Free Talk a Good Game by Angie Daniels Page B

foreplay, I need to feel that dick inside
me.”
    He wasted no time positioning
himself and in one push he was buried deep. He started stroking
long and I had to force myself not to groan. All that teasing and
for what? Disappointment. His skinny ass dick wasn’t hitting
nothing. And it was a shame because Q was truly putting his back
into it.
    “ Huh? Did you say
something?”
    Whatever. “No.”
    “ Does it feel good to
you?”
    The way he was moaning there was
no doubt how good it felt to him. “Ooh yeah! That feels good.”
Actually, I was thinking about what I was going to wear to the
Michael Jackson show tonight. Ever since I heard they were putting
together a cirque du soleil of all the King of
Pop ’s number one hits, I knew I had to see it, and Q
was the sponsor to make that shit happen. Speaking of Q… he was
pumping away like a lunatic while I moaned on cue and rocked my
hips. I really care about this dude, but there was no way in hell I
could spend the rest of my life with his little curved dick. And it
was a damn shame because he really did look good on my
arm.
    “ Roll over.”
    Smiling, I did as he said. Doggy-style meant it was
my turn and I was about to feel more than my pussy being tickled. I
rolled onto my back then folded a pillow in half and slipped it
under my stomach like the wedge I kept in my bedroom closet, and
lifted my ass up high off the bed. Q grabbed onto my hips and
pushed inside.
    “ Awww!” I cried the second I felt
him moving. There was something about a man with a crooked dick
pounding me from behind. If it was angled just right, it hit your
g-spot each and every time, no matter how skinny his thing was.
“Yesss.”
    “ Did you say
something?”
    “ Oooh! I said that dick feels
good.” If it could feel like this all the time, maybe I might have
considered marrying him.
    I rocked my hips back, pounding my
wide ass against his stomach. I loved that sound and the feel of
his dick scratching my itch. “Oh… Q… just like that!”
    He was pumping so hard it only
took a matter of minutes before I was crying out his name and
collapsing on the bed. “I missed you,” Q managed between kisses to
my back.
    “ Me too,” I whispered. And really
I did. Spending time with Q was fun because when we were together,
it was all about me. I know that may sound selfish but it was his
choice, not mine. But we truly had fun together.
    I heard my ringtone,
Beyoncé ’s Drunk in Love and I knew it was Kaleb. He ’ d
been on my ass all afternoon. I don’t understand why he was
sweating me. He knew I was in Las Vegas with Q.
    Once Q had fallen asleep, I slipped out from beneath
him, grabbed my cellphone from my purse and disappeared into the
bathroom. As soon as the door was locked, I looked down at all the
missed phone calls and then there were the text messages.
    Answer the phone!
    Please, answer the damn phone!
    Seriously ? I was a little turned off but then I thought maybe
something might have happened and he needed to speak to me. I
turned on the faucet so the water was running and Q couldn’t hear
me through the wall then dialed Kaleb ’s number. He
answered on the first ring.
    “ Why aren’t you answering the damn
phone?”
    I had to take the phone away from
my ear and look around to see if there was someone else in the
bathroom he was talking to. Unfortunately the only one in here was
me. Now I had a slight attitude. “I told you I ’ m with
Q.”
    “ I thought you were ending it?” He
had the nerve to sound like he was my damn daddy. Last I checked
that crazy mothafucka was dead.
    “ Kaleb,
I ’ m gonna end it, but on my terms.”
    “ What ’s that supposed to
mean?”
    “ It means I
don’t need you micromanaging my actions. I got this!
We ’ re here until tomorrow, so
I ’ m not breaking his heart until
the end of the weekend.”
    “ Jae—”
    “ Uh-uh!
I ’ m not doing that to him! Q hasn’t
done anything to me. I ’ m the one ending it with
him.”
    There was a