Page 14 of The Love Dealer

“The way that pussy was leaking in that video said otherwise. You might not have wanted sex with him, but I ain’t worried about that with me.”

Bre licked her lips and swallowed hard. “Maybe you’re right. All I probably need is a man’s undivided attention and praise for a while. A little sexual healing. It’s been so long since I felt cherished by a man.” She sighed and shook her head.

Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” instantly started playing in my head.

“With your permission, I’d like to change that.”

Her hands slid down my arms as she looked up at me. “Will you… please?”

As I slid my fingers down her neck, she shivered. “You don’t have to ask.” I gave her my keys and told her, “Go wait in the car. I’ll give you the room number when I’m ready for you to come up.”

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The hotel was pretty much bookedfor the night. All they had left were the presidential suites. I ended up booking one and added to it flowers, wine and chocolate for the turndown service, and chocolate-covered strawberries. While I waited for everything to be delivered, I checked the suite out to make sure it was something Bre would like.

The bedroom was big with naturally dim lighting. The sitting room had a bar and fireplace with a view of the river, and the bathroom had a large walk-in shower and garden tub. Once everything arrived, I went to get Bre. How the hotel was set up, there were several buildings, and I didn’t want to risk her getting lost.

As we headed to the suite, we held hands as she looked up at me every once in a while with a goofy ass smile. It was cute as hell, I couldn’t lie. I loved that she was happy and excited because she deserved it.

After giving her a tour of the suite, Bre expressed her appreciation. She surprised me when she asked if we could take a bath together and I happily obliged. When she first undressed, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Bre had to get in the tub to break the trance she had me in. As she giggled, I undressed, and the sight of my muscular build and long dick shut her up immediately. I was already working with a nice package when we were younger, and my shit had grown since. Bre licked her lips as I got behind her in the tub, and I couldn’t wait to shove my shit in her mouth.

Not tonight, though. Tonight, I just wanted to give her a quick release. One that would strengthen our bond for the weekend emotionally.

As we sipped our wine and indulged in the chocolates, silence lingered between us. It wasn’t until we were done soaking and had showered before conversation picked up again.

Bre asked, “How is Caprice? How are all of your children, but Caprice…”

“Y’all always had a bond.” I paused in recollection. “I remember the first time she saw you at my mama’s house. She cried and reached for you and refused to let you go.”

“I know, right?” Bre giggled as she dried her skin. “I could not believe she wanted me to hold her. I found so much comfort in that. A part of me was so scared and worried if she’d like me, and baby girl loved me from the jump.”

“Yeah, she did. No one else could have her while you were around.”

With the cutest giggle, Bre walked over to me, and I wasted no time wrapping my arms around her.

“I wonder if she would recognize me. Probably not, huh?”

“She will. You know I took several pictures of y’all together. We look at them for every one of her birthdays, and she always asks when y’all will get to celebrate together again.”

“Well, that makes me want to cry.” As she sniffled, Bre turned her back to me and wiped her face. “I miss her a lot. I know she isn’t mine, but she was like my first daughter. Losing her when I lost you…” Her breath trembled as she wrapped her hand around her neck.

Hugging her from behind, I placed a kiss to her neck. “I’m sorry, Sabrina. I didn’t think about how that choice would affect both of you.”

“It’s fine. You and Reka are doing a great job with her. That’s all that matters to me.”

Turning her in my arms, I tried to soften her heart with, “I see you’re still a crybaby.”

Bre laughed like I hoped she would as I wiped the last of her tears. The longer our eyes remained locked, the more difficult it was to keep me from lowering to her lips. As soon as our lips connected, I felt that spark that shocked me when I was seventeen years old. Like with our first kiss, we both pulled away. A low whistle escaped me as I grabbed my bottom lip. Weird tingles went throughout me as my body heated. I was too much of a man to say the kiss gave me butterflies, but moths were swirling around in a nigga’s stomach.

“You be starting these first kisses off like you know what you doing,” I teased, and she laughed just like she did all those years ago.

“Get back here,” she commanded, and I closed the space between us.

Craning my neck, I connected our lips again. A soft moan escaped her lips as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. The second she grinned, I grabbed her waist and deepened the kiss. My dick was already semi-hard, but as she swirled her tongue around mine and sucked my lips, my shit got painfully hard, quick as hell. My shit was so hard and heavy, I feared a quick release. I had years’ worth of nut saved up for her ass, and my dick was ready to explode.

“Zo,” she whispered against my lips before pulling away, but now, I was the one who wanted her to stay.

My hand wrapped around her neck, and I pulled her back to me as I said, “I want more.”

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