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“Never need to be.”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it right now. Your pops called me.”

I pulled my head up. “Yeah?”

“He was calling to let me know he took the Bentley to get washed. Think he’s taking your mother away for the weekend, too.”

“Awe, that’s nice. It’s not too often they get the weekends off together anymore. One is usually working while the other is off.”

Landon’s lips pressed against my head. “Told him to take the car and enjoy.”

“That’s nice. I know he really appreciates that. They used to do a lot of things together, and then they stopped.”

It became quiet, and the only sounds in the room was the air conditioner and the news playing in the background. “In time, I would like to travel with them.”

I popped my head up. “Who said I was even gonna travel with you?”

“You going.”

“You so damn bossy.”

He grabbed a handful of my ass and looked down at me. “And you like the shit, so what’s the problem?”

I put my head back down onto his chest because he didn’t tell one lie. Closing my eyes, he pulled me closer into him as I fought my sleep until I eventually gave in.

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Recommendation: Listen to Mirror by Neyo

I held her around the waist and pulled her up as I bit down on my bottom lip while watching my dick fall out of her. She looked down at me as she tried to hold on to my chest, wondering what I was doing. I was admiring how her pussy gripped my shit like it was always supposed to be there.

“Don, what you doing?” she moaned, as I slammed her back down onto my dick, and she gasped, scratching my chest.

My hands remained on her hips, squeezing them while she bounced up and down. “Open your eyes, Pooh… let me see you,” I grunted.

She slowly opened her eyes and then looked down into mine. Her hand ran through her curls as she continued to bounce, and her breast slapped her chest harder with each bounce. She tucked her bottom lip in and bit down on it while her body fell in line with mine. Removing one hand from her waist, I grabbed a handful of her ass while she quietly squealed.

Her moans was music to my ears. Like my favorite song playing on a loop on a sunny day. I could hear her soft moans and begging for the rest of my life if she would have allowed me. Her waist beads slapped against her skin the harder she came down on me.

I stared up at her at the same time she looked down at me and I saw it.

Thatlook.

It was the same look that I had been given any time I found myself in this position. The same look that forced me to cut all ties with any woman that gave it to me. A look that I couldn’t afford to ignore because I couldn’t give them what they expected.

Slapping her ass, as our eyes were locked, did nothing. This look felt different to me. I wasn’t ready to remove her from my life. I wanted her to stare at me like this. I wanted to know the thoughts behind this look.

“This mine?”

She nodded her head yes, as she tried to grip anything. Her hands holding her curls up would have to do, because I gripped her hips and moved it slowly while staring up at her, waiting for the verbal answer I needed.

“Hmm,” she moaned.

“Answer the question for me, Navy… I wanna hear the fucking words.”

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