FINAL SNEAK PEEK - WHEN A GANGSTA CALLS

Tomorrow, Lex. C. returns with When A Gangsta Calls!

Yes, I had a man. No, my feelings for him didn’t hold a flame to the passion I had burning inside for the one in front of me. Not in any capacity, and I was sure I’d feel inconsolably hollow as soon as I left Abram’s embrace. But if Devin so much as seemed to think twice about another woman, and I found out, all hell would break loose. What could be considered fair to another man, with one like this in your life? Abram was all consuming when it came to me. Fighting the fact that I felt like I was rightfully his… was all consuming. 

“Everything in me is pleading that I taste your lips, Ly’ Nia. I been waiting just about a solid decade to see if they feel as much as they look like mine.” I shook my head from left to right. At the same time, I knew I was in trouble. I somehow found myself bringing my lips to his and cupping his cheeks as his eyes made sure permission lied within mine. 

The moment our lips connected, I felt electric butterflies being unleashed inside my belly sending tickling jolts through me with every flap of their wings. His remaining hand on my hip gripped it tight and his hand on my neck held me close. Our tongues intertwined so erotically passionate that our blended concoction was sweet. So sweet I’d be sucking on my own lips long after the moment was gone.

I was sure somewhere in the galaxy, stars were aligning at our orgasmic summoning. His tongue was so soft, so tasty, with just a hint of mint - I didn’t want to let go of it. I sucked his bottom lip and tongue soft, and slow. We turned our heads to allow the rhythm of our lips and tongues to create a flow of their own as our touches turned to gropes of need and pleading desire. 

His hand began to roam my body, leaving its mark on every part that he was determined to own. Gripping my ass, he relayed his want almost beggingly. Pulling him closer by the base of his neck, my tongue told him secrets only I should know. 

You can have me... 

You can taste me…

You can bite me…lick me...

All of me…

I pulled back when his hand had hiked up my dress to brush his fingers against his…I mean, my yoni. I was not his! I was um…shit. What’s his name? Um…Devin. Yes. His.

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