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I placed my mouth over her mound and sucked on her clit, I switched from gentle, soft tugs to applying more pressure. She reached down almost immediately, pushed my face into her, and started to grind herself against my face. I had never been afraid of a challenge, so I grabbed her hands and placed them on the inside of her thighs.

“Chance,” she said breathlessly. “What are you…”

The question died on her lips when I placed my hands over hers and pushed her thighs back until she was spread wide, like a butterfly. I kept just enough pressure on her legs so she couldn’t close them. I now had full control of her hands and legs. I paused to get her attention.

When she looked down at me, I told her, “Keep your hands and legs in at all times and enjoy the ride, baby.”

I didn’t leave room for her to ask questions or make comments as I licked her clean with her spread wide before me. I could see and taste every inch of her; without another thought, I buried my face and tongue in her as if I was looking for missing treasure. I alternated between fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her clit. Her hips bucked beneath me as she chased her nut. I could tell she was about to cum, so I let her hands go so that I could use my hands to grip her by her thighs to bring her even closer. If that was even possible. I took one of my hands and placed my thumb on her clit, applying pressure that made her hiss, and I used my other hand to place my thumb at her back entrance, which had her cussing up a storm.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk. Chance, babyyyy,” she moaned and cried out.

I continued to devour her as I licked and sucked up and down her pussy. I called this the holy trinity of four play. I power-drove my tongue in her while I kept my other hands in place. When her legs locked around my head, I knew this was it. She squirted harder than I ever knew possible.

A nigga couldn’t lie, I thought I was gon’ drown, which I wouldn’t be mad at. At least I’ll die with heaven on my tongue. I kept going as she rode out her orgasm. She finally relaxed, and I sat up to look at her.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Justice.” Her eyes slowly opened, and a small smile spread across her face. When she looked down at my dick, her smile slipped a little.

“That looks painful, Chance. Let me help,” she offered.

Before she could sit up, I used my body to keep her from doing so, guiding her back down.

I said, “Not yet. Tonight is all about you. I want you to remember how wonderful this was, how I took my time with you, and how much you enjoyed the holy trinity.” I kissed her three times on the lips. “Remember this, just in case you ever get mad at me and, as a form of punishment, I’m fine with you sitting on my face.”

I pushed my way inside her. We held onto each other as if we were afraid to lose one another. Once I was fully inside her, nothing could be heard but our heavy panting. I had never experienced pussy this good in all my thirty-five years. I was definitely turning into a whipped-ass nigga before my eyes because why did I blurt out, “what’s your ring size?”

She stilled and then started to laugh. I had to bury my face in her neck not to cum too soon because when she laughed her pussy did that suction thing and my godddddddddd. She should have never felt this fucking good. I didn’t think I could let her go home after that. Ever. She should not have been walking outside with this type of high-quality pussy on her. She was gon’ have to lock her up if she wanted to go anywhere without me.

“I’m not laughing, Trouble,” I said, thrusting in between each word. She couldn’t speak; she had a permanent o on her lips, and we got lost in one another after we really found our rhythm. I had to force myself to think about all the ways I wanted her to decorate our house and what a typical day with her would look like. I had to think of anything random so that I wouldn’t come before her. I wanted her to give me one more before I came.

It was as if she knew what I was thinking because she did it; she exploded on me. I felt the sheet soaking beneath us. Trouble wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I used that opportunity to stand. Once I had my footing in order, I lifted her by her ass before I slammed into her. She tossed her head back in pure bliss, as she moaned my name with every thrust I gave her. She had impressed the fuck out of me because instead of running away, she locked her legs and began fucking me back. I bit my bottom lip so fucking hard as I watched her, I thought I would draw blood.

She was fucking beautiful, but I wanted to see her eyes.

“Trouble. Baby. Look at me. Please.”

When our eyes met, her eyes were filled with so much lust, and she wore a sexy smirk on her face. That was all I needed to tip me over. I came so hard I thought I would pass the fuck out. I had quickly positioned us so that my back was on the bed and she was on top of me.

Neither of us moved for what felt like forever. My lil’ baby was boneless. I carried her to the bath to run it, and I decided to join her. I took my time washing her while massaging her body. After we were cleaned, I changed the sheets, and we lay down for the night, or so I thought. Around six a.m I woke up to my dick in her mouth. We didn’t even get two hours of sleep before she was ready to go again, and what kind of man would I be if I didn’t allow her the breakfast of her choice?

CHAPTER 16

Justice

APRIL 16TH

Over the past month, I had practically moved in with Chance. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and neither of us was complaining. But we had a little bet going on. Whoever was the biggest feen… loser would have to cook every meal for a month, and the winner could get head at the drop of a dime anytime they wanted. I definitely needed that. Even though my man was an eater, I still loved the idea of me telling him to eat me out in the most random places. We were both two feens when it came down to it.

Over the past few days, though, since we came up with this bet, he had been acting suspicious. I didn’t know whether it was because he was actually just trying to win or because he had lost interest in me.

This morning he had breakfast delivered to me in bed and topped it off by having me for breakfast. I moaned his name in his favorite octave. Since finding out, or remembering, that I could sing, he had wanted me to sing all the time. One time when we were making love, he hit a spot so good that I literally sang his praises.

When he told me to get dressed and to ride with him real quick, I tried to get more information out of him, but he wasn’t budging.

“So, where we going, bae?” I spoke casually as if I hadn’t already asked him that.

“Eight?” he said.

“Huh?”