Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
She should’ve seen how he held me when were all finished in the morning… the way he looked at me… I got cleaned up, dressed, and got the fuck outta there. I was runnin’ for my life… He was going to have me twisted.
She drifted away for a minute, flirting with that strange spell he’d almost put her under. “I ain’t no psychic but you know I can pick up on shit like that. The man is a beast.”
“Yeah, you can. You read people like a book.”
“But I can’t read him fo’e shit!” She stomped her foot. “He may as well be a book with nothin’ but blank pages in it. Oh, and you know I ain’t one to kiss and tell, but baaaaybe!” She spun in her friend’s direction. “He’s too damn good in bed. I mean, the shit he can do should be illegal. I’m sure it is in five of six states.”
“Ain’t no such thing! How can you be too good in bed?” India chuckled as she sipped her glass of wine, drinking a bit slower as the alcohol loosened her tongue.
“It’s possible, believe me. Makes a woman addicted, and I’m not tryna get addicted to nobody. After that shit with Gio, I needed a break. It’s the lies and bullshit for me.”
“Girl, please. Ain’t Gio an Aries?”
“Taurus. Trifling ass.”
“That wasn’t your man though, so it was easier to slip away from him.” Yeah, but it still upset me. I just refuse to let anyone see it. “Thank God it had only been a couple of months of wasted time versus years, like his silly ass girlfriend, and you handled that situation like only you could, Azure! With grace and courage. Can’t nobody top you in that department.”
“Bitch, you right.” They both burst out laughing again. “Black Feminine energy is what powers the world. I wasn’t ’bout to let that sista fall down without giving her a step up. Why push her down in the valley when I can help her climb the mountain? Back on topic though, sis, it was like I wrote down everything I liked, then Caspian read it and did it, play by play. Ain’t nobody that damn intuitive. ’Specially not no man.”
This motherfucker had me up against the damn wall by my neck, fuckin’ the shit outta me. He let go and was able to push me up and down with his dick alone! Her pussy clamped and pulsed at the mere thought of it again… Who has that kind of stamina and control? Mothafucka ain’t even break a sweat, and let’s not talk about his pussy eatin’ skills. Was under the fuckin’ water for over thirty seconds, tearin’ my ass up.
“He’s a beast in bed. It was ridiculous. Devil dick. Titan tongue.” She flicked the brush, coated in black paint, down the middle of the canvas, correcting a few strands of hair. ‘Everything’ by Laval was now playing.
“Let me borrow him.” India snorted.
“…Then got the nerve to have a big ol’ dick,” she mumbled to herself. I can handle a dick, okay? I’ve seen some monsters, but this shit had me stretched the fuck out and barkin’. This White boy was packin’ and wasn’t tryna take it easy on me. He started out goin’ balls deep. Wasn’t no workin’ up to it. GOD, HE WAS DELICIOUS! “Instead of gearing up to call him back, I should be filing a police report on his monkey ass. He fucked up my pussy Feng Shui. Walls just knocked the fuck down.”
They both burst out laughing again.
“CALL HIM!”
“I am! I just don’t want to seem too anxious, you know? I mean, he might not be no millionaire, but he got bank. He is particularly good lookin’. Got his own place. No kids. Nice cars. I checked all that out. No criminal record on the free reports we can look up, ’cept for some speeding tickets and a couple of bar fights he got into in his early twenties. He was probably drunk.” She shrugged. “But something bothers me…”
“What?”
She placed the painting brush down, faced her friend and took a deep breath. Needing some air and a prayer, she lit a silver cigar and leaned back against the wall, clutching the thing with her paint splattered fingers.
“I can tell a lot about a soul. His is so, so angry… so hurt. I can tell by how he makes love. He ain’t going through the motions. He switches from fucking me hard to making love so good and sweet, you almost fall in love at first sight. He’s an old soul with new problems. That’s dangerous. Oh, and I meant what I said about his intelligence. He’s smart. You should’ve seen his college scores. Top of his class.”
“Azure, I think you’re just trying to find something wrong with ol’ boy.”