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dick in me. Gimme all that dick!”
    Trevon slapped his erection up against her pussy four times before he pressed the tip against her opening. Looking down at the union, he held his breath until he was fully piercing her insides. His first thrust made her titties swing. Her ass began to jiggle and clap against his wet skin. Being raw inside her was a sensation that he would never tire of.
    â€œDis how you want it?!” he asked, stroking her with a smooth long dicking that had her chanting his name. Every fifth stroke, his palm would slap against her bouncing ass.
    LaToria loved the dick. She wasn’t acting, her pleasure was real. Being with him made her feel desired beyond sex. Catching her by surprise, she jerked up on her toes when he pushed his thumb inside her ass.
    â€œYeah, Smooch!” she shouted. “Fuck my ass and pussy! Oooo you fucking my ass and my pussy!”
    They stayed joined together for nine and a half minutes.
    â€œShit! I’m cummin’!” she shouted with two fingers rubbing her clit. With the water pelting her ass, she shoved hard against Trevon, gasping and feeling weak. His arms circled her waist, holding her up while he jabbed in and out of her creamy hole.
    ***
    â€œDamn, that was the bomb,” she later purred, spooning in the bed naked with him.
    Trevon grinned. “That pregnant pussy got a nigga open.”
    â€œBoy, shut up.” She smiled, snuggling closer against him.
    A brief silence fell between them. Trevon closed his eyes, inhaling the strong coconut lotion that coated LaToria’s soft skin. He felt lucky to have her. Sure, she had her faults just as he did, but he loved her. Even with LaToria’s strong Nicki Minaj resemblance, he was able to respect her beyond the stance of mere looks. Most evident to him, she took him in with all his faults and scarred past. Their future? In truth, it scared him. Was he ready to be a father? A husband? With a hand lying on her belly, he reminded himself to take it day by day. The moment now was perfect, and that’s a life he sought to have with LaToria.
    ***
    While Trevon and LaToria found rest, trouble was wide awake up in Washington, D.C. Tahkiyah Bradford sat inside a dark silver BMW 640i convertible parked outside The Park at Fourteenth Club with its engine running. Tonight she had no plans to enter the club, even with the lure to mingle with a celeb or two. Behind the tinted window, she scanned the parking lot. She wore a heavy padded dark green L.L. Bean leather coat that hid her soft feminine contours. What couldn’t be hidden was her ageless beauty. At the age of fifty-four, she easily fooled many to believe that she was in her mid to late thirties. With her light skin tone and doe-like hazel eyes, her looks were seldom compared to Sanaa Lathan. Shifting in the leather seat, she removed her designer glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, showing that she wasn’t out to mingle. Sliding her glasses back on, she skimmed her fingers over the two items in her lap, a smartphone turned off because she wasn’t expecting any calls. The second item was a fully loaded black and chrome 9-millimeter. A horn blew behind her. She ignored it, keeping her gaze focused at the entrance of the parking lot. She wanted some good news tonight. What she craved even more was peace and some sentiment of closure in her life. Just when her tolerable patience began to waiver, a black Dodge Durango pulled into the parking lot with dirty snow caked up around the wheel wells. Tahkiyah placed her smartphone on the dashboard and then thumbed the safety off the 9-millimeter. Two minutes later, she had company.
    â€œCold out, ain’t it?” a white male with a full salt and pepper beard intoned, closing the door.
    Tahkiyah sighed. “Do you have the information I requested? I didn’t drive all the way out here to discuss the weather!”
    â€œYeah, I got