Page 11 of Mr. Big Stuff

I grinned and nodded.

“I wasn’t sure. I only knew that there was a vibe between us and there was a good chance that if I let you know I was done, I wouldn’t get the shit slapped out of me.”

I laughed at that. “For our sake, I’m happy you got good senses.”

“I’m happy too and not just because I didn’t get assaulted.” We watched each other and like always the energy rising between us was like a call I couldn’t ignore but he wouldn’t be dissuaded.

“Your turn, Tracey.”

I sighed. “I heard your phone call with Malika, I think her name was.” Even though I knew exactly what her name was.

He nodded and waited.

“I wondered what that was about. Only because you said you had no lovers, that’s all.”

“It’s cool. You don’t even have to explain. You just had me inside of you so you have every right to want to know what’s up.”

I agreed but admittedly most men, people, weren’t agreeable to sharing their private lives, whether they were screwing or not and it was a shame because that’s how a lot of STDs were spread, and also how a lot of hearts were broken.

“Malika was a woman I was dating for a few months.”

“And what happened, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“She got scared of my dick.”

Raymond spent the next few minutes watching me break down in laughter, smiling at me with patience.

“I’m serious. It happens a lot, Tracey.”

I guess I could understand why. He was very blessed but the way his mouth and fingers prepared me for him, the way my body already wanted him, I had no problem taking him inside of me. I was sure he didn’t give me every last inch but what he gave me felt so damn good.

“You’re daydreaming again.”

“My bad,” I said sheepishly.

“You do that a lot. I’m always catching you staring at me.”

“I can’t help it. My mind travels a lot around you.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“You should.”

“Besides, I’m staring at you when you’re not looking.”

“I’m going to have to give you something to look at, then.”

“Trust me—you already do, Tracey.”

His words warmed me and the part of me that was a bit tender from our time together started to moisten under his attention.

We stared at each other for a beat that turned into two before he broke the connection. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’ll never get out of here and we have a big day tomorrow.”

Theweset off alarm bells and the thumping pulse of my pussy stopped.

“What do you mean we? I thought you were presenting alone.”

“I was until I saw all that was involved thanks to you. You’re very creative by the way.”

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