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replied,
really not sure what she was implying.
    “Have a queen prepare a
home cooked meal.” Arrogance was in her tone. A sexy arrogance, though.
    I smiled. “Not that
often.”
    “Hmm, so where’s Mrs.
Spade?”
    “There is no Mrs.
Spade,” I said. “I know you’ve been divorced for a while, but I know there’s
somebody. Where’s he? ”
    “There is no ‘he.’ I
have friends but no one special.” She smiled.
    We chatted a little
longer. She was even more intelligent and interesting than I assumed. We talked
about everything from our favorite dishes to investment opportunities. Twenty
minutes later we were in her bedroom.
    We undressed each
other, kissing slow and methodical like we were life-long lovers. Her level of
maturity showed in the bed. I let her take control initially. She liked kissing
because she acted like she couldn’t get enough of my tongue. Eventually she
kissed my chest, laying over top of me so my dick was poking her in her
stomach.
    Then she went down to
my stomach, her tongue tasting my skin. Her mouth was warm. She let out a few
soft moans before she took me in her mouth.
    “You taste good, baby,”
she said. She moved slowly up and down my shaft using just enough saliva. She
played with her clit, making herself cum as she sucked. “Talk dirty to me,
baby,” she said when she came up for air.
    I grabbed the back of
her head and tried to lose my dick in her jaws. Shortly after  that I was
ready to taste her.
    “Turn around,” I
demanded.
    We sixty-nined it. Her
hairless, meaty pussy tasted good too. She moaned, I grunted, as Levert sang to
us. It was magic.
    She got up off my face
and slipped down my torso. She eased down my dick, reverse cowgirl. She did her thang ! And the view of her fit body and bouncing ass was just right!
    “ Ahh, shit,
baby,” she cried, slamming up and down on my dick. She felt good, her pussy
gripped me like a glove—it didn’t seem like a human being came out of here. I
gripped both of her ass cheeks and navigated the ride.
    Then I flipped her on
her back. I went in hard. She screamed and made a lot of ugly faces.
    “You like that, bitch?”
I asked.
    “Yes, baby! I’m ‘bout …
‘bout to cum!” she cried.
    “Yeah?” I was fucking
her like I was possessed.
    “Oooh … shit !” She
came.
    Then I turned her over
doggy style, made a slow entry, very slow. Teasing her. She looked back at my package
to watch what was bringing her so much pleasure. I sped up, beast-fucking her
again. I smacked her ass repetitiously, and fucked her like I had something to
prove.

CHAPTER 15
     
    It was the next morning and the smell of
breakfast woke me up. Last night, me and Lisa showered after sex fell asleep. I
usually didn’t spend the night over women’s houses on the first night. Old
habit, I guess. But I had felt comfortable.
    I went to her bathroom and
helped myself to a spare toothbrush. I got myself together and headed toward
the kitchen. No shirt, just pants and shoes.
    Lisa stood over the
stove in a Victoria’s Secret embroidered apron number. It stopped right below
her ass, showing off her strong legs.
    “Hey, sleepy,” she
shot.
    “What’s up, baby?” I
sat down at the kitchen table, phone in hand.
    I had a few missed
calls from OG Casa, Nicole, and Duece. I planned on calling them later. I
enjoyed my night with Lisa and it looked like it was going to be a good morning
also. Had to enjoy this moment of serenity.
    “I’m fixing you
pancakes, turkey bacon, and eggs,” she said.
    Looking at the food and
her amazing frame, I replied, “I see.”
    “It’ll be ready in a
minute. Can you get the orange juice out the fridge?”
    I got the juice out,
grabbed a couple glasses too. As we ate, we engaged in small talk. Then the
conversation got interesting. She admitted to seeing me prior to the Verizon
run-in. She told me that the beauty salon she owned was the same one Sonya
worked at. She saw me pick Sonya up a few times, and she told me somebody