Free Thug Matrimony by Wahida Clark Page A

began with both hands.
    “Damn, baby,” he grunted. “That’s the shit I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Ssss-shit.”
    “This is my dick.” Angel squeezed harder. It was now her turn to take control.
    “This dick … ssss … fuck, baby … just like that.”
    “It’s Mami’s, right, Papi?”
    “D-damn … right.” he stuttered as she gently massaged his nuts.
    “Nigga, act like it.” She released her magic grip, leaned back, and propped one of her stilettos up on the desk. She pulled hisdick to her pussy and began rubbing the head up and down her hot, juicy pussy, teasing them both.
    Kaylin was enjoying the view of seeing his big long dick being handled between her small French-manicured fingers.
    “Ok-kay. This … feels soooooo damn good. Oh … yes!” she screamed as her body spazzed. She kept the dick on her clit, riding her orgasm higher and higher.
    “Miss Angel, Dell Gindhart from Puma is on line four for you,” Bobbi’s voice belted out over the intercom.
    “Fuck!” Kaylin spat.
    “Oh, shit!” Angel gasped and shook as she tried to catch her breath. She had a smirk on her face as she gently pushed Kaylin back and slid down off the desk.
Two for me, zero for him. Now who’s on point?
He was standing there with a rock-hard dick in his hands. She clumsily fastened her bra and snatched her shirt up off the couch. She wobbled over to Kaylin’s desk to press the speakerphone button. Her knees were still weak from the two toe-curling, much-needed orgasms she had.
    “Dell, hi, how are you? I have Mr. Santos here with me.” Angel began fixing her clothes.
    “Dell, what’s good?” He rolled his eyes up in his head, wanting to tell his ass to call back after he busted his nut.
    “Hey, guys, we just FedExed over some paperwork for New Day. Look it over and get back with me. It should be satisfactory to you guys, but either way talk to us. We really want to do business with your company and not just New Day. My people are liking your vision, Mr. Santos.”
    “Is that a good thing?” Kaylin joked, his eyes never leaving Angel. He was pissed that he had to put his dick away.
    “You bet it is. Like I said, just have Ms. Smith look it over and we’ll take it from there. Talk to you soon.”
    Angel disconnected the call and hit the front desk button.
    “Yes, Miss Angel?”
    “Bobbi, as soon as a FedEx from Puma arrives let me know. IfI’m not here let Mr. Santos know.” Angel disconnected Bobbi, pumped her fist in the air, and squealed, “Y-y-yes!”
    “Good job, baby.” Kaylin had to give her her props. “Do you know what it means to have such a big company endorse a small label and a new artist? It’s unheard of in this business. You are doing your thang and we’re just getting started,” he said in admiration.
    Angel’s heart was beating a mile a minute. If the contracts were to her specifications, that would be their first joint venture, possibly worth millions and the opening to many more deals. She planned on putting Puma back on the map and New Day on it. “I’ma bad bitch!”
    “Yes, you are. And I’m the shit for having you on my team,” he said as he grabbed her hands, pulling her close and massaging her ass. She was still trying to talk or rather celebrate as he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deep and long. Coming up for air, he whispered, “Let’s finish where we left off.”
    “You want some of this phat, juicy, pregnant pussy, don’t you?” she teased.
    “Baby, you know there’s nothing I want more, right now.”
    “You’re going to keep on wanting it as long as I don’t have my wedding ring.” She pushed him away.
    “Red.” He looked as if he was just kicked in the nuts.
    “Red, nothing.”
    “So, you just gonna let a nigga get blue balls?”
    She laughed. “I ain’t fuckin’ with you like that, nigga. Shit, I’m horny too. but the issues that we didn’t know we had, we need to tackle them and dead them muthafuckas. And I don’t know why the fuck