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would be scared to even deliver mail around this bitch,” Eduardo agreed with me. I was smiling all goofy because I had been taking quick peeks at his lips. He was really gorgeous. I couldn’t say that to myself enough.
    â€œWell, I have to go. I hope to hear from you,” I said, flirting as hard as I could. Truthfully, I could’ve spent the rest of my workday standing right there talking to him.
    â€œOh, you’ll hear from me baby girl, don’t worry,” Eduardo said as he turned to walk back across the street. I had an extra pep in my step the rest of that day.

CHAPTER 2
    AIN’T NOTHING LIKE GOOD DICK
    â€œY es! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” I screamed as I dug my nails deep into the skin on Eduardo’s back. The more I screamed, the faster and harder he slid his thickness in and out of my dripping wet pussy.
    It had been two weeks since our first meeting on my mail route. I usually didn’t fuck dudes this fast, but he was just too fine and too smooth to pass it up. He had taken me to three or four nice dinners, brought me flowers, and fucked me right in that short time. I couldn’t front, I was being like one of those chicks I always talked about back in high school—sprung off of good dick and nice clothes. I didn’t care, either. After all I had been through my with baby daddy, Eduardo was like a breath of fresh air in my life.
    â€œWhose pussy is this? Tell me before I take the dick away,” Eduardo huffed into my ear. I guess thinking back, it was a strange question and threat for a new dude to ask a girl he hardly knew, but at that moment I couldn’t even think about that.
    â€œYours! It’s your pussy, Eddie! Yours forever!” I screeched like a bubbleheaded bimbo as he plowed harder into my pelvis. I knew my ass was sprung for sure after that. Eduardo had the best dick I had ever had and he used it expertly. I was screaming from my third orgasm within minutes. That was unheard of when most of the time during sex I’d hardly ever had even one.
    Eduardo busted his nut and he rolled over next to me. “Damn, girl, you got that good stuff,” he panted. I smiled as I watched his muscular chest heave up and down. This was definitely the start of something good.
    â€œYour shit ain’t so bad either,” I said sweetly, reaching over and rubbing my hand on his tight muscles. He laughed.
    â€œOh, now you giving me a half-ass compliment,” he joked. I moved closer to him and laid my head on his chest. I closed my eyes, but not for long.
    Eduardo’s phone started ringing on the hotel-room nightstand and interrupted our moment. All of a sudden a bad feeling came over me as he pushed me aside, jumped up, looked at the phone, and grabbed it like he was in a panic. I screwed my face up as I eyed him evilly. He shot me a worried look and then he raced into the bathroom with the phone. I pouted right away. He obviously didn’t want me to know who he was receiving that call from. It was the same story with these niggas. They always had mad secrets. Maybe I was the dumb one. I was there fucking him like he was my man, yet I still didn’t know if Eduardo had a girlfriend or anything. I just knew I wanted him to be mine so badly I would’ve done anything.
    I stayed in the bed, thinking that my mother was going to kill me for staying out and not calling her. She had already been complaining that I had been basically neglecting my son for the two weeks I’d spent with Eduardo. I wasn’t ready at that time for Eduardo to meet my mother and my son, Andrew. Not until I was sure I was going to really be with him. It was all too much to think about.
    I went to grab my cell to call my mother, but Eduardo’s voice getting louder and louder in the bathroom had gotten my attention. I listened. I wanted to know who he was talking to like that. It sounded kind of serious, so I moved to the