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Story: Cuckoo
“I know you’re not gonna miss church,” he growled.
I checked the time, hopping off the couch, when I noticed it was 11.35 a.m. Shit! “I’m on my way, Pres. Got caught up.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Get your dick wet later. Need you here fucking an hour ago.”
The bastard. “Yeah. I’m comin’.”
“I don’t wanna know that shit.”
He hung up, but not before I could hear his laughter.
What a dick!
I stood and stretched, pulling on my boots and lacing them up as Katrina left the bathroom. She wore a big, fluffy pink robe and piled her head in a matching towel. It was cute. “Hey, angel. I gotta run.”
Did I want to leave? Hell no. My woman was fresh out of the shower in a fucking robe, nearly naked, and smelling good enough to eat.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I’ve got church.”
“Church?” Her confusion made me smile.
“It’s a mandatory meeting. All members.”
“Oh.” She blinked, nibbling on her lip before she rushed into my arms. “You’re coming back soon?”
“Yeah. Later.”
“Okay.”
I tilted her chin up, holding it in place as I stared into those chocolatey, sweet eyes that could hypnotize me in two seconds flat. “Need you to listen about something.”
She frowned.
“The world isn’t a safe place, angel. Be aware of your surroundings and trust your gut. Don’t take any risks.”
She snorted.
“I’m serious, Katrina.”
“Fine. I’ll be careful, aware, safe, bored, and waiting for you.”
“Naked?” I asked, unable to hold back the question.
Her eyes widened, and she smacked my arm. “Cuckoo!”
Laughter spilled from my lips. Corrupting her would be so much fun. “Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Give me a kiss, angel baby.”
Her lips twitched, but she couldn’t fight her smile. Katrina slid her hands up my chest and circled my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place, fighting the urges in my body, prompting me to take this to the next level. We didn’t have time. At least, not until later.
With the softest of caresses, her sweet lips met mine. It was so fucking intoxicating to taste her mouth and too irresistiblenot to stroke my tongue along hers, sweeping into that warm cavern until a little moan escaped. The sound she made shot straight to my dick.
“You’re making it hard to leave.”
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