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Chapter 16

I groaned at the sound of my phone going off. Blindly, I reached around for it without pulling the covers from over my head. Finally locating it, grabbed it, prepared to curse out whoever was on the other end. Through partially closed eyes, I saw that it was Deuce.

I frowned. When I agreed to spend time with him today, it was never mentioned that he’d be calling me this early. After my mama went to bed, I was up half the night cleaning and rearranging my bedroom. Then Shar snuck and called me after Maceo fell asleep bragging about the type of dick he put down.

I spent an hour listening to her, giving me every intricate detail of their sexcapades. Was I happy for her? Yes. Was I jealous? Absolutely because while she was over there getting her back blown out, I was over here wishing I had the nerve to do the same.

“Stanley, do you know what time it is?” I grumbled.

“I know you ain’t still sleep.”

“It’s eight o-fucking clock!”

“I know what time it is, baby. Get your pretty ass up and get ready. I’m taking you to breakfast.”

At the mention of food, I tossed the covers back as sat up.

“Where are we eating, first?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about all that. All you need to know is the food is bomb.”

“How can I trust your word on that?”

“Because a nigga loves to eat. I wouldn’t feed you no nasty shit, baby. Get up. I’m gonna be to you in about twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes! That’s not enough time!”

“Woman, just get your ass outta bed, damn.”

“Bye, nigga.”

I hung up and tossed my phone on the bed. Standing to my feet, I stripped down and headed into the bathroom to shower. How dare he rush me? Just for that, I was going to take my sweet, slow time.

I took extra care in shaving the necessary areas before giving my body a nice lather. Once I rinsed off, I gave myself an exfoliating scrub with my favorite sugar scrub. By the time I exited the shower, I felt new and refreshed. After brushing my teeth, I headed back into my bedroom.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled, jumping at the sight of Deuce sitting on my bed. “How the hell did you get in here?”

He shrugged. “I have my ways.”

“You know you can go to jail for breaking and entering, right?”

He kissed his teeth. “A’ight.”

He beckoned me to him. Slowly, I walked over, gripping the towel around me. When I was within arm’s reach, he grabbed the towel and pulled me to stand between his legs. A feral growl escaped his throat as his hands slid up the back of my thighs and under my towel.

“Fuck, you smell good, baby,” he declared, looking up at me. “You know I missed you, right?”

“You m-missed m-me?”

“How could I not miss your pretty ass?” He gave my ass a squeeze for emphasis. “I have you all day. What am I gon’ do with you, mama?”

“I—um—well?—”

I could barely get my thoughts together. He was massaging my ass as those brown eyes bore into mine. I could feel the slickness growing between my lower lips. Every time he touched me, it was like a fucking tsunami.

“Use your words, Salima. What do you want me to do with you?” He smirked as his eyes moved south. “Can I show you what I wanna do?”

My breath hitched as I nodded frantically.

He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder. I shuttered as he kissed the inside of my thigh. Slowly, he parted the towel, exposing my freshly shaven pussy. She was smooth and bald, causing him to lick his lips.

“Why is your pussy so pretty, Salima?” he asked, sliding his fingers through my slit. “Mmmm… and so fucking wet.”

He kissed my mound, causing me to inhale sharply.

“D-deuce…”

His fingers breached my walls. My head fell back and my mouth fell open.

“Oh my God!”

I moaned loudly as he slid them in and out of me. When his mouth finally joined his fingers, my body trembled. My hips rolled to meet the strokes of his fingers.

“D-deuce—Shit!”

He moaned into me, and the vibrations were exhilarating. My hand went to the back of his head and I pushed his face deeper into my pussy. He looked up at me, and his gaze was animalistic. Locking his arm around my thigh, he sucked and flicked my clit as his fingers dug for treasure.”

“Mmm… that’s it. Eat this pussy, baby. Fuck!

His mouth was everything I’d fantasized and imagined it would be. He ate my pussy like he was trying to clean his plate. Not a drop of my juices were left unscathed.

“Deuce! Shit! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!”

My body trembled from my core as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My knees buckled, but he didn’t falter in holding me up as I came in his mouth. I fisted the back of his shirt as I rode out the wave coursing through me.

He slid his fingers out of me and stood to his feet. When he held up his hand, I caught sight of his messy digits. He placed them to my mouth.

“Open.”

I followed his command without hesitation. He slid his fingers into my open mouth, and I wrapped my lips around them. Slowly, he moved them in and out, just like he’d done my pussy. A deep moan purred in his throat.

“Mmm…. good girl. Suck up your juices, baby. You see how good that pussy tastes? You know that muhfucka belongs to me now, right?”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

He kissed me ravishingly, sucking the essence from my tongue. Again, my knees went weak, but he held me up. When he pulled away, he wiped the corners of my mouth.

“Yeah, that’s mine yeah.” He slapped my ass and walked towards my bedroom door. “Get ready. We can’t be late for breakfast.”

He left the room, leaving me alone. I blew a breath. I felt like I needed a cold shower. I was so horny right now. How dare he make me cum like that with his mouth and fingers and not even offer me the dick too?

I made up my mind. I was getting fucked tonight. Whether it was face down ass up or my feet against the headboard, he was giving me some dick.

After gathering myself and cleaning up, I took care of my after-shower routine and got dressed. I decided on a simple yet cute outfit consisting of a graphic tee, cut off shorts, and my favorite pair of J’s. My hair hung in loose curls and gold jewelry accessorized my outfit.

When I walked into the living room, Deuce was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looked up at me and his eyes trailed me from head to toe.

“Damn,” he said standing.

“I look okay for wherever you’re taking me?”

“You do. Trust me. This place is real chill and laid back. You’ll feel right at home.”

I eyed him skeptically. He was up to something.

“Well, I’m ready.”

“Let’s ride.”

We headed out the front door and I was surprised to see he was in a blacked out G-Wagon today.

“No Hellcat?”

“We need extra space today.”

“What are you up to?”

He grinned. “I’m gonna spoil you today, baby. That’s all you need to know.”

He grabbed my hand and led me around the to passenger side. This time, I let him live about opening my door. While I didn’t say anything, he did.

“You ain’t gon’ say something slick today?” He asked as I climbed in.

“You must like when I talk shit to you, nigga.”

He grinned. “It’s my favorite pass-time. Buckle up.”

He closed the door and walked around the driver’s side to get in. I locked myself in and relaxed into the soft leather seats. He climbed in and put on some music before we were on our way.

Aside from him rapping along to the music, there wasn’t much conversation. As he drove, I noticed that we were driving in the opposite direction of most of the food establishments. I looked around for a while before finally asking what was up.

“Um… are we going the right way?”

“Yep.”

“Are we going out of town or something?”

“Nah.”

“Deuce, this is a residential area.”

“I know.”

His vague responses were starting to annoy me. I sat back and rode in silence until we turned into a nice ass neighborhood fifteen minutes later.

“Are we eating at somebody’s house?”

“We are.” He looked over at me with a smirk. “My mama is looking forward to meeting you.”

“Your mother! Stanley, what the fuck!”

“She was at me about not coming to see her all last week. I know I asked to spend time with you, but I can’t tell that lady no to most things. I promised to take her shopping today.”

My face softened a little. He loves his mama.

“You taking me shopping too?” I asked.

He grinned. “I thought you didn’t want my money, Shawty?”

I playfully punched him. “Well, you won’t let me not take it any other time.”

He chuckled. “I got you. I can’t drop a bag on my main lady and not drop one on my baby, too.”

I smirked. “I don’t remember you asking me to be yours. For all I know, it’s ten other bitches out there that you call baby, too. What about those tricks LeAnn mentioned? I already have to deal with these bitches at work. I don’t need no bitch coming to me as a woman about you.”

“First of all, nobody has any official titles or ties when it comes to me, love. If they tell you otherwise, they are a bold face lie. Second, if anybody ever comes at you about me, point them in my direction, and I’ll handle it. I’m not the type a nigga that’s gon’ lie to you or lie on my dick, Salima.”

He pulled up to a stop sign and turned to me.

“You got that?”

“I hear you.”

“Now, baby … would you like to go shopping today? And I don’t wanna hear any back talk or shit talking. It’s yes or no.”

“You know what?—”

He gently grabbed my chin, and I subconsciously followed the pull of his arm.

“Yes or no?”

I stifled the moan threatening to spill from my lips. I inhaled deeply and held it for a moment before I responded.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He pecked my lips, then pulled off from the stop sign. I relaxed into the seats with a smile on my face. Then I remembered I was about to meet his mother. Would she like me? What would she think of me? Would she think I was one of these girls after her son for his money?

My nerves began to race as the car slowed down. A few seconds later, we pulled up in front of a beautiful one-story brick home that looked like it could have been a contender for home of the year.

The front door opened and out stepped a woman who didn’t look old enough to have a son Deuce’s age.

“That’s your mama?” I asked.

“Yep. Stephanie Larkins.”

“Damn. She’s beautiful. I know she has men after her all the time.”

He frowned. “Don’t do that.”

I giggled. “What? Your mama can’t have a man?”

“Them niggas have to go through me and my brothers to get to her. She had a little coffee date last night and I need to get to the bottom of that cause she ain’t given up the details.”

“Let that woman live.”

“Yeah, a’ight.”

He got out of the G-Wagon and came around to open my door. Grabbing my hand, he helped me out of the truck and led me up to the front door where his mother stood. She smiled as she pulled him in for a hug.

“Hey, baby.” She cupped his face and kissed his cheek.

“Hey, Ma. This is Salima. Salima this is my mama.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” she said, beaming with excitement. “You are so beautiful!”

“You think I’d bring you a boogerwolf, Ma?” Deuce asked.

She playfully slapped his arm. “Shut up, Stanley.”

I smirked at her calling him by his government name. He didn’t even complain. Much to my surprise, his mother pulled me in for a hug as well. It was the epitome of one of those mama bear hugs and I loved it.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Ms. Larkins. Stanley didn’t tell me this is where we would be eating breakfast until we were on the way over.”

“Stanley Jordan Dillinger!” she exclaimed. “How could you ambush her like that! I’m so sorry, Salima. I hope my breakfast makes up for my son’s inconsiderate ass. Please, come inside and let me feed you.”

She glared at Deuce, who stood there grinning. She grabbed my hand and led me into her home. I could already tell that I was going to like her. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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