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"For real?" I respond, all excited at the possibility of a snatch coming along. "What he look like? I swear I thought Parade was lying about her new man."

"She definitely ain't lying if she said he's handsome.

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ing his cap pulled all the way down. All you can see is his sexy-ass lips. Sky, I want him for myself, girl." Jewel says that and suddenly I have an idea. I want to see if Parade's boyfriend will take the bait if Jewel tries to hit on him. If I were there, I'd do it myself. I'm pretty sure he'll like Jewel because unlike Parade, Jewel has her own salon, her own car and a lot of other good shit going for herself. Not to mention, Jewel is much easier on the eyes.

"You should do it, Jewel," I instigate, trying to convince her to walk over to him.

"Do what?"

"Try to talk to him."

"But ... uh ... what if that girl comes back out while I'm still talkin' to him? I ain't tryin' to whip her ass tonight, Sky."

Whip her ass? Yeah, right. That's her way of telling me she's scared to death. I can't stand a scary bitch.

Parade has her so shook that she's afraid to say anything to her man.

"If you hurry up, she won't see you. It ain't like you know who her man is anyway. For all you know, he's some dude hangin' outside. So if she comes out, just step off."

"I ain't doin' all that, Sky. I mean, he looks fuckable but I'm not pressed either."

"Please," I beg.

She's quiet for a minute and I can tell she's definitely considering it. Truthfully, I'm not used to begging somebody to do something I want them to do.

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That's another thing I miss about Parade. If I give the word, she's on it like a pit bull no matter what.

"Okay. I'll call you back."

"Uhn-ahn, bitch. I'm stayin' on the phone. I want to hear everything."

"Okay. I'll hold the phone in my hand."

"Good."

I can hear her footsteps as she walks over to him.

I'm mad that she got off the phone so quick because I was gonna give her some pointers on what to say. But, I figure she's a fly bitch who's used to dealin' with fly niggas so that might not even be necessary.

A few seconds go by. "Excuse me. You live around here?"

"Naw," he says. That's it?

"Oh. Well ... uh ... I should've known that. I would've remembered seein' somebody who looks like you."

Somebody who looks like you? What the fuck is Jewel talkin' about?

"And why is that?" he questions in a voice so sexy it makes my pussy jump.

"Because somebody that looks like you would've been with somebody that looks like me, that's why." Silence.

That's a weak-ass line, deserving exactly what it got.

"Listen, sweetheart. I got my eye on somebody else right now."

"Somebody who looks better than me?" Jewel asks.

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Get 'em, girl, 'cuz you know that bitch ain't got nothin' on you.

"Somebody who's just as fine as you are," he replies.

"Oh," she says as if she's disappointed.

"Look, I can't lie, I'm feelin' her. So, unfortunately, I can't go any further with you other than sayin' you're a beautiful woman who at any other time would've been on my arm."

"Oh. I see."

"I'm sorry," he continues.

"Naw, it's cool. I understand. I hope y'all are happy."

"We are. Trust me." I feel his smile coming through Jewel's phone.

She gets back to her car, sounding irritated and mad that I put her up to approach him only to get knocked down. Just like me, she isn't used to being rejected. She looks just like Amerie with her real hair falling within the small of her back.

"Girl, I just got carried," she says real low. "I can't believe you made me do that shit."

"I know. I heard it."

"How the fuck he gonna chose Parade instead of me?" Jewel yells. "He must be gay."

"Well, if he's dealin' with Parade, he's definitely not gay."

"Whatever that bitch doin', it's workin'."

"Well, he ain't met me yet."

"And what is that supposed to mean? You sayin'

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you look better than me or somethin'?"

"You know I do, girl. And anyway, I'm on my way to the house so I'll see you in a minute." I hang up the phone.

Is it possible that Parade really has come up, after all? Naw.

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I'VE NEVER HAD A MAN make love to me like Cannon does.
Ever.
Kissing my neck gently, he backs me up against the wall until I'm forced to inhale his cologne.

"What are you wearing, baby?" I whisper.

"You. I'm wearing you. You like it?" He kisses me softly on the lips.

Damn, this man says all the right things. He slowly unzips my pants as he runs his warm hand across my stomach. Judging by how big his dick is growing in his jeans, I can tell he likes what he feels. He slides my pants all the way to the floor and one by one I remove my legs until I stand half-naked against the hotel room wall. Cannon backs up, flips the light switch on and observes my body.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asks as if he wants to eat me up.

I don't answer. I can't risk saying anything that will ruin this moment. He places his hat on the table, walks up to me and I help him remove his shirt. As I run my
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fingers between the muscle grooves on his chest, my pussy gets wetter and wetter. His shirt is completely off so I unzip his jeans, exposing his Versace boxer briefs.

His big black dick is waiting to enter my horny body and I want it, too. On my knees, I remove his pul-sating dick from his briefs and wrap my lips around it.

I suck every inch of him. His sweet pre-cum lines the surface of my throat.

"This feels so good, baby," he moans. "Damn." I lead him to the bed, remove my shirt and get on all fours. I want this night to be everything he wants it to be.

"It's like that," he says then gently spreads my ass cheeks to get a good glimpse of my pussy.

"Yeah. It's just like that," I moan seductively as I pump my hips.

He licks his middle finger, sticks it gently inside me and I fuck it as if it's his dick. I can tell by the look on his face that he's even more aroused. He glances at me the way Jay does when he's ready to cum inside me.

"Come on, baby. Fuck this ugly black pussy." He stares at me and uses his body to push me toward the bed. I smile at first, thinking it's another freaky game, until I see the look in his eyes. I wonder what ruined the moment.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Baby, why you keep sayin' that every time we have sex?"

"Sayin' what?"

"That you're ugly."

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