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then slid out of slick fabric, kicking my thong his way. Looking at 12, I smiled. He was going to get off just as much as I was. Spread-eagling my thighs, I propped my feet up on either side of me, gripped my knees so close they kissed my shoulders and made my lower body resemble an M.
    Lil’ Lee looked from my exposed poonany to 12, then back again. 12 nodded his okay.
    “Serious?” He needed confirmation. Most of them did, having never been in a situation like the one I’d put them in.
    “As a murder charge,” purred from my mouth.
    Lil’ Lee stood, gripping his dick through his jeans. Licking his lips, he swaggered my way like he had no problem performing in front of another man. Opening his pants, he released his hardness, and I saw why the brutha was so confident. Baby was so blessed he made my lower lips smile.
    Positioning his body so his flesh touched mine, his dick bounced against my navel. The thickness made me shudder, and its warmth caused my clit to blush. I wanted to feel him inside me. But I couldn’t. He was here to pay, not play.
    Face-to-face, his breathing was sporadic, lustful, and intoxicating. Inhaling me like perfume, there wasn’t a doubt that he wanted me as badly as I craved him.
    I looked at him, nodding. “Want some?”
    Lil’ Lee bit down on his lower lip with the answer in his eyes.
    My toned legs lifted me until his face met my moist spot. Spreading its thickness open for him, he flicked his tongue against my clit, then he took it into his mouth and suckled it like a newborn. Heat pooled between my legs, reminding me of the game. This was my show, not his.
    Raising myself to my full height, I spread my legs as wide as I could, then lowered myself back onto my elbows, and pointed at my snatch.
    Lil’ Lee paused.
    “Ass,” I demanded. “Lick it.”
    Silence for a moment.
    “What?!”
His response was laced with shock. “Ya know a brutha don’t get down—”
    Clearing my throat, I gave my cue.
    A round clicked as 12 cocked his burner again, spitting the previous bullet housed in the chamber to the floor. A reminder—a warning—for Lil’ Lee.
    Less than a second passed before Lee’s large hands were all over me, spreading me like melted chocolate. Nervously he looked at 12, then me. Flicking my tongue at him, I winked.
    “Lick your way to forgiveness.”
    Lil’ Lee was a liar. He was a pro. Gripping, he cupped my ass and lifted it in the air until it met his mouth. With a long tongue, he parted my cheeks, then dug in like it was a holiday feast, burying his face between the firm softness. He ate the bottom like most men eat pussy. Savoring it, he sucked, dipped in and out of it, lingered on the spot that made me jump and buck, all while playing with my clit. He was a nasty nucka, and I was two heartbeats away from letting him push in my bush.
    Panting, I pushed him off me. He had to go. I couldn’t be in charge of
anything
if I was succumbing to his wicked tongue.
    Before Lil’ Lee could tuck his bobbing hardness into his pants, 12 snatched him up and deposited him on the other side of the door. Turning the lock, he signaled Runner on the walkie-talkie to put his ass out. Brutally.
    I sat up, heat still throbbing. “Enjoy the show?”
    “Not as much as you did. You was gonna break him off. I could tell,” he said, walking toward me.
    “Now why would I do something like that?”
    He stuck his long, thick finger deep inside me, swirled it around, then took it out and licked it. “I can’t tell . . .” he replied, dropping his pants and boxers, revealing the biggest dick I’d ever laid eyes on, “. . . not when I got all this here.”
    My heart dropped to my knees at the sight of him. As many times as I’d seen him naked, I still couldn’t get used to his size.
    “Fill it, 12. Give this fat, juicy poonany sumthin’ to hold on to,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me from the desk to a chaise.
    “Homeboy got it ready and wet for