“Come here,” I said, and I laid down on her bed.
She got up quickly and laid down in bed next to me. I attacked her thighs, pushing them apart and kissing my way up her body and the closer I got to her pussy, the more Michaella squirmed.
“Don’t tease me,” she said in a whisper and moved my head to where she wanted it.
I sucked her lips gently, and then glided my tongue slowly along her lips. Up one side and down the other, while making circles around her clit with my finger.
I gently slid one finger inside of her. I moved it in and out slowly. Making small circles around her clit, keeping pace with my other finger. The circles became smaller and smaller, then I massaged her clit lightly. I slid my tongue around the edges of her perfectly shaped Brazilian wax, and when I spread her lips, Michaella arched her back to accept my tongue.
“Yes!”
She held my head in place and rotated her hips while I licked, tongued and sucked her pussy like it was my last meal and there would be no seconds.
“Oh, shit, Mike! What are you doing to me!” Her back arched and her body jerked. “You’re gonna make me cum!” Michaella screamed.
She reached for my cum drenched face and pulled me toward her. Michaella pulled me on top of her and guided me inside her. “You’re dick is so hard.”
Michaella closed her eyes and grinded her hips into me slowly. With my weight on my arms and her thick ass thighs on my forearms, I took my time and fucked her slowly until her eyes opened wide. “Yes, Mike, yes!” she screamed as she came hard.
Since I love a rider, and she was great at it, I rolled Michaella on top of me. She leaned back slightly and swayed her hips from si
de to side while she squeezed her nipples in between her fingers. When I grabbed her ass, Michaella planted her feet, sat straight up, put her hands on my chest, and pounded her body into mine just the way I liked it.
I arched my back and Michaella fucked me harder and faster, digging her fingernails into my chest, and I squeezed her titties together and sucked both of her nipples at the same time. That pushed us both over the edge; she screamed, my whole body locked and Michaella milked every bit of cum out of me.
I woke up later that day, Michaella wasn’t in bed with me, but I could smell food cooking. I was about to get out of bed when she came through the door carrying a tray.
“Good afternoon, Mike. I hope you don’t mind, but I made you something to eat.”
“I don’t mind, I haven’t eaten anything since early yesterday, so I’m starving,” I said, and sat up in bed.
Michaella sat the tray on the bed and then she propped the pillow up behind my back. “It’s not much, just some red snapper strips and some fries.”
“Where’s yours?”
“I made this for us to share,” she said as she sat down next to me and began to feed me. After we ate, Michaella took off her gown, got back in bed with me and I tried to break her back one more time before she took me home.
When I got to my apartment, I halfway expected for Vickie to be there, but she wasn’t. I hoped that she would be, because I really wanted to talk to her. I went in the bedroom and I could tell that she’d been there, because the bed was made and the room was clean.
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and then I went to get undressed. When I came back in the steamy bathroom, I saw that Vickie had left a note for me on the mirror.
It said, I missed sleeping with you last night. I guess you don't like sleeping with me as much as I like sleeping with you. It was signed with a smiley face.
Chapter Seventeen
Me and Bobby had been in the street all day, going around to every place that we thought Bodie liked to hang out looking for his ass. We’d been to Hoops, Shooters, The Crazy House and The Four Kings lounge, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Are you surprised?” Bobby asked. “We wiped out his whole set last night and the ones we missed are in jail.”
“Since Cavanaugh really didn’t have anything to hold them on, unless they had warrants, they’re probably out by now,” I said.
“Point is still the same, Mike.” Bobby shook his head. “You been hangin’ around Wanda too long. Always gotta be so fuckin’ precise about every fuckin’ thing.”
“Lighten up, Bobby, I get your point. The nigga is running scared.”
“Like the bitch-made nigga he is,” Bobby said as we drove. We had been to his house; all three of his women’s houses and all three said that they hadn’t seen Bodie in days.
We went to all of the gambling houses he ran, been to the places he ran numbers out of, shit, we even pulled a drive by on the house he ran hoes out of. That nigga was ghost for real. The next day, instead of wasting our time looking for his ass, I decided that it was time to move on from that.