Boss Divas by De'nesha Diamond

already wore your ass out.”
    â€œHa! Check your ego at the door. I’m giving your ass a break since you’ve been rehabbing out in the woods like a black Grizzly Adams.” I roll him onto his back and then climb up to straddle his monster cock. No words can describe how good it feels to ride his smooth, satiny dick. His shit stretches and fills me up.
    Golden morning sunlight slices through my venetian blinds and gives me a better view of my king—in the streets and in my bed. Gently, I run my fingers over his burned skin. His gaze locks onto my mine and I know that he’s tryna see whether I find him repulsive, but the opposite is true. He’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.
    Squeezing my pussy muscles as I ride, I watch him squirm and writhe beneath me.
    â€œAw, shit,” he pants.
    â€œYou like that?” I pick up the pace until our bodies slap together, giving me a nice sting against my ass.
    â€œThat’s right, Willow. Fuck me. Fuck your nigga. Show me how much you missed this fuckin’ dick.”
    My grip on his dick tightens. His breathing becomes choppy as he grabs my waist so that he can control our rhythm.
    I knock his hands off, but then pin them down on opposite sides of his head. “I got this.”
    Mason chuckles and moans at the same time. I can see in his face that he wants to shoot off, but he’s fighting it.
    â€œYou wanna fuckin’ come, baby?” I tease him.
    He growls while sweat beads across his brow.
    â€œAnswer me, baby,” I lean forward and lick the side of his face. “Don’t you want to come in my sweet pussy?”
    â€œGrrrrr.”
    â€œAin’t this the best pussy you ever had?”
    â€œFuck yeah.”
    I find the strength to grip him tighter. “Then come for me. Show me how much you love this pussy.” I love him for submitting to me. Some niggas don’t know how to let a woman be in control. A smile creeps across my face when his bottom lip quivers. He’s about to nut.
    â€œThat’s it, baby. C’mon. Come for momma.”
    â€œAHHHHHHHHH!” His arms break free from my grasp as he sits up and wraps his meaty arms around my waist.
    Within seconds, my body explodes and honey gushes between my legs, sticking us together.
    Exhausted, I curl up against his chest.
    Mason keeps his arms wrapped around me and peppers the top of my head with kisses. “I love you, Willow,” he whispers.
    My eyes fly back open.
    â€œI had to get back here so I could tell you that. I have always loved you.”
    Lifting my head, I look up into his eyes. “I love you, too.”
    My cell phone rings, but I don’t have the strength to answer it.
    â€œDon’t you think that you should get that?” Mason asks.
    â€œNah. There is such a thing as voice mail.” As soon as the ringing stops it starts up again. “Shit.”
    â€œIt may be important,” he says.
    â€œIt’s always important. These soldiers need constant babysitting. But right now, all I want to do is sleep, fuck, and sleep some more.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œUm-hmm. We can work out the other shit later.”
    â€œWhat other shit?”
    â€œLike, how are we going to handle your whole return-from-the-dead situation?” I say, resting my chin in the center of his chest. “Everyone is going to freak out.”
    â€œFirst, we’ll call a meeting with all our top people, and then we put the word out to all the foot soldiers and corner boys. They’ll spread the shit far and wide in the streets that I’m back.”
    I smile. “Just like that, huh?”
    â€œJust like that. I’ll be a legend.”
    â€œYou and Python.”
    He flinches and diverts his gaze from mine.
    â€œI don’t know if you know, but he survived that crash, too.” I watch him, trying to catch a flicker of emotion. He doesn’t know that I found out about his