Page 68 of Truce Of The Matter

“You mo—” She starts to rage but I end the call.

I don’t need Aria and her indecisive ass ruining my night. After placing my cell back in my pocket, I grab Truce’s keys off the key rack and walk into the garage. Once I’m out, I set the security system on my phone then head to Truce. Since I have her keys, I let myself in.

She’s in her kitchen, standing near the island mixing something. There’s stuff all over the counter but I can truly only see her in my hoodie. Her toned legs are on full display. The top half of her sexy body is swimming in the hoodie and she looks stunning.Absolutely gorgeous.

Without looking up from her bowl, she asks, “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?”

“You’re mine, right?”

“I am.”

“Then, hell yeah. I can stare as much as I want.” She lifts her pretty face then blesses me with her sexy smile. It pulls me to her. My arms are around her waist and hands on her thighs as soon as I conquer her space. “Staring is cool but touching is fucking amazing, with your sexy ass.”

She drops her head back, positioning her lips toward mine and I waste no time kissing her. As my tongue locks with hers, my fingers travel up her thighs to her panties. When I ease one hand inside, she moans into my mouth.

“Rex,” she purrs as she clamps her thighs together.

“Trapping my hand with the thighs I love has the opposite effect, beautiful. I’m definitely not moving it now,” I admit before pecking the tip of her nose.

“What about this chicken salad?” she whimpers. My fingers maneuver to her slit and I play with her fat ass pussy lips.

“What about it?” I ask and she moans. Two of my fingers are inside of her, thrusting in and out. Her hands abandon the knife and fork and they fall to the counter. Her head falls back on my chest and I glance down to see her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her breathing increases and I can hear each time she exhales. “You want to cum or make this salad?”

“Cum,” she trills as her arms raise and she grips the back of my neck. Her walls clamp around my fingers and as they fuck her, she grips them. Low, sexy moans fall off her lips,encouraging me to pull her orgasm out. When her mouth opens and no moans or sounds come out, I know she’s almost there. So I lean in and slowly kiss her as I increase my thrusts. With my tongue damn near down her throat, she cums, soaking my fingers. “Shiiiittttt!” she hisses before dropping her head. Her hands fall from my neck and grip the counter. “Fuck, baby,” she whimpers breathlessly before grinning. “We are going to be late.”

“Real late,” I tell her as I hook my arm around her and lift her feet off the ground.

“Rex!” she squeals as I carry her to our favorite spot on her chaise lounge.

My dick is hard as hell and aching, wanting to sink into her. When I reach the lounge, I place her on her feet. Her arms latch around my neck as I hook her waist with one arm. With my knee anchored on the lounge, I lay her down then kiss her lips nastily.

“Make that really, really late. I’m thinking two more orgasms,” I utter into her ear.

“This game is rigged,” Monae’s cousin Kinnidi complains as she and her husband Jabari struggle to walk to the table housing the red cups.

“Facts, I’m damn near two feet taller than her lil ass and this shit is hard,” he agrees and Monae and Truce both laugh.

We are at Monae’s house playing our third game of the night. We made it but we were indeed late. After bringing her to two more orgasms, Truce had to finish up her chicken salad sliders and get dressed in a hurry. We made it at eight-thirty.

It’s just us three couples and it’s been cool. I basically know everyone here except Jabari’s wife. Because he’s an NBA star and their engagement during a televised game had been everywhere, I knew her name but this is my first time actually meeting her.

I don’t know what to call this game we are playing but basically, each couple got a plastic golf ball. We have to hold it between our foreheads and walk from one end of their living room to the other and drop it in a red cup. Just and Monae dropped it and were disqualified and Truce and I did it in two minutes and twenty-eight seconds. Jabari and Kinnidi are struggling to beat our time. They might as well give up though because they are walking slow as shit, trying to hold onto that ball.

“Shit!” Kinnidi yells and I look up to see the ball fall.

“We won!” Truce yells before pecking my face.

She jumps up and adds another five points to the scoreboard propped up on the table. I thought I was competitive but my girl is a beast. She’s not letting us walk away with an L.

“I swear I can’t stand your competitive ass. Damn! Can you at least let the host win?” Monae teases.

“A win means nothing if you don’t earn it. Ain’t that right, baby?” she asks me.

“I mean when you right you right,” I agree.

“What’s next? On lord, I’m not wit’ this losing shit either. Where’s the hoop and ball?” Jabari asks.

“Hell naw, my nigga. It’s outside but not for couples night. Y’all ain’t gon’ embarrass my ass in my own crib,” Just says, then stands. “You want another drink, bae?” he asks Monae.

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