Page 25 of The Love Dealer

Smiling, I lifted my head and connected our lips. The sweet kiss we started with turned deep and nasty in no time. Not long after, his hands roamed my body while mine did the same to his. I lifted my leg, giving him space to slip his hand under my gown. Only a few seconds passed of him playing with my pussy before I wanted to have his dick in my mouth.

Turning him onto his back, I lowered myself until I made it between his legs. I placed a kiss on his head before spreading his legs and licking and sucking his balls. My attention lifted, and I worked his shaft into my mouth. I sucked until my saliva built and covered it, then I stroked his dick while licking his balls and the space between them and his asshole.

His moans and quiet curses were like music to my ears. I returned to his shaft, focusing on his head and the ridge directly under it until he grabbed my hair and warned me he was about to cum. I continued to lick and stroke, and as soon as his seeds spilled, I opened my mouth wider to take them all. His body jerked and he groaned, tightening his grip on my hair as he came. When he was done, he pushed me away and sat up with a frown on his face.

“What?” I asked skeptically, with a smile.

“You can’t be sucking a nigga dick like that, knowing you leaving tomorrow.”

“Zo… ah!”

He pulled me down and hovered over me, and I laughed, but it quickly turned into a moan as his dick stretched me. With quivering lips, I moaned his name softly. My hands went to his wrists, and I held them tightly as he stroked me just the way I liked. My ankles were on his shoulders, so he tilted my hips and gave himself immediate access to my g-spot.

My eyes alternated from his to our connection, and I found myself mesmerized by how wet my pussy got for him. I loved how we connected on all levels, and our sex was always so fuckinggood. And wet. And hard. And nasty.

Our lips locked, and Zo kissed me deeply as he stroked me. I rocked my hips against him to meet his strokes, but it felt so good, I couldn’t do anything but lie there. His strokes were long and slow. Steady and methodical. It didn’t take long before I was cumming underneath him.

Not missing a beat, Alonso lifted himself and wrapped my legs around his waist. For a few seconds, he paused and stared down at me. I didn’t have to ask him what he was thinking because I was thinking it, too. Pulling him back down to me, I connected our lips so my eyes wouldn’t water.

“I don’t want to let you go, but I’m going to,” he said softly. “I love you.”

His strokes hardened and increased to a medium pace. I wanted to tell him I loved him too, but all I could do was open my mouth as I struggled to breathe.

“Alon… Zo…”

“Hmm?” He circled his hips, and I released a deep groan. “Talk to me, bae.”

“I love you too.” I moaned as my legs shook.

He released a low hum before he buried his face in my neck. My nails dug into his back as I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure that was building between us… praying it didn’t end anytime soon.

ten

Zo

I was in a fucked-up mood,and I didn’t want to take that out on Reka, so I was hoping she didn’t give me a hard time. I took off more days than I’d planned to, but the time I was able to spend with Bre was worth it. We had a lot of time to make up for, and though I knew my workload would be heavy as hell, I was glad I did what I did. She was leaving in a couple of hours, and even though we agreed we wouldn’t see each other before she left, I wanted to pull up on her and get one last kiss.

Truth was, I didn’t know what the fuck she was going to do. It was easy to make plans in the heat of a pleasurable moment, but I had no idea what kind of power Nick’s words and actions truly had over her. She could want to come back to Memphis now and change her mind as soon as she made her way back to Dallas. What I’d told her was true—I wanted her to do what was best for her. I didn’t need love and a romantic relationship, but I knew if I had one with her, it would be a true gift from God.

As long as I had my kids and my career with some pussy from time to time, I would be content. But life with Bre… life with Bre would be a true blessing.

Making my way into the house, I put my bags at the door. It made no damn sense for me to not be at the house that I paid for. I would never put Reka out, especially since she had my youngest daughter, but shit was about to change.

“Reka!” I called out, heading up the stairs in search of her.

The closer I got, the more I heard shuffling, and I refused to believe she had a nigga in my house—in my fucking bed. Whether we were together or not, that shit was an all-time high level of disrespect. Swinging the door open, my eyes widened at the sight of her closing her robe while the nigga she was fucking in my shit quickly pulled his jeans up.

“Have you lost yo’ fucking mind?” I asked, walking over to her. “I know you ain’t fucking this nigga in my house!”

“You don’t want me anymore, so why do you care?”

I chuckled and shook my head, looking the man over to see if I recognized him. “Aye, bruh. You got about three seconds to get the fuck out before I beat yo’ ass.”

“Zo…”

“I need you to shut up,” I ordered calmly, trying to maintain control of my emotions. Taking a step away from her, I pulled in deep breaths as I watched the man damn near jog out of the room. “I came over here to tell you that you can stay in one of my rental properties. I was going to pay your bills for a few months, but since you fucking other niggas, have their asses pay your bills.”

“Zo, please…”

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