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Author's Note
Hello All,
Writing this story was very important to me. I wanted to give a lesson on karma and life ills while holding your attention. I intentionally drop subtle gems for the people like me who came from where I came. There are always two layers to my books; not everyone will get the second layer but the ones who do . . . they feel me. You see, I talk to the readers but I whisper to the streets. The streets being people who grew up in the struggle and love to read books because it closely resembles their current or past lifestyles. My books are conversational or at least that’s what my intentions are.
If you ever prayed to God, asking Him to show you the way, but in the same breath asking for forgiveness for the things you may have to do until you see the light . . . this one is for you. I understand. I am you . . . you are me. I am the streets. Love you all. *Raises cigar*
—JaQuavis Coleman
Prologue
Draya arched her back in pure pleasure as she dug her nails deep into the man’s chocolate muscular back. He slowly ground his hips in circular motions as he dove deep inside of her leaking love box. His swollen testicles gently slapped against her other entry with each thrust. Splashing noises echoed throughout the room, accompanied by Draya’s light moans and cries. Their sweaty bodies bounced off each other as the man began to whisper in her ear. The hot summer night made the air moist and their bodies seemed to glow as the moon’s light crept through the blinds and reflected off of them.
“You’re always going to be mine. I missed you, baby girl,” he said as he dug even deeper, rubbing her hair while he sexed her.
Draya hadn’t felt him in over a year and she almost forgot how good of a stroke he had. She began to pant heavily and her legs started to shake. First it was small quivers, then it grew to vigorous and sporadic jerking spasms. She felt a gigantic orgasm approaching and her body began to tense up. The man, with precision, sped up his stroke and quickly put his hands under her cheeks and spread them wider. Draya was in complete heaven as she felt his warm hands gently squeezing her plump buttocks. She tried to tell him how good it was, but she couldn’t talk because she was on the brink of exploding all over him. She felt his thickness fill her up with each thrust and it seemed as if his pole was on fire . . . it was so hot. The feeling was driving Draya crazy; a good crazy though. He stroked the long way, pulling his whole shaft out of her, leaving only the very tip of it in before he plunged it all the way back in. He was putting on a masterful performance that night.
“Oooh,” she crooned as she squeezed him tighter, feeling her climax beginning. The man, with perfect timing, pulled out and dipped down, placing his mouth on her love box and catching everything she squirted out. Draya’s legs quivered as she released her juices onto his face and into his mouth. She shook uncontrollably when she gripped the back of his head, almost pile-driving his face into herself. Her body jerked violently as he continued to give her clitoris an oral massage. The man then rose up and slid back into her. It didn’t take long for him to release a load into her. Draya didn’t care if he came inside of her; he felt too good. She remembered at that moment that she once loved him, but she had let greed get in the way of that.
“I missed you. I missed you so much,” the man whispered in her ear, resting on top of her, breathing heavily as his sweat dripped onto her body. His deep baritone sent chills down Draya’s spine and she wondered why she had ever stopped messing with him in the first place.
“Oh . . . oh my God. That was so good,” Draya professed as he placed her hand on her love box and added pressure. It was so tender and sore . . . a pleasant sore. It hurt so badly, but then again, it felt so good. The man kissed her on the forehead softly and got up from the king-size bed. He headed to the hotel suite’s bathroom while Draya’s eyes admired his physique. His chiseled back and muscular frame instantly made her want him again. The man disappeared into the bathroom and Draya flipped over onto her stomach and ran her fingers through her sweated-out hair. She took a deep breath and smiled.
“You were amazing, Daddy. I am so glad I ran into you.” She looked around the luxury suite and noticed a slightly opened duffel bag sitting on the floor. She could just glimpse some plastic-wrapped cocaine bricks stacked neatly inside of it and she chuckled to herself.
“I see not a lot has changed since the last time I saw you. You still getting it in, huh?” she said as she sat up and began tying her hair into a ponytail.
“You know it, Ma. Don’t shit stop,” he called back as he turned on the faucet.
Draya smiled and thought back on how she had robbed him blind a year earlier and he never knew a thing. She had set him up so smoothly and disappeared from town like a ghost. He had no idea that his biggest loss came from a chick who he had love for. She kept chuckling to herself while shaking her head with regret.
That’s the way the game goes sometimes. I had to get mine, she thought, trying to make herself feel better about what she’d done. If a nigga get caught slipping, it’s his own fault.
She flipped onto her stomach and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. As she began to scroll through her contacts, she heard the water turn off and then the footsteps of the man approaching her. She wiggled her plump butt cheeks, knowing that he was watching, and smiled and giggled while still focusing on her phone.
She felt his warm hands begin to rub on her back and then heard his deep voice: “It’s been a long time, baby.” He took her phone from her and set it aside, then gently pulled her hands behind her back. His demand for her attention turned Draya on and made her smile even wider. She could feel his growing warm shaft resting on her leg. That sensation alone made her clitoris begin to jump in anticipation of round two. She started moving her body like a snake, in a circular motion, causing friction between the bed and her clitoris as she closed her eyes in total bliss. With her arms still behind her back,