Free Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) by Love Belvin Page A

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    “Have you sucked that b ig black cock yet?” I gasped and my eyes flew up to Azmir who appeared unalarmed and I silently prayed that he didn’t hear that over the soft music of the restaurant. After my assessment I went back to her.
    “Shelly, you know that I can’t do that now. We’ve talked about this before.” I tried sounding admonitory, I really didn’t want to discuss this with him mere inches away.
    “Suck his cock, Na-Na! That’s an order! He’ll love it, and you will, too!” I heard the humor in her voice. She was out of control and I’d planned to rip into her in the morning.
    “We are so not discussing this right now. I have to go. Please don’t overdo it tonight. We have an early morning, Shelly,” I heeded, ending the call.
    Letting out a deep exhale , I slipped the phone back into my clutch and before I could fully pick up my fork—
    “She’s right, you would ,” Azmir spoke evenly and sotto voce.
    Could he be referring to…? He ignored my quizzical gaze, keeping his eyes down to his food as he cut into his chicken.
    “I…I would what?”
    “You would enjoy pleasuring me orally.” Slowly, his eyes ascended to mine. “Why can’t you do it?” Azmir seemed to have sang those words—directly to my sex. I felt it leap.
    My face heated up in sheer embarrassment. I was really going to harm Michelle the following morning when I got my hands on her size four ass.
    “I can show you how to please me if that’s what you’re concerned about. I would enjoy it.” How could he keep a straight posture and equable tone when taking on a topic like this?
    “It-it’s just that…I —”
    “You don’t have to discuss it if it makes you uncomfortable. I just thought I’d give clarity to the subject.” He went back to his food as he continued , “It’s not like you haven’t given it some thought.”
    I was frozen in my seat , not knowing where to go after that heady exchange.
    “Finish your meal, Brimm. We’ll work around it,” he commanded as he maintained his attention on his plate.
    After dessert , we left the restaurant. I was ready to get him alone, it was almost torturing. As we stood outside waiting for the Bentley, I was admiring Azmir’s beauty. He was tall, beautifully dark with striking features, just extremely handsome. Damn is that goatee working for him! His urban look was casual but definitely stylish and appealing.
    As I gave him a once over I fantasized about what I was going to do to him once we got back to my place. I reached over to grab him and when I did , I gently pulled his face down to mine. He came into me and I kissed him softly. When he pulled back he gave me a look of passion, I had to go for it again whether we were in public or not. I moved into him again for another gentle pat on the lips only after, I didn’t withdraw, I went back in with my tongue. He reciprocated and I could tell by the speed of his tongue and breathing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. My panties grew moist. I stroked the visible muscle in his jaw, running my pads against the soft quills of his facial hair. His tongue was so cool and agile. He took his left hand and placed it on the small of my back and then I got so lost in the moment that I forgot where I was.
    Out of nowhere , there was the sound of a horn snapping us out of our tryst.
    “Come on . That’s our ride.”
    We continued our foreplay in the backseat of his Bentley while on our way to my place when his cell rang. He ignored the first phone as he lifted my dress and pulled me closer to him so that he could ruffle my panties until he eventually found his way to my private valley. His adroit fingers played amazing tricks with my clitoris as his tongue paralleled its movements in my mouth. I tried to keep up with his kiss. It was heavy, telling. Communicatory of his needs. After a while I couldn’t keep up because I had to catch my breath. He had developed a strategy with his long fingers. He’d start on my