Page 47 of The Deed to a Gangsta's Heart

“Yeah, that’s cool.”

After ending the call, I set my phone on the dresser and leaned against it.

“Did you fuck him?” I asked, because that was all I really cared about.

“No.” She chuckled and placed her hands on her hips. “Something told me not to rush it. It didn’t seem like we were on the same page, and I’m glad I listened.” A few seconds passed before she stopped pacing and looked at me. “Did he ever tell you about me? I mean, clearly he nevermentioned my name. Did he… ever say anything about having a girlfriend?”

I didn’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t lie. A low, “No,” escaped me. “But that doesn’t mean anything. I told you our relationship was strained.”

“You said he was going to Atlanta and had a girl there that he’d been having sex with for a year, so that means he was cheating on me. Or cheating on her with me. Hell, I don’t know.”

When her tears started to fall, I pushed off the dresser to console her. She lifted her hands to stop me.

“Don’t. I don’t need to be consoled right now.Especiallyby you.”

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I knew something like this would happen!” she yelled as more tears fell. “I knew we were too good to be true. I knew something would pull us apart. I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be this.”

Luci wiped her face, but before she could walk away, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on in that pretty little head of yours, but this ain’t over.”

“Armor, I—”

“I don’t care about you dating him. Clearly he didn’t value what he had in you. I’m not about to give up the best woman I’ve ever had because she had a brief tryst with my little brother. You’ve been mine and you gon’ be mine. That shit ain’t about to change.”

She swallowed hard and licked the corner of her mouth. “You really don’t care?”

With a chuckle, I shook my head. “Not at all.”

“What if he does? What if your mom thinks I’m a whore?”

“You hearing me but you ain’t listening.” I pulled her hair to tilt her head. “I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit. I meant it when I said I’m going to marry you. I love you.”

A smile lifted the corners of her bowtie shaped mouth. “You love me?” she whispered.

“I do. I know it’s soon but—”

“I love you too.”

“Then nothing else matters.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I picked her up. Carrying her over to my bed, I decided calling Adam back could wait.

The Next Morning

WakingLuci up with my tongue between her pussy lips seemed fitting. It was something I wanted to do daily. The moment quiet whimpers began to escape her, my dick hardened even more.

“That feels so good,” she moaned. The raspiness of her morning voicealwaysturned me on. She held her legs up as her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, baby.”

“Mornin’,” I mumbled against her pussy before slurping her clit into my mouth.

She hissed and held the back of my head as her back arched. I devoured her pussy until her cum coated my beard. After wiping my face, I made my way up her frame and dipped into her wet pussy.

“Mm,” I moaned against her mouth before kissing her. Her nails dug into my back as she wrapped her legs around me. “Are you going to let me take my time in this pussy?”

“Yes, baby. Make me feel every inch.”

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