Free Around the Way Girls 9 by Ms. Michel Moore Page B

coochie starting to tingle. His Gucci Guilty cologne smelled like heaven and our attraction seemed inevitable.
    â€œShow me you’re more than just talk.”
    â€œIn due time, pretty girl. Something’s telling me I’m going to need more winnings to afford you.” Leaning over, gently kissing my forehead, Jay was really turning into a charmer. He’d said the magical words to let me know I definitely wouldn’t be walking away close to empty-handed. “Waitress, bring the lady another round!” Snapping his fingers, waving for the half-naked girl, everyone around here was scurrying like ants taking his orders. “Gotta have my Lady Luck feeling lovely.” He winked, turning toward the game table.
    He had it all wrong. Wasn’t nothing about me lucky. My so-called family made sure I understood that from the day I was born.
    â€œBets are open,” the table attendant spoke up, interrupting our intense conversation.
    The few guys who mingled with Jay at the bar were now joining him at the craps table placing high bets. All were accompanied by women dressed as provocatively as me. I was the baddest mix breed in the crowd killing these hoes softly. Recognizing a new girl from Bare Faxxx eyeing me with hate, I figured she probably rolled with Isis or that other skinny bitch who tried to bum-rush me. It didn’t matter though; I wasn’t the least bit concerned. Not only was she looking hella laced, the casino’s security would hammer her to the wall for coming at me sideways. As she moved her eyes from me, giving the John Doe her undivided attention, I made a mental note to keep an eye on her just in case. Enough slipups had occurred tonight.
    Watching Jay get back into the game, each time he bet big, he won even bigger. Each hand he played was worth a hundred and each time the waitress brought shots of Patrón, his bet doubled. He was on fire and had people stopping left and right to scope his game.
    â€œBets are now closed.” The dealer waved her hand across the table, signaling the gamblers to stop.
    Jay blew on the dice, rolling them around in his hands, before putting them in front of my lips for me to kiss. I played the role hoping my bad luck wouldn’t rub off on him. Once the dice were in perfect position to pay out, he gripped them tightly then tossed them across the table. Popping off the backside of the table then landing on his expected nine, he rubbed my hands together hungrily. “That bet was for you!”
    I was gonna be wearing Jay before the night was over. We shared eye fucks, quick pecks, and naughty comments between each other that had me actually feeling him. I wasn’t hiding my hand. I was flat-out flirting.
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    Each hand I played was worth a stack. I had money to blow plus there was more in the room if I bet too big for my pockets. But it was going to be a cold day in hell for that to happen. “Yeah, pass those winnings over, sweet lady. I’ll be needing all of that money for my after party.” I winked, smiling widely at Butter. By now, I’d hung my blazer over a chair and loosened up the few top buttons of my shirt. Staring at her before making my next few bets, I couldn’t help but be intrigued by her features. She seemed familiar to me but I’d have remembered coming across someone so gorgeous before. I could tell she was mixed but I didn’t know exactly with what. The only thing important was that she had black in her and that had been confirmed by the smartness of her tongue and that fat, chunky ass I couldn’t wait to stuff. It’s like I could smell black pussy from a mile away. And Butter’s had the sweetest smell I’d ever had my nose so close to. I couldn’t wait to get her up to the room to have my way with her. “I’ve got a few more rounds to clean up on, need another drink?”
    â€œNo, I’m good. I’d rather have you order us a bottle of