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where I'm laying, staring at Logic's fine, nude, German chocolate frame, I'm his chick; not the rebound chick, nor the dumb ass trick that use to suck that delicious dick. This is my man and nobody is going to fuck that up, not even me.
    “ You're doing it again Zatoya. ” Logic's deep, sultry voice complained.
    “ What? ” I asked innocently, although I knew exactly what he was talking about.
    “ You know what I'm talking about. Stop staring at me. You're going to make me self conscious if you keep that bullshit up. ”
    “ I wasn't staring at you. ”
    “ Yes you were. I can feel your eyes scanning me, like lasers. So stop. ”
    “ I'm sorry. I can't believe this is real. ”
    Logic rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him. “ Does this feel real? ” He grinned.
    “ Yeah it feels pretty real. It feels real hard. ” I giggled.
    “ It gets that way every single time I see you smile. ” He replied as he leaned in for a kiss.
    I allowed him to sample my lips as my hands reached down to stroke the only snake that I could ever love or tame. Instantly, as if by magic, it responded to my slow precise stroke and grew and grew until it doubled in size, right in my hands.
    “ Woman you are wearing me the fuck out, but I love it. ”
    “ You started it. ” I replied as I watched his eyes roll back in his head.
    “ Fuck this feels so damn good. ” He moaned.
    Busy doing work I watched as he enjoyed a soon to be patented Zatoya Water's Slo w Mo - Hand Blow. The key is in the stroke, nice, slow, soft even strokes are the key to success. Learn this ladies and any man will literally turn to putty in your hands. Even a man with a net worth in excess of a hundred fuckin million dollar's like my man, Logic Hart.
    Oh yes, I Goggled him and I almost passed out when I found out exactly who he was. For those of you who don't know, Logic Hart is the super star Running Back for the fairly new expansion team the Nevada Kings. He was an All American and the overall number one draft pick out of College. Logic was Rookie of the Year and Super Bowl MVP his rookie year. And with endorsements, investments, movie deals and an insanely obese NFL contract he has accumulated a net worth in excess of over one hundred million dollars in under seven years.
    So for that insane amount of fame and money, I'll be the rebound chick, the rebound stick and the rebound trick for as long as he wants me. Now I ain't saying that I'm a Gold Digger, but I'm sick of rolling with broke niggas. Just once I would like to see what life would be like if money was no longer an issue or a problem. Judging by Logic's elaborate mansion and lifestyle, it's not so bad.
    My mother used to say that, “ Money can't buy you love. ” And she was right. I found that out from dealing with Jamar's broke, nigga to the Nth power ass. But I did discover that a slow hand screw will make a man fall in love, if executed properly, on a daily basis. And trust me, I have perfected it.
    “ Toy, we got to get out of this fuckin bed. You haven't even opened your gifts. ” Logic groaned as my precise hand slow stroked his shaft from tip to base and back again.
    “ We will, just as soon as I'm finished playing with my new toy. ” I smiled as I saw how crazy I was driving this incredible man.
    “ FUCK! ” He moaned. “ This shit is fuckin my head up. ”
    Knowing that I had his ass exactly where I wanted him, I slowly slipped his hardness between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth over my clit.
    “ Stop playing and put it in. ” He groaned in anticipation.
    “ I will in a minute. ” I whispered, before kissing him hard and deep. “ I'm not finished enjoying my toy. ”
    “ Oh fuck that shit! Play time is officially over. ” Logic proclaimed as he quickly flipped me on my back. “ I'm fuckin about to go to work on your oversexed ass. ”
    I smiled as I looked in to those beautiful eyes and saw a soft spot in his broken heart that he had carved out and dedicated just