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I had no choice but to break the kiss because my dick was in my jeans, feeling like it was getting ready to break.
“I gotta stop coming around you. You making me do stuff that I don’t typically do,” she said, picking her hands up, and she put them over her face, as if she was embarrassed. I laughed while I leaned into her, so that I could pry her hands away from her face.
I had perfect access to her neck, so I kissed it, and I softly started sucking on it. My lips then traveled upwards, going for her ear.
“That’s the thing, baby. I don’t want you to stop coming around me. I want you to come around me, and I want you tocumfor me. Everything that you don’t typically do, I’m trying to make you do it, and more. Your lips taste so good. Imagine whenI get the other set in my mouth. It’s going to take everything to get me off you. I’ll be patient for it though. I know that pussy going to be worth the wait,” I said nasty shit in her ear, keeping my voice low, where only she could hear me, and the whole time that I was talking to her, her body was literally shaking.
I kissed her earlobe when I finished, and then I lay back in my seat like nothing ever happened.
“I’m blocking you after tonight. Tank, I’m serious. I gotta stop coming around you,” she said that dumb shit again, and all I could do was laugh because I knew that it was just bullshit that she was talking.
“Damn, what I’m going to get blocked for? I didn’t even do anything,” I wanted to know, smile on my face like I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
“Your embarrassing me,” she told me.
“They not worried about us. They not even paying us any attention. It’s wet?” I had to know.
“What do you think?” she shot, and I chuckled.
“Let’s kiss again, and I’ll leave you alone,” I suggested.
“Hell no. Walk me to the restroom. I need to wipe off,” she tried to stand up, but I pulled her arm, not letting her.
“Hold on. You got my big boy poking through my pants. Don’t get up yet,” I let her know.
Dionne put her hands on my shoulders, and she lifted her body just for a second, so that she could see how hard she had my dick. She saw it, her eyes lit up, and she sat her ass directly on it, and that shit made me groan a little bit, and bite down hard on my lip.
Like nothing happened, she leaned her head into me, resting it on my chest, and all I could think about was the fact that I was about to fuck around, and fall in love. That kiss was special to me. That kiss spoke volumes. If she had me acting crazy like thisfrom a fuckin kiss, I could only imagine the weight that pussy was going to hold.
Chapter 9
Dionne Henry
Can’t Fight It Anymore
It was after six in the morning, and I was driving with my gospel music playing, headed to Lakeland, Florida. Because the sun still hadn’t risen, it was still pitch-dark outside, and I kept passing the same few cars on the Florida’s turnpike, so from that, I gathered that it really wasn’t too many of us on the road during this hour.
I was headed to visit my father. He was stationed in Lakeland to serve his time because that’s where the crime had taken place. Truthfully, I hated taking this 4-and-a-half-hour ride. I especially hated it because I would have to wake up so early, just so that I could try to be at the prison by 9:00 A.M., which is when the visitation typically started. See, as a child, when my mom brought me with her to visit my dad, I wouldn’t mind because half the time, I would fall asleep in the backseat, or I would be so excited to see him, so the time felt like it would go by superfast.
I was older now, and I no longer sought any kind of enjoyment from being in the car for over four hours. To make matters worse, it felt like the time would always go by super slow because when my eyes weren’t glued to the road, they would drift over to the navigation, staring at the time, that seemed todrag. Of course, I would forever be happy to see my father, but the commute that it took to get here just wasn’t my favorite.
Another yawn escaped my lips just as my phone started ringing through the car’s speakers. I had my phone connected to the car’s Bluetooth system, using CarPlay, so I saw my best friend’s picture appear on the screen. Her and I had been on the phone last night for about an hour. Blake knew that I was headed to Lakeland this morning to visit my father, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she was just calling me, wanting to see how the ride was going for me. It wasn’t unusual for her to be calling me this early either because just like me, she tended to be up before the sun started shining.
“Hi bae,” I answered the phone for my girl.
“Good morning, beautiful. How are you doing? How is the ride going?” she asked me exactly what I knew she would.
“Girl, it’s going. I’m so damn tired. I have my coffee with me, but I feel like it’s not doing its magic this morning. I’m fine though. I have my music playing, keeping me up,” I shared with her.
“I was looking at your location before I called, so you have about three hours left. Listen though, I just got a call from Flex’s team. You know who Flex is? He’s that new rapper out of New York” she asked me, and I laughed at her question because she knew damn well that I didn’t know any rapper named Flex.
I wasn’t with the times when it came to male rappers. Rap music really wasn’t my thing. I like soft R&B music. Some of my favorites were artists like Summer Walker, Mariah the Scientist, Sza, and Tyla just to name a few.
“You know damn well I don’t know a rapper named Flex. What about him though? Why did his team reach out?” I wanted to know.
“He’s having his shoot tomorrow for his album. They said he was strolling Instagram, and he saw my work, saw some of theother male artists that I’ve worked with before in the past, so he specifically requested me to style him for the shoot tomorrow. Originally, I turned it down because girl, I have so much work that I have to take care of down here, but they told me to give him any number, and he would pay it. You know I can’t turn down a coin. His team is taking care of transportation to get to New York, and girl, they’re putting me in a private jet. Not only that, but they even tried to accommodate my stay, but you know I have my spot in New York, so I can just crash there. I say all this to ask you what are you doing tonight? I’m flying out tonight, and I want you to come with me. It’ll be a quick trip. We can either come back Sunday night, or Monday morning. What you want to do?” she asked me in a way like my answer was already yes.
I loved New York, and I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to go out there. Besides, I didn’t have anything planned this weekend, so I didn’t mind flying out to New York, and supporting my best friend, while she was in her element.
