Page 53 of Deuce

“I don’t think that. I know you pussy is gonna be mine and so are you.”

“You don’t want me. You see me as a conquest. I slipped up one time and let you touch me, but it won’t happen again.”

“I like a challenge, baby. You can play hard to get if you want. A chase thrills me.”

He licked his lips as his beautiful brown eyes passed over me. I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs. My skirt inched up my thigh and his eyes dropped to it.

“Thick ass. I can’t wait for you to smother me with those thighs.”

Images of his head between my legs flooded my mind. I could almost imagine him kissing the lips below the same way that he kissed the ones on my face. Slickness pooled in my middle at the imagery.

“I see you thinking about, baby,” he said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You let me know when you’re ready to make those wet dreams a reality.”

I shifted in my seat and turned my body away from him. This man was a walking wet dream and that slick ass mouth… If I wasn’t careful, I was gonna fuck around and let him talk me right out of my panties.

“Anyway, my car?”

“It’s in the shop.”

“Any estimate on when it will be ready?”

“Are you in a rush to get that piece of shit back?”

“It might be a piece of shit, but it’s my piece of shit. Not all of us have it like you. I don’t like depending on people for rides, and I’m not trying to Uber everywhere.”

“I got you if you need a ride.”

“That’s too much to ask. I don’t expect you to stop your day to drive me around.”

“Having you talk shit to me all day would probably make my week.”

“So, not only are you an asshole, but you’re a toxic asshole?”

He laughed. “I’m not toxic. I usually like my women on the passive and submissive side. It’s less drama and low expectations. But you…. I like your slick mouth. You could be the homie.”

I looked back at him. “Do you wanna fuck all of your homies?”

“I don’t call no nigga out here a friend. I have associates and close acquaintances. I have a team of loyal soldiers and I do right by them, but them niggas ain’t my friends. My siblings are my only hittas.”

“So, yall are really close?”

“We are. Even with my Pops having six kids by four different women, he made sure we always had each other’s backs.”

“Do you share a mother with any of them?”

“Nah. I’m my mama’s only child. Steel and Jaeda have the same mama and so do Maceo and Smoke.”

“Steel? Smoke?”

“Kerrion and Devin”

I rolled my eyes. “I take it they chose their nickname too?”

He chuckled. “Nah, it chose them. Steel is a beast with his hands. It’s a fists of furry, fists of steel type of shit. Smoke loves playing with guns and the muthafucka is trigger happy, hence the name Smoke.”

“Hmm. I wish I had siblings. The closest thing I have is Shar.”

“Ayo, Mace wants to holla at her.”

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