Free Sex in the Hood Saga by White Chocolate Page A

more than physical. Just standing there, gawking at this god-like statue, she felt like his spirit was wrapping around her like the sheared mink coat she abandoned at her house. Right now it felt like she was connecting with this complete stranger on another level. A soul deep dimension where she’d known him forever.
    Her pussy throbbed. Celeste was going wild with the idea of hopping up on this guy and solving the mystery of what fucking was all about. At the same time, she had the urge to run. Fast and far. But that hot, gushing sensation surged up to her brain, which flashed an image. She leaps up to embrace him . . . he’s holding her up around his waist by cupping her butt with those giant hands . . . and she’s kissing him as if the very touch of her lips to his keeps her heart beating . . . and if she pulls away even to breathe, the spark of electricity that makes blood pump through the body would fizzle out and she would dry up and blow away, leaving him with two handfuls of white confetti . . . but she doesn’t have to pull away to breathe because his expelled air, the oxygen molecules dancing around his windpipe with carbon dioxide and heat and moisture, that’s all she needs to sustain her own life . . . just him, inside her, his big dick inside her hot, hungry pussy.
    A boiling sensation sizzled across every inch of her skin. Her cheeks were burning. Lips were scorched. And Celeste was bubbling, as if that geyser inside her turned upside down and was blowing steam and frothy splashes onto the pink velvet shores of her pussy.
    She had to run, get away from this overwhelming feeling. No way could she maintain her vow of celibacy if she were around someone who, in a split-second, aroused more potent sensations than she’d ever felt. And even though Celeste told her, during that awesome orgasm inside the house, that she had to share her mix-race woman powers in order to set off their true, phenomenal potential, she didn’t believe it. Her physical and emotional state of mind today was so crazy, Celeste was liable to say anything in the heat of the moment.
    Your sweet little cherry is about to get plucked, sucked and fucked by this black superhero, Celeste said through the inner voice in Victoria’s head. Victoria’s mouth watered with a hunger for—
    Oh my God, this guy could turn me into a certified nymphomaniac serial killer.
    She turned around and ran toward the house. “Vee!” Henry called.
    She stomped up the first two steps.
    The pit bulls growled. They got into attack stance. The brown one glared with red-rimmed eyes and leaped at her.
    A blur of white teeth . . . brown fur . . . claws dog-paddling midair. Pow!
    A red splotch exploded on the side of the dog’s round belly.

Chapter 8
    Duke couldn’t stand the sight of fear in her huge eyes. They were like blue-tinted mirrors, flashing code that only he knew. Good thing he was seeing this message here right now, because he was going to make it his life mission to erase it and never let it flash on her fine-ass face again. Ever.
    And so it is written, and so it is done. Like right now, Duke just knew this chick was going to be putting herself out of her virgin misery in a Motor City minute. Tonight. On his dick. If she thought she was in shock now, she couldn’t even imagine the raw dog dick-down that was about to rock her world like a meteor. And make her fly . . . tonight.
    She gon’ be so ridiculously horny she gon’ be throwin’ that sweet pussy at me befo’ midnight tonight in my penthouse.
    Timbo was burning and tingling just as tough as Duke’s right hand from the kick-back. He balled it up, along with his left fist, to stop himself from rushing up on her and sweeping her into his arms. She’d probably pee on herself if he did that. If she hadn’t already. She was a suburban, half-white princess one day, and standing in the hood with dog blood on her pretty toes the