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raw yearning, he uttered a primal sound from deep in his throat. “Come on, baby. Take your clothes off for me. Let me see that pretty little body that I’ve been craving.”
    Laila’s expression suddenly hardened and she stubbornly folded her arms across her chest. “You ain’t right, Cruze. It’s been more than a year—”
    Yeah, okay. And? You already said that shit. He wasn’t trying to repeat himself explaining why again. He moved closer, shutting her up by rubbing on her titties and whispering, “I’ve been having wet dreams about that pretty pussy of yours.”
    Laila gazed up at him and swallowed as heat swept through her. No man had ever had that effect on her, except for Cruze. Damn him! With a look of defeat mixed with sexual yearning, she began tearing off her clothes.
    As Cruze finished undressing, he could feel Laila’s eyes burning into him. Anticipation scorched through her veins. He was her only desire. And as angry as she was with him for abandoning her, she couldn’t deny herself him. Standing at six-foot-four, his body was sculpted like a Nubian god, and Laila couldn’t help running her hands over his bulging biceps and rippled abs. She’d missed the feel of his hard body.
    â€œYou ’bout to find out how much I missed you,” Cruze warned, before licking his lips. He enveloped her inside his brawny arms and with his lips, he traced a moist path from her neck to her breasts, nibbling and sucking on her nipples, and coaxing desperate little moans from her.
    His hand wandered downward, moving past her belly button and then stalling. A long finger made circles around her rigid clit, and then moved a little lower, caressing the seam of her pussy, where hot juices had gathered.
    Cruze didn’t tongue kiss or eat pussy because most bitches put their mouths on too many dicks and raw-fucked way too many different niggas. But he had no problem playing in a batch of hot pussy. One finger explored the pooling wetness between Laila’s legs while his thumb orbited her juice-slickened clit.
    â€œI love you so much, Cruze,” Laila whimpered, her mouth hungrily seeking his. Cruze pulled away. “You know what I want, Laila . . . suck it for me, babe.” He applied pressure to her shoulder with one hand and held the base of his hard, throbbing pole with the other.
    Without hesitation, Laila sank to her knees and opened her mouth.
    â€œMmm,” Cruze moaned as he slid the smooth head between her plump lips. “Suck it good,” he coaxed. She pulled him in deeper, and the moment she applied suction to his hardened shaft, a fire erupted inside him and tiny sparks raced up his spine.
    He could have easily lost control and released a hot load of cumright then and there, but he composed himself. With concentration, he was able to stroke in and out of her mouth, slowly and rhythmically.
    â€œDamn, you suck a good dick, girl. That juicy mouth of yours drives me crazy.” Cruze’s dick glided along her tongue in a leisurely fashion, but when Laila puckered her lips around the middle of his shaft, tightening and releasing her hold like a quick-gripping pussy, Cruze’s breathing intensified and he went wild, banging against her tonsils,
    Laila deftly relaxed her throat muscles, allowing him to force-fit his lengthy cock down her tight windpipe. Realizing he was close to busting, he reluctantly pulled his burgeoning manhood out of Laila’s neck and smeared his leaking pre-cum all over her mouth.
    Looking confused, Laila licked the salty substance from her lips. “What’s wrong? You used to love it when I sucked the first nut out of you.”
    â€œYou can suck out the next one, all right? But right now, I gotta bust inside that hot pussy.”
    Laila stood up and Cruze roughly tossed her on the bed. Grunting with desire, he mounted her. Knocking her legs apart with his knee, he guided his swollen