Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
She’d forgotten all about that. That’s right. He did.
“You’d laugh and think it was somethin’ racial. A silly pet name. You’d call me ‘White boy,’ as a response, and I’d laugh, too. But naw, baby… that’s not why I called you brown sugar. It was because of this… because I wanted to make love to you in the pantry of the Red Rooster. The place where you cried the most—by the flour and brown sugar. I wanted to make you feel beautiful, and give you happiness in your body and soul, the same place where you expressed so much pain in your heart. I wanted to fill that hole inside of you. Literally and figuratively. I wanted to be your something because you were everything to me…”
She came beneath him, completely taken off guard by her unexpected orgasm, created by his confessions and sexy words. Her back arched as he breathed close to her ear. Janelle Monáe’s, ‘I Like That’ started to play. Moisture dripped from her pussy, trickling down onto the bed as she writhed and rose against his chest, her body a fleshy roller coaster made for only one man to ride. He lay against her, his heavy frame a fort protecting the queen. They stayed like that for a long while, his heart beating against hers.
“I ain’t never been in love like this before, Lennox.” She ran her fingers along the side of his neck. “Never fell so hard. So fast. So deep.”
“It ain’t fast if we started fallin’ ten years ago.”
“You’re right.” She enveloped his earlobe in her mouth and sucked on it softly. Moments later, she maneuvered from beneath him, crawled off the bed, and turned up the music. Kelly Rowland ft. Lil Wayne’s, ‘ICE’ serenaded them. “I’ve got one more dance to perform tonight. It’s time for you to have a VIP private show, baby.”
He slowly sat up, a slick grin on his face as he slipped his arm behind his head and leaned against the headboard. She began to rock her hips from left to right, slow and easy, dancing to the beat of the music, swaying her body as he eyed her, the sheets bunched around his waist, and one of his feet sticking out from the bottom. She danced around the room, bending at the waist, turning away and shaking her ass at him. Twerking so fast, every cell in her body felt as if it were being shaken up. He clapped and laughed, then whistled, yelling dirty, sexy things, encouraging her to continue.
“…I wanna see more of that! Spread that pussy open for me, baby!” He dog whistled.
When she drew close enough to the bed again, he lurched towards her so fast, she jumped. She burst out laughing as he hopped out the bed and grabbed her, lifting her from the floor with the greatest ease. She lay a slow kiss on his lips as he held her to him while walking her over to the wall.
“You know how to do a handstand?”
“Of course I do.”
“Do it.” She threw him a curious glance. “Come on. Do it right where I’m pointing at the floor.” He pointed downward.
She grimaced, not certain what he was up to, but decided to comply. She did a handstand close to the wall. He circled her real slow, and she watched his long, fat dick jump as he sized her up, then leaned against the wall. Just as she was getting ready to ask what this was about, he leaned forward, bent at his knees, situating himself just so, then grabbed her ankles and pushed his dick inside her.
“Oh my God…” Pressured warmth filled her body and her pelvic muscles began contracting.
“Just relax, baby,” he spoke softly. “You can take it easy. I’m holding you up. You don’t have to balance yourself anymore.” He plunged in and out of her.
The floor was now her ceiling. He dove deeper inside of her. Her eyes fluttered as the blood rushed to her head and her body rocked with his slow thrusts. Her pussy felt so full. Her world was upside down, but her heart was right side up.
“That feel good, baby?” He was driving her crazy.
“Damn it, yes…”
He sped up, tightening his grip around her ankles. Miguel’s, ‘Sure Thing’ serenaded them this time. She rotated her hips, meeting his thrusts, shuddering when his hands drifted to her ass, pushing her into his plunges. Holding her tightly to his body. She felt him practically in her stomach. In her heart. In her mind. Taking over her soul.
“Grab me, baby,” he commanded as he wrapped his arms hard around her legs and squeezed, lifting her so she dangled a few inches from the floor with his dick still inside of her, fucking faster and harder. She flailed for a second then wrapped her arms around his calves and held on tight. Her body felt light and airy as he took control. She looked up and watched him going in and out of her, banging into her pussy with each pass.