“Your doctor has not released you. When you can play a game again, then you can?—”
“I was born to fuck, li’l mama,” I whispered, hiding my lips again.
Shaniece had shot me in the upper chest area near my clavicle. That shit hurt like hell, but I was all good. My healing was going fine, and I would soon return to playing basketball. I was certain that we would make it to the championship, and it was my goal to play and win one final title before I retired.
She giggled as we turned our attention back to the boxing match in front of us. Perry had Jones pinned against the ropes, and just as we turned back, Jones dipped his head and headbutted Perry. The ref jumped in as everyone around us jumped up, complaining about the act.
I took advantage of that moment and leaned in to kiss my girl on the lips. When she started moaning, I quickly pulled back. I sat back in my seat, wrapped my arm behind her, and crossed my ankle over my knee as if nothing had happened.
When everyone else finally sat down again, the fight continued, and we enjoyed the remainder of the match. Jamil Perry won the fight by a unanimous decision. Our escort assisted us in getting out of the arena and to our car safely without being mobbed by fans, paparazzi, or anyone else.
“Where to, Mr. Santoro?” my driver asked.
“Lady Chablis.”
“Your arrival time is in thirty-two minutes,” he announced.
“Take the scenic route,” I commanded.
“Yes, sir,” he replied as I let the privacy panel up.
“It’s time for you to get on your knees for calling me an old man, ma’am.”
Chanel dropped to her knees between my legs and replied, “With pleasure, sir.”
I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Pulling my dick out, I slowly slid my hand up and down it as Chanel licked her lips. “This is a picture the media would pay good money to see.”
“I can give them a picture that’s priceless. Watch how I swallow,” she declared, sucking me into her jaws and letting her head go to work.
I sat back as my baby aggressively sucked the shit out of my dick. She pulled back after a couple of minutes and asked, “Why’re you smirking?”
“Because of that smart ass comment you made, I’ma make you work your ass off to suck out this nut.”
She smiled and replied, “I don’t mind.”
“Ohh, they’re nasty,” she professed with a snicker.
“Who’s nasty, baby?”
“This trio in this book.”
“Trio? What the fuck you reading?” I asked, leaning over to look at her Kindle.
“This book called Same Girl by that author you told me about, Egypt Cynaé.”
Chanel and I were lying in bed reading. After dinner, we had come home and showered, and we were finishing our night off in bed by reading. I had heard my sister, Corinna, talking about this author for a while, so I decided to check her out. I loved reading, and I wasn’t opposed to reading romance either. But when I told Chanel that I was about to read an erotic book titled Calm Me by the same author, she decided to go out and find something she wanted to read by her. I had no idea what she had chosen until now.
“Same Girl?”
“Yeah. Like that song by Robert Kelly and Usher.”
“Damn, his whole government name, huh?”
“Mm-hmm. But they’re freaky, baby.”
“Based on the title, it must be two niggas.”
She glanced at me as she chewed on her nail and smiled at me. “Mm-hmm.”
