Ride With Me....continued (Sneak Peek Alert!)

This man, sheesh! You just don’t know what he does to me. I met him here in New York about a  year and a half ago. The long-distance dating turned into one of us having to make a move quickly. Originally from Chicago, Shad knew that Atlanta was the mecca of the film industry and was planning to move here anyway. Us meeting just happened to be icing on the cake. We have been inseparable ever since day one. With plans to be married by the end of the year, I was happy to have found my soulmate in Shad. He has known of my love of traveling from day one.

Rashad gives me the fantasy of it every chance he gets, and I knew that tonight would be no different. The subtle rumble of thunder brought me back into the present moment. The rain plus this downtown Atlanta traffic made the wait of me getting him even harder to resist. Now bumper to bumper, the sea of red brake lights fueled the fire of me needing him right then and there. I turned on the radio to distract my thoughts as the People’s Station began playing the quiet storm. Damn. I could not catch a break tonight. My face must have had my thoughts all over it because I heard him chuckle. My eyes quickly flashed at him as he knew me all too well. “My baby wants some of this dick, huh? I got chu’,” his sexy ass voice said as I watched his brown eyes eyeing my breasts in my fitted button-up dress. With every breath I took, my breasts heaved out of the neatly tucked lace bra at the opening. Unable to resist the urge, “You say you got me, Shad? Can you get me now?” my reply to him included replacing my hand on his dick. Its thickness swelled slightly as if to say keep fucking with me. We were at a complete stop now and Shad leaned back in the driver’s seat of his Navigator, put his hand on the headrest of my seat, and turned his attention on me. “Show me what part you want me to get first, A’mia,” his eyes looked directly into mine with a look of pure heat.

​Never one to fuck around with giving my man what he wants, I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over to kiss him. My tongue traced the outline of his lips and tasted the cinnamon from the Fireball I assumed he had earlier. I loved the taste of him and before I could react the way I always do, he caught my tongue, and sucked on it. I moaned at the feel of him and his lips widened only to plunge his tongue deeply into my mouth. Breathing heavily, I leaned in further, wanting to feel him all over me. This went on for what seemed like forever when he broke the kiss at the sound of car horns blaring behind us. “See look at you, with your sexy ass,” he said gruffly, wiping the transferred tinted gloss from his lips. He re-positioned his seat before moving forward with the flow of traffic. I wasn’t satisfied with just a funky ass kiss (smiles), but I...