Spicy by Sherrod Tunstall

Author:Sherrod Tunstall [Tunstall, Sherrod]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Contemporary Fiction, Urban Life, Urban, African American, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B00JPJQ0G0
Publisher: LFF Publishing , Spicy
Published: 2014-04-02T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Deuce woke the next morning to the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. Before he went into the kitchen, he went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He then walked into the kitchen in only his briefs and flip flops, showing his big muscular arms, chest, and legs. He saw Spicy cooking his breakfast, like she does every morning before he makes his runs. He walked up behind her, hugged her waist tightly, and kissed her on her cheek.

Spicy smiled as she turned to face him and kissed him slowly. “Hey, baby.”

They kissed.

Deuce smiled at her. “So how you sleep last night?”

Spicy laughed. “I went out like a light.”

He put her hand on his hard dick. “That's my job.” He laughed.

She pushed him back, laughing. “Boy, shut up.” She kissed him softly. “Baby, go in the living room while I finish up breakfast.”

“You don't need no help?” asked Deuce.

“You? Help me?”

“Yeah, you know I'm good in the kitchen and in the bedroom, too.” He kissed and licked her down from her lips to her neck, sucking on her neck like he was a vampire.

Spicy giggled. “Baby! Baby! Baby! Stop it!”

He began to untie her robe; underneath, she had on her workout clothes, some short stretch pants, and a sleeveless belly shirt showing off her flat stomach. She always did her morning workout to keep her body right for her man.

Deuce picked her up, brought her over to the counter, and sat her down. He spread her legs apart, got in-between them, and kissed her. Spicy wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. She also let her hands go down his back to inside his briefs and tightly squeezing his ass. That made Deuce even hornier.

He began to kiss her titties, then Spicy closed her eyes and went into ecstasy as he lifted up her belly shirt and began to lick her almond colored nipples.

“Oh...,” she moaned.

He looked up at her with a devilish grin. “You like that, don't you?”

Spicy pulled him closer to her. “Oh, yeah, Daddy,” she said in his ear and licks his lobe.

“Oh...oh...fuck!” he shouted, getting excited.

“Go down on me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I went down on you last night. Now it's ya turn to go down on me. My pussy is on fire.”

Deuce smiled at her, sucking on his bottom lip. “Cool.”

Just when he was about to get on his knees, the doorbell rang. He turned around and said, “Who the fuck is this at this time of the morning? The game ain't ‘til eleven-fifteen.”

He looked over at Spicy, who was pissed as hell as she got off the counter and fixed her robe. “This better not be them Jehovah's Witnesses again,” she said, upset.

Deuce kissed her. “Stay here and keep it hot for me.”

Spicy smiled, then went back to the stove to finish making breakfast.

When Deuce got to the door and there was Mary, wearing some hip hugger jeans, a tight, strapless satin red shirt, and red flip flops that showed off her manicured toes.

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