Flippin' the Hustle by Trae Macklin Page B

fabric of her panties. Derrick pulled her body closer to his and placed his mouth over hers. He gently kissed her sweet lips. She reciprocated his eagerness by moving her hand down his chiseled body and into his partially unbuckled jeans.
    Once her fingers wrapped around his massive pole, her eyes shot wide open as she froze.
    Derrick noticed the evident shock displayed on her face.
    After a brief moment of staring into each other’s eyes, they both burst into a fit of laughter.
    Naria quickly regained her composure, and then earnestly stated, “I’ve . . . never, umm . . . seen one that big.”
    Pulling her to him tenderly, Derrick said, “Don’t worry, I would never hurt you. I promise.” He recaptured her tongue with his own.
    Slowly, Derrick hovered above Naria’s tiny frame. Looking down at her perfect figure, he could actually feel his pulse in his condom. He slid just the head into Naria’s moist slit, feeling his girth stretching her womanhood.
    Naria arched her back in preparation, as her inner-moist orifice was being filled to its capacity. “Trez, I don’t think that I can take it,” she huffed urgently.
    Derrick soothingly replied, “You can take it, baby. Just relax.” Leaning in close, he began to plant soft kisses all over Naria’s face.
    Every time she attempted to capture his mouth, he dodged her lips playfully. Throughout the entire time he played his game, he was stroking deeper and deeper into her. It wasn’t long before nearly half his length was inside her.
    â€œTrez, you’ve got me . . . soooooo wet! I think I can . . . take it! Give it to me, baby! Please! I’m ready!”
    Derrick looked down and noticed that Naria probably could withstand the three to four inches he had left. So he allowed her lips to connect with his, cradled her tight, and inserted his entire length into her.
    Naria released an animalistic growl as her nails tore into his flesh. “Oh . . . God!” Once Naria overcame his size, she rotated her hips as loud moans escaped her mouth. “Tre . . . Trez! I’ve never felt this be-fore! I . . . I think I’m . . . cuuummming!” she yelled as her body jerked violently. Naria was experiencing her first orgasm ever. The spasms ripped through her body.
    Soon thereafter, the tightness and the wetness of her pussy sent Derrick into his own blissful battle with nature. His face contorted and twisted. Feeling his body jerk the final time, Derrick knew it was nowhere on earth that he’d rather be than with Naria. Being with her had stopped him from worrying about his mother or his job. The only thing that mattered at the moment was them.

    *****

    The next morning, Derrick looked around the room confused. As his eyes focused on an angelic Naria, the events of the night before rushed back into his mental, causing a gigantic smile to cover his face. The condominium that they’d so covertly stayed in actually belonged to RJ. This was just one of many properties that he owned across the country.
    Derrick eased from the bed, careful not to wake Naria. He walked through the plush interior of the condo, wondering who could have done such an exquisite job decorating. As he stood naked watching the sun rise over the water, he heard Naria’s steps easing up behind him. Once she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her nakedness against his, his manhood instantly grew to full attention. Derrick closed his eyes, taking in the comfort that she provided. A comfort that was so far removed from the fast-paced drama that Derrick had experienced courtesy of the agency and RJ.

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    Derrick lounged in the passenger seat as Naria navigated his XK8 Jaguar through the light evening traffic. He felt at ease in her company. Something he couldn’t say even for his most serious relationship. There had never been a woman that he felt so comfortable around. He wasn’t sure what it was about her,