. It’s living in the present that keeps us from fucking up the future.”

I rolled my eyes. “Another one of those love quotes?”

He shrugged. “But am I lying?”

“No.”

“Okay, then.” He kissed my forehead. “Just promise me, you’ll give me the chance. Let me do my job.”

“And what’s that?”

“To go hard and show you I’m the one you’re safe with.”

The words went through my ears and sent shivers through my body. They settled in my heart and my entire being blushed. “Okay, papi.”

We shared a sweet, slow kiss that was broken prematurely by Nick’s yawning. “Bien, mami. Right now, though? I’m tired.” He squeezed my ass. “Ooh, that pussy good. Come and sit it on my tastebuds.”

“Okay, Kendrick Lamar,” I snickered.

“Yeah, baby,” he mused. “Lemme lay you down, make you cum, and kiss you good night.”

I wriggled my eyebrows at him and turned on my heels. He didn’t have to beg me to take any of that magic dick.

Nick’s Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

For the first two weeks, when I wasn’t around Dilayla, all I could do was fantasize about being with her, waking up next to her, and being inside her. She was scared, but I wasn’t giving up. I knew what I wanted, and I worked hard to get her to realize my realness.

She finally opened up more, and that’s when a player fell in love.

Dilayla was everything I needed in a woman. Vivacious, sexy, lighthearted, and most of all, she was a deeply loving, feeling, passionate woman. She had simple dreams and a solid focus: to make good money, create good memories, and live a good life.

Her beauty was obvious; I’d never seen such a gorgeous woman in my life. I loved to play in her beautiful, black, ass-length ringlets. But beauty, booty, and sparkling phenomenal pussy aside, the girl’s shone through everything else she offered.

By the end of the second week, I’d met up with Raquel and let her pick out a ring. She knew Dilayla’s tastes, and picked out a gorgeous emerald-cut that rivaled what Kenny picked for her. I ended up buying two, the large one, and its baby cousin, just in case she didn’t want to wear that big-ass rock everywhere—and yes, both were insured.

She was so scared. I had my lawyer draw up a pre-nup. She would walk away with a solid five million if we didn’t work out after a year, no arguments, slander, or bullshit. When she saw the contract and the ring, she nearly fainted, but she accepted on the spot.

“Wow, this is crazy!”

“Yeah, but I told you, all you needed was a real one who was ready to make it happen,” I said. “Trust me, baby. I’m all you need.”

I lifted her pretty ass up and tossed her over my shoulder. She was in yet another one of those tube dresses. This one was lime green and popped against her skin. It wasn’t snow white but it was perfect for the spontaneity of the moment.

“Where are we going?”

“Fuck you mean? You think this is a game?” I looked at her like she was crazy. I wasn’t waiting any longer than I needed to for making her my woman. “Kenny, Raquel, and Morelli are downstairs. Dom’s already at the courthouse. We’re getting married right now, mami! Ahora!”

Dilayla’s Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

True to his word, Kenny and Raquel were waiting downstairs in Kenny’s car. Morelli was in her own whip right behind them.

Nick escorted me to his car, and opened the door for me. We looked like a Fast and Furious wedding party, each of us in hot sports cars on the way to the Justice of the Peace.

Raquel handed me a huge bouquet of bright pink and orange roses. They looked perfect against my dress. She and Morelli wore pink tube dresses, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I purchased those dresses as gifts. Who knew they would end up being spontaneous bridesmaids’ gowns?

Kenny and Dom stood on Nick’s side, serving as groomsmen. They weren’t as coordinated as we were, but their white button ups and shorts were clean enough, considering how rushed the occasion was.

The wedding was so quick, and it was over before I knew it. My parents didn’t get the news until after it happened. To say they were surprised was an understatement. Brian was the only man they’d known, and it was understood I would marry him at some point.

… So much for that.

Brian was arrested and dropped from the Dolphins by Tuesday. I started to press charges, but Brian agreed to pay a hefty five-hundred-thousand dollars in damages and stay the hell away from me. Nick told me to invest or save the money, and gave me his credit card to buy what I needed. He also got my car fixed and had my place cleaned out so I could hand the keys back over to the rental office.

Our wedding night was awesome. By that time, I’d opened up to him much more than before. In such a succinct period, he showed me he was the real thing. And he touched me in ways that made me explode.

I didn’t know it was possible to feel safe in a love like this, and that inspired me to release the inhibitions and give him every ounce of my savage.

Wedding night sex that was sweet and pure wasn’t for Dilayla Diamond. I didn’t need gentle, didn’t want it. I wanted that savage, nasty, spit on the pussy sex.

Nick fucked me hard, just like I liked it. His dick inside my tight, wet pussy walls made me insatiable. I groaned, moaned, and begged for him, feeling open, wet, nasty, and ready to be taken in every fucking hole I had.

We were on our fourth or fifth round, my walls nearly swollen shut. My pussy needed a break, but I wasn’t done pushing him to the edge.

I spread my lips and pushed his thick cock down my throat, choking on its length. It was larger than I’d ever been used to, but I still wanted to see how deep I could take it.

I made a mental note to take sword-swallowing lessons with Raquel and Morelli, who couldn’t take her eyes off Dom whenever I snuck a peek. He really seemed scared of her, and I think the challenge he presented really turned her on.

I pumped my fist up and down my husband’s thick, veiny shaft, moaning and massaging his balls as my eyes urged him to blow his nut. His left leg shook as he placed his right hand on top of my head and exploded.

I eagerly welcomed every drop of his thick, white seed as he came in my mouth, groaning, grunting, and cussing. Seeing him make that face of erotic relief was something I looked forward to for the rest of my life.

I continued to stroke and fellate him. He attempted to stop me.

“Babe,” he gasped. “I’m good, babe. I came, I came. Chill.”

My impish smile surfaced. I snaked the head of my tongue in his piss slit, and giggled as he nearly fainted.

“Just because you came in my mouth doesn’t mean I’m done sucking…”

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Exclusive Preview: Let Me Kiss You

My gait exiting that restaurant was as stable as could be pending the circumstances. I thought I was going on a date with a man who was actually interested in giving me a chance. Instead, this man was fucking insane. He wanted to skip the courtship and romance, and head straight to a planned marriage, artificially inseminated kids, and a divorce planned five years ahead of time.

I wanted love. Real love. I wanted someone to grow old with, who would wash my wrinkly back and let me wash theirs. I wanted a man I could beg to leave work on Friday and stay inside to fuck all weekend, hiding away from the world until Monday comes.

I wanted the fucking fairytale, a prince on a white horse. I just wanted the dirty, adult version, where I, the princess, gets to slide down his pole, releasing him of tension after a long day.

I stood outside the restaurant, furious. I texted Dilayla. She had no choice but to listen to this, because who else could I tell?

“Morelli…” A breathless Dom called from behind me. I steeled my will and refused to turn and look at him. That handsome and worried face would melt me, and I refused to put myself on the line for him.

“Morelli.” Dom’s hands reached out, as if he were about to touch me, but he controlled himself and clasped them together. The remorseful expression on his face spoke volumes, but the heat burning on my face held more potency.

“Please… let me take you home.”

“I appreciate the chivalry, but I’m fine. Uber’s coming in five minutes.”

“And an Uber costs how much at this time of night?”

“I have money.” I shrugged defensively. “What’s it to you anyway? We’re done here.”

Dom’s knitted brows and quiet swallow amplified the troubled expression on his face.

“I apologize for being disrespectful. That was an indecent proposal, and I don’t blame you for being upset. But please, I have to make sure you get home safely. Please let me give you a ride, make sure you get into your place, and leave. You don’t have to talk to me again.”

Valet pulled the car around, exited the driver’s side and opened the passenger door. Red-faced and determined not to make a scene, I bit my lip, canceled my ride, and stepped inside his car.

Dilayla still hadn’t responded to my text. It felt safe to assume she was busy making love to Nick. At least he desperately wanted to be with her.

I said nothing to Dom as he plugged my address into his GPS. He played his audiobook, but I tuned it out. I was in my own world, pissed off at being proposed a fake ass engagement in one week, with a kids and a divorce in five years. I would be in my 30s when we’d end this charade, and starting over wouldn’t be fun.

He pulled his car into the closest visitor’s parking space when we arrived.

“I’m right upstairs.” I didn’t need him to be this proper. It wasn’t like he’d be staying. His ass was gone the minute I opened my door.

“I know, but it’s the respectful thing to do.” His tone was quiet and restrained. “If fire trucks needed the entrance, my car could block them from saving a life.”

“Do you see a fire?” I wanted to snap and say. I shrugged it off instead, and reached for the door. He interrupted me, asked me to wait. He exited the car and walked around to open my passenger door for me. He also opened the building doors and pushed the right elevator floor for me. Despite my desire to punch him in the face, his displays of chivalry were sweet gestures, each of which I thanked him for.

I could feel the anger re-channel itself. I stopped being viciously mad and became viciously aroused instead. My Magic Wand would get an intense use tonight. I needed to let off steam, cry out in delight.

I could feel myself switching harder than usual, my nipples getting erect as they swayed underneath the fabric of my dress, crying out for attention it wouldn’t get from Dom or any man, because I swore them off. Fuck it. I’d stay single forever and adopt ten cats.

When I got to the door, the silence was more than deafening. I pushed the key in the lock.

“I’m here,” I said. “Thank you.”

I turned to slam the door shut, when I heard a small noise escape him.

“Morelli…”

I looked at him. My heart was burned, but the wave of apprehension in his voice touched me. I’d at least grant him the respect to say goodbye.

His eyes were regretful. “I just wanted to apologize again for being disrespectful to you…”

He rambled off his apologies, rationalizing his belief that he could help us both. All I could do was watch those lips move, the huskiness of his chest rise and fall as he explained himself.

As pissed as I was, it was crazy that I could still see how handsome he was. I blamed it on my pussy, which was getting wetter with each second that passed, and I realized I had the prime opportunity to get what I wanted.

“Come in.” I stepped aside to let him in. “I don’t want everyone to hear our business.”

His eyes widened and he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He walked past me, and the scent of his cologne intoxicated me. It was a mixture of aquatics with his natural scent. It made for a dangerous, musky scent that gave me wild thoughts.

“Fuck it.” I said aloud, slightly hissing on my intake of air.

“What?” He asked, quizzically.

I grabbed him by his collar, pulling him close to me as I pressed my lips against his. Lust burned in my brand, and I let my body relax into his when I pushed him against the wall and slowly slid my tongue across his bottom lip.

The jump in his pants let me know my seduction was working, even though he whimpered in protest.

Fuck this.

I was Morelli, the sexiest entertainment at King of Diamonds. Men wanted me. Women fantasized about being me. Couples were willing to pay racks of money to have me for one night. This guy had no idea how lucky he was that I wanted him - him above any other man in the land of Miami - and I was gracious enough of a goddess to show him how much.

But I also needed this. The bedroom and in one’s wildest fantasies was one of the few places I could control a man, but fuck a vibrator, I needed dick. I needed to savor the warmth of a man’s body, the essence of his masculinity, and its contrast pleasurably rubbing against my softest, most sensitive places.

“Morelli…” He protested softly, but I pressed myself against him, grinding against the growing erection in his pants. I brought his hands up to my breasts.

“Please…” I panted softly, leaning my head back and moaning as one of his fingers curiously circled a hard nipple. “It’s been so long. I need this.”

I lifted my leg to the side of him, an erotic flamingo stance as I held him against the wall, licked his neck and told him how long it’s been since I had a man.

“I need your touch, Dom.” I begged. “You say you want a wife? Well I want a husband. But I want someone who wants me.”

I exposed my breasts, full, firm, and lifted, and held them up to him.

“Don’t you want me?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy was running with hot lava, and I needed him inside me, but I needed him to meet me halfway as well.

“It’s just not right. We’re on a first date.” He trembled, and I could see his lips quivering. The erection pressing against my crotch told me he wanted to fuck me, take me right then and there, but was restrained.

Dom looked at me with the guilt of a fat kid stealing a slice of cake before dinner. He was just too much of a gentleman, a nice guy that needed to go rogue. I would change that.

“Dom!” I shrieked in frustrated, dramatic need. I grabbed the back of his head and pressed my hard pink nipple against his lips. They opened up, automatically locking themselves around me.

I cried with ecstasy as my standing leg buckled. Dom steadied me. One of his sturdy hands grabbed my ass while the other grabbed the leg that was against him. He feverishly, hungrily suckled away at my body, and I felt myself quiver with relief.

Yes! Yes! It’s one thing to be with a man you have fun with, but just from the way he licked my nipple, savoring the bulb of my nipple, Dom confirmed the intense chemistry bubbling underneath his calm exterior. He wanted me. He always wanted me. He just froze whenever it came to expressing himself clearly to me.

I was intimidating to want. I seemed out of his league, at least in his mind, and I could respect that. But I didn’t give a fuck about that when I wanted him.

My soul quivered in relief as our desires rose to the surface. Dom groaned as he sucked me.

“I love these tits.” He groaned, and it almost sounded like a whine. “So fucking…” He clasped his lips around my other breast and groaned.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned. We wriggled our hips, making our cunt and cock grind against each other as he tongued my tits down. I sang in appreciation, moaning, sighing, and feeling my clit swell with every delicious sensation he gave me.

I pushed away, just enough to let my leg down, and dropped to my knees. Pushing my face into the crotch of his pants, I made contact with the erection in his pants and crooned.

“Let me kiss you…” I begged. “Take it out and let me taste it baby.”

He reached for his zipper, and fished his length out. That alone let me know he was mine to control. His breath came in sharp pants. They staccato’d as I stroked him and sucked the husky, beautiful head into my mouth. His cock was handsome, just like him.

“Damn,” he groaned. I inhaled the masculine scent of his sex as I stroked my lips over him. My head moved up and down the hard length of his erection, allowing my tongue to stroke the underside of his dick.

I wanted Dom so much, and now I had him. He tasted wonderful, even the taste of his nervous sweat delighted my senses.

Dom’s body buckled as I licked, sucked, and orally appreciated his body. His fingers knotted in my hair. The grip was firm, and then he released it and apologized. I shook my head and gripped his fingers much more tightly around my locks.

“Fuck my mouth like you’ve always wanted to,” I said, slapping this fat dick all over my wet tongue. “I like when you grip my hair and fuck my face.”

“Oooh… shit,” he moaned, and pre-cum flooded the tip. It was salty sweet like a caramel pretzel. I deep throated him, looking up as his face contorted in ecstasy and he bucked his hips. From the speed in his thrusts, I could feel him galloping close to the edge…

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