Page 74 of Deuce

“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.”

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