The Dopeman's Wife: Part I of the Dopeman Trilogy Read Free

had read. He knew all about street fiction’s classic titles and could hold a conversation about any book she brought up. He explained to her that he’d been locked up for two years and reading was all he did then.
    They definitely clicked, and Zion was feeling Nautica also. She seemed different than the females he was accustomed to dealing with. Zion smiled as he looked over at her. He could tell that she was impressed, from the slight grin on her face. He knew she thought that he was picking up drug money, but he wasn’t; he was picking up extortion money. Zion made different crews around the city pay him on a monthly basis, or he would stick up their corners, making it hell for their operation. When crews tried to jump stupid, he put his murder game down. The town’s dopeboys quickly learned that they were better off having Zion as an ally than an enemy.
    Zion slyly observed Nautica, and not once did she look at the money when his “workers” paid their taxes, nor did she question him about it. That told him that either she was the daughter of a hustler, or had dealt with one before. She knew the game and how to play it, which, for him, was a plus. That was one less thing he had to school her about.
    Once Zion made his last stop, he didn’t want the day to end. The sun was setting, and the sun’s dim glow reflected off Nautica’s skin perfectly. Zion couldn’t take his eyes off her and was about to do something he never did. He was going to invite her to his house. Not one of his stash houses, but his home. He had a good vibe about her.
    “I don’t want to let you go just yet. What would you say if I asked you to come to my house with me?” Zion gently ran his hands through Nautica’s hair.
    Nautica closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Zion’s touch. She took her time before responding. Well, I don’t have to go to the club tonight because it’s my day off. Should I go? He seems so perfect. I don’t want him to think I’m a ho, though. I’ma go, but he ain’t getting the panties. He looks so good, though, he might get the panties. No! No sex, Nautica! No panties! She looked him in the eyes. “I would love to go, Zion,” she said. It almost slipped out of her mouth. She’d agreed to go without even knowing. He had her gone in the head already.
    I told myself I wasn’t going to do this, but oooh! Nautica gripped the back of Zion’s head, guiding him to her favorite spot. She was sprawled out on his king-sized bed, her legs over her head. Zion had gently pushed both of her legs back as far as they could go and teasingly tasted her over and over again. Both of her feet were touching the headboard as she moved her midsection in circles and moaned loudly. Zion took his time rotating his tongue around her spot, and Nautica loved every minute of it. What she thought was going to be just a quick visit turned out to be a sexual escapade.
    Zion grabbed a glass of water from his nightstand and took a sip, purposefully leaving an ice cube in his mouth. He went back down on Nautica and applied the cube directly on her clitoris, an O.G. move. It made Nautica go crazy. He treated her lips down below, just as if they were the ones on her face, tongue-kissing them gently and slowly, moaning just barely so she could hear him. He slipped his tongue just a tad bit to her other hole, to let her know that he was a certified freak and knew how to gratify a woman. He slowly rose up and began to pull down his boxers, exposing his rock-hard tool.
    Nautica viewed the letters Z-I-O-N tattooed across his ripped abdominals. She was so in the zone, she didn’t want the feeling to stop, not even for a brief second. She continued to move in circles, and slipped her hand down to her love box, stroking herself slowly, waiting for him. She made eye contact with Zion, and their eyes got stuck on one another, almost like a trance. She usually wouldn’t have been so comfortable around a man so quick, but Zion brought the best out