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This story is called, Ride With Me...
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Ride with Me
I have always been a rider. Cars. Airplanes. Trains. Busses. Of them all, road trips excite me. Late night drives. Long conversations. Laughs and music. Destinations known and unknown. Even in the rain. Bumping my slow jams as it rains. Take a ride with me. The views are much better when you are in the driver’s seat…
This is my thing and he knows it. I love late night drives. It does not matter when we go, just as long as we end up at my favorite place at the end of it, the climax. He takes me there every single time. I slyly look at him from lowered eyes. His sexy ass, I think to myself. From his low cut to his full beard, I licked my lips, wanting to taste him so bad. His dark chocolate skin was as smooth as butter and as if he felt me looking at him, he smiled, and my heart melted. His thick full lips opened ever so slightly to show off that one sexy ass dimple and those pearly whites. He had a smile to die for. I watched as his beautiful brown eyes slowly turned back to the road. His concentration was now back on the road ahead through the heavy downpour is downright cute. My eyes slid further down, from his strong neck with my favorite tat down to his strong shoulders and chest. He was not overly buff, yet his body was sculpted in all the right areas, not too hard and with definition. My mouth watered thinking about the many nights that I kissed every part of him.
Tonight will be no different, I chuckled to myself. My eyes kept going, focusing in on the thick bulge in his grey sweatpants. The imprint made me catch my breath, knowing that even though he was not fully aroused, the thick meat that lay on one side begged to be touch. Unconsciously, I reached out, watching as my manicured hand sprawled over the massive mound. Cupping him ever so slightly, my eyes snaked back up to his face, watching the muscle in his jaw twitch slightly. “You gonna be good, ma, and let me drive?” he said, his voice low and gruff as he briefly looked at me. I gave him that look, the one he always gets whenever we ride out together and I pulled this shit. He knew when he called to tell me that he was at the airport waiting to pick me up, that tonight would be no different. I was going to act up no matter the situation. Stormy weather and late-night rides are my sensual vibes. There’s no controlling my mood. I removed my hand to position my body towards my window, trying to honor his wish. I guess I could be good because only a few short hours ago, I had been so bad…
I was in New York when I called my fiancé, RaShad, to remind him of my flight arrival home. I had just finished wrapping up a major partnership event for my publishing company, Situations by Senoj, and was expecting to return to Georgia by ten that night. Not only was I an author myself but I managed the publishing of several upcoming authors so my job required a lot of traveling. Exhausted from the day’s events, I called Shad (my nickname for him) to tell him all about my day but was disappointed when he did not pick up and I got his voicemail instead. As I caught a cab back to West 57th, Shad texted me to say that he was in a business meeting of his own and that he would call me back shortly. Working on producing his own film with Atlanta’s biggest playwright, Rashad was making a name for himself with this project.
The project, Spilled Milk Situations, was sure to be a hit in theaters at the end of 2021, right in time for the holidays. I texted him back to let him know that I was heading back to my hotel room to take a short nap before my flight left at eight. Making my way to room at the Park Hyatt, I showered and climbed in bed, naked. My body was tired, but my mind was on one hundred. I thought about Rashad and just like that, my body begin to hum. As if he felt me craving him, my phone rang and the moment I picked up, he said, “What’s the color of the day?” I smiled because I knew where this conversation was going. This was just what I needed to get some satisfaction before my flight. “Bodied by brown,” I said sweetly, my favorite answer to his sexy ass question. “Shit, you know that’s my favorite,” he growled into the phone, referring to my melanin rich body. I giggled sexily and immediately began running my hands all over my nakedness. “Show me,” he demanded as he switched the call to video. Instantly, his face appeared, and my breath caught in my throat. It was time for us to do what we do…
6/21/2020 06:04:25 pm
Lawd this sneak peek is such a tease!!! I cannot wait till the next book!! I want to know how this story ends like right now lol!
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