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“You mind a crowd, baby?” Trey asked. Bleu’s pussy was so good that she was squirting and spurting with every thrust.

“I don’t give a fuckkkk! Fuckkk! Whatever you want, baby. Just don’t stop fuckinggggg me, Trey! I’m cuminggggg! I’m muthafuckinnnn’ cumminnnn! Ohhhh shit!!” She screamed as her body spasmed and thrust about on the table until she came.

Trey’s dick looked as if it had been suddenly dipped in white chocolate. He waited until she was completely drained before he finally pulled out of her. Then he righted their clothes and carried her back to his ride. Leaning her against his truck after noticing how weak in the knees she was, Trey reached into his glove compartment, grabbed the pack of baby wash wipes he kept there for his hands, and cleaned her up as best he could before he picked her up and slid her into the ride. After cleaning himself as well, Trey crawled behind the wheel. As he headed to their destination, big, satisfying smiles settled on their faces. They’d just fucked each other thoroughly and couldn’t wait to do it again.

five

“This is all your fault, Trey. Now, we have to wait until morning to get the dishwasher,” Bleu fussed as she and Trey walked through Walmart looking for some personal hygiene items and something for her to sleep in and wear back home in the morning. “I have to cook a few dishes for movie night tomorrow night, and I still have to finish my column for the Pleasureville Gazette. I’m going to be so behind this week on everything I need to do, thanks to your freaky ass. I knew I shouldn’t have let you fuck me on that picnic table. Do you always think with your dick? Because this⁠—”

“Do you always think with your pussy?” Trey shot back as his gaze lustfully danced down her sexy curves. He wasn’t for all that damn complaining, especially after how good he just nutted. Hell, he just wanted to enjoy the aftermath. “Because I sure didn’t hear your ass complaining when you was taking my dick like yo’ pussy was made for me or when I was balls deep in ya pussy. Shit, you could hardly keep quiet. But you standing ya freaky tail up here fussing at me. I know I fucked all the cum outta you that you had plus any reserve, so you definitely shouldn’t be this damn combative. Unless you need some more dick and just don’t know how to ask. If that’s the case, we can go behind this muthafuckin’ store and⁠—"

“That won’t be necessary,” she said, smiling after smacking her lips. “I’m fussing because you’ve thrown a wrench into my plans.”

“Bullshit, that’s what this little tantrum is about, huh?!” Trey walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her on the cheek. He ground his dick against her ass as he slipped a hand down the top of her dress and started massaging her titties. “You want some more dick, but you too damn stubborn to ask or, at the very least, say what the fuck you want?”

“No. I’m not, I’m just⁠—”

“Cool, but until you get all them jittery nerves under control and you ask or beg like a big girl, you ain’t getting no dick from me. Now come on,” He let her go, then slapped her on the ass as he walked past her. “I’m ready to relax, eat again, and get some sleep.”

“Tuh, I wish I would beg or even ask for some dick. If dick is not being offered up automatically after reading my body language, or if a man isn’t asking to fuck me, then I don’t want it. I have not, nor will I ever ask. And I’ve never wanted dick bad enough to beg for it.”

“You may be too proud to ask now, but yo’ ass was begging for the dick real bad yesterday.” Trey’s bushy brows raised in amusement. After experiencing how Bleu likes to fuck, how quickly she releases control to him when they’re fucking, and how wet her pussy gets for him, he knew exactly how to make her ass beg for the dick again. But he was just about to fuck with her for the hell of it now. He couldn’t wait to break her ass down a second time and then every other time after that.

“Hey,” Chuckling, she shrugged and then said, “Those were extenuating circumstances. I’d temporarily lost my gotdamn mind. But I said what I said. I don’t ask or beg for dick. It’s always offered to me. I'm not about to be chasing behind any man, looking all desperate and shit just to get dicked down. I have more self-control than that. And whenever I feel that control slipping, I grab my toys and fuck myself until my mind is lust-free and my clit has calmed down.”

Trey smirked as he put some chips in the basket while watching her ass shake and wobble all over the damn place. He had to tell his dick to chill the fuck out more than a few times because he was ready for round two asap. Bleu had no idea just how much power she had over him.

“A’ight, I can respect that. No problem,” he said after flashing her a sarcastic grin. “Hurry up and get the rest of your shit and let’s ride, baby.” This conversation was far from over. Only words were no longer needed. Actions were. He had to walk ahead of her and find something to busy himself with before he dragged her back outside the muthafuckin’ store and fucked the cum out of her sexy ass again. Trey had no idea why he was so gone over Bleu nor how the shit had only intensified with each day. But he welcomed whatever it was that had him wanting to fuck her constantly. Bleu had him so high he never wanted to come down from the clouds. Usually, he was onto the next one after he got his nut, but thanks to Bleu, there was no next one, and he was cool with that.

“All right, don’t be so impatient.” Bleu fussed as she glanced into her basket to make sure she had everything she needed. “I don’t wanna forget anything.”

“Okay, but if I start rubbing on ya booty in the middle of these aisles, don’t say shit.” He chuckled as he palmed her ass.

“I won’t complain. I’ll just bend over to give you better access to me.” Bleu winked as she steered her cart to the register.

“Bleu,” Trey began as he caught her by the waist. “If you don’t wanna get locked up for indecent exposure, quit fuckin’ wit’ me.”

“I’m sorry, Trey, but I don’t have any idea as to what you’re referring to.” Chuckling, Bleu slipped from his hold and went to stand in line.

After talking his dick down from making the big ass tent in his pants, he was right behind her. Trey couldn’t wait to make her slick-ass pay for fucking with him.

“So, has owning your own bookstore always been a dream of yours?” Trey asked a couple of hours later as he reclined on the couch just as Bleu exited the bathroom of their suite.

Between the burst of sweet tangerine body wash that wafted to his nose, the droplets of water clinging to her soft skin, and the way Bleu held the towel loosely against her body with one hand while pushing her tresses from her face with the other, Trey was struggling to keep his hands, mouth, and dick out of her. He wanted to snatch that towel from her body and fuck her up against the wall first, then take her freaky ass all over their room. But because of her remark back at the store, Trey was determined to teach her ass a lesson.

He was gon’ make Bleu ask for the dick, beg for the dick, and make her ass become one with the dick. He didn’t know what typa niggas she was used to, but he was about to let her know exactly what typa nigga she had on her hands now. After leaving Walmart, Trey got them a room down the street at the Garretty Hotel. Fortunately for Bleu and Trey, the hotel still had several rooms to rent, but only one-bed occupancy. Trey was ecstatic about that shit because he was ready to get on with the lesson, and what better way to do that than to seduce her ass into submission.

Bleu had made a beeline for the shower the minute they’d walked in forty-five minutes ago. He started to order room service but decided to wait for Bleu just in case he ordered something she didn’t care for.

“No, actually, I wanted to be a high school English and creative writing teacher,” Bleu explained as she sat on the edge of the bed, removed her towel, and began massaging her body with some kind of sweet, fruity-scented moisturizer. “I have my degrees in both and couldn’t wait to mold young minds, but once I graduated with both degrees, I realized my interests had changed. I wanted to write naughty adult comic books and be a photographer. But before I could pursue my new career path, my aunt passed away. While I was mourning for her, her lawyer told me and my father that my aunt Paulina left the bookstore to me. She’d owned it outright and had taken good care of her shop. She had a great business mind and was extremely detailed, so taking over had been easy and uncomplicated.”

“She also left me several other things, including her house, which I sold. She left me a note that said to live carefree, enjoy, and appreciate the preciousness of life, and to find and fall in love with a man worthy of me. After that, just living and running my bookstore became everything to me. I realized I had a gold mind, and with that knowledge, I turned For the Love of Melanin into an even bigger name. I made it a home and a safe haven for Black self-published authors who needed exposure. While both self-published and traditional Black authors' books are welcome, I always root for the underdogs and focus on their needs.”

“So, I’ve launched several programs under the bookstore’s name to support Black indie authors. I host a major urban book event every year in Atlanta. I host an intimate holiday event at the bookstore for Christmas and an erotic book event for Valentine’s Day. I also host several other events throughout the year for readers and authors. And I write a quarterly newspaper that is distributed throughout our town and the three surrounding towns.”

“Damn girl, that’s wassup. What you’re doing is needed for the culture. I can’t wait to stop by one day soon and see if you carry any of my favorite authors,” Trey said as he removed his casual button-down, slim-fit t-shirt, unzipped his pants, and freed himself. He began gliding a hand up and down his dick as he watched her slip into a thin-ass pink nightie that may as well had been a damn hand towel.

“Uh, what are you doing, Trey?” Bleu asked as her mouth and pussy instantly began to water after turning around from placing her moisturizers, deodorant, and a couple of other personal products into the small beige duffel that she’d gotten from the store.