Page 44 of Lucci

I opened the door, and she stood there still dressed to the nines with a look of uncertainty on her face. “What’s up?”

Breezy shifted her weight and cleared her throat. “Do you have a minute?”

I stepped back allowing her room to step over the threshold. After I closed the door behind her she didn’t make a move to sit down. I attempted to wait patiently for her to say what she came to say, but she was taking too long. Her scent. The way the dress she wore hugged her curves. Being in her presence. It was all too much, and waiting any longer wasn’t an option. I closed the distance between us, cupped her chin with my free hand and tongued her down like a man home fresh off a double-digit bid. I’d never enjoyed kissing the way I enjoyed slobbing Breezy down. Our kiss was so deep and passionate that she moaned in my mouth.

Kiandra and Breezy weighed around the same thing. I wasn’t willing to risk hurting myself to carry her from the car, but it was almost a reflex for me to pick Breezy up and carry her into my bedroom. With her legs wrapped around my waist, we kissed all the way to the bed.

“If you want this dress you gotta take it off,” I warned Breezy. I wanted her bad enough to rip that pretty dress right off her body.

Breezy peeled her dress off while I pushed my shorts and boxer briefs down in one swift motion. The moment she laid down, I wedged myself between her legs, lowered my body, and inhaled the scent of her peach. I locked my hands around her thighs and pulled her nub into my mouth simultaneously. Breezy moaned as I sucked.

One thing I could always count on was for her to smell clean and taste sweet. It was my turn to moan as she bucked against my face. Writhing from the pleasure, Breezy pulled at her hair as I swiped my tongue down her center and grazed her asshole. Her sticky essence was plentiful, and I lapped it up like a starved man. I cleaned Breezy off with my tongue before hovering over her and allowing her to taste herself. She cupped my face in her hands and devoured my lips. Breezy sucked my tongue then my bottom lip.

“I missed you so much,” I confessed against her lips. My dick was throbbing so bad that it hurt.

I pushed myself into her with force that I hoped didn’t hurt her. Breezy clawed at my back and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I missed you so fucking much,” I confessed again as I began sucking on her neck.

“I missed you too, baby,” she panted.

Pulling back, I stared into Breezy’s eyes. Things I never cared to do with other women came naturally with her. Kissing, oral sex, eye contact while fucking. I intertwined my fingers with hers and held her hand while I fucked her with aggression. I was marking my territory. I was done letting circumstances and other people keep me from Breezy.

“Turn over. I’m about to punish that ass for being at the gala with another man.” I warned Breezy.

Breezy must have known that the pain would be coupled with pleasure because she didn’t hesitate to get on her knees and toot that ass up in the air. I eased back into her slowly, and we moaned in unison. Increasing the pace of my strokes, I began to pump in and out of her faster and harder. Breezy clawed at the sheets and alternated between whimpering and moaning as I fucked the taste out of her mouth.

“Lucci! Lucci, baby, oh my fucking gosh,” she squealed as her body convulsed, and her pussy spasmed on my dick.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I smacked her ass cheeks. “Where you want this nut?”

“In my mouth. I want to suck your dick so bad, baby. Let me taste it.” The way she was damn near begging almost put me in a trance. Even though the idea of head was amazing, it was hard for me to pull out of Breezy’s tight, moist center.

Finally, I snatched out her, and she whirled around and took me into her mouth. Grabbing a fistful of her classy up do, I thrust my hips fucking her mouth. Breezy moaned greedily as saliva dripped off her chin.

“Do that shit,” I coached. “Do that fucking shit,” I damn near growled as my seeds shot from my dick and slid down her throat.

Breezy cleaned me up with a devilish grin on her face. Clearly. She enjoyed making my toes curl. I collapsed beside Breezy. A nigga was spent, and I just needed ten minutes to catch my breath.

“What made you stop by?” I asked. I almost didn’t want to know why she came. All couples had problems. No relationship was perfect, but I couldn’t help but to wonder if I should include Breezy in my chaotic world.

“I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. Make sure you were okay. Even if I felt like you didn’t deserve it.”

I chuckled. “Funny thing is, I haven’t done anything wrong. On any given day, Kiandra is mad at me just like you are. Shit is wild.” I shook my head and stared up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” Breezy’s tone was soft. I looked over at her. “Women can be brats sometimes. I honestly admire the way you handle Kiandra.”

“That’s nice to know because she sure doesn’t,” I chuckled.

Breezy ran her thumb back and forth across my cheek. “We need to talk about something.”

“What’s up?” my brows furrowed.

“Why do you keep getting shot at Lucci? Talk to me.”

My eyes traveled back to the ceiling. “You already know I don’t get money the conventional way. My primary source of income over the past few years has been robbing niggas. Sometimes, that shit comes back to bite me.”

“Seems like a lot of times.” I could hear the fear lacing her tone.

“I’m done with that. Had plans to be done with it before I got shot. I found a house, and I bought it. I’m going to renovate it and sell it. I’m also giving real estate class another go. I wasn’t playing when I used to say that Kiandra was too good for me. But you’re no different than her. I felt like you were too good to get caught up in my bullshit. That was one of the reasons that when you fell back from me, I left you alone.”

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