Set: A Novella (Them Boys Book 1)
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Set: I wanna see you. It’s been too long.
Me: It’s only been a couple of months.
Set: My balls gonna fall off if I don’t get to see you.
I laughed before responding to that text with: You say you’re trying to see me but it sounds like you’re trying to see my coochie.
Set: Shit, I’m tryna see both of y’all! Come on. Pick a weekend and by pick a weekend, I mean this weekend.
Me: Set, it’s Friday. Too last minute.
Set: Next weekend then. I need some of that.
Me: That?
Set: That PUSSY.
Me: Really? All caps?
Set: I’m just tryna put some respect on her name.
Me: Give me a couple of weeks at least. Where are we meeting?
Set: Vegas.
I stared at the word for two or three minutes, more than a little taken aback. He wanted me to come to his city?
Set: You still there?
Me: Yeah. What hotel in Vegas?
Set: The Mitchell Inn.
Me: You mean your place?
Set: Yep.
Me: Won’t your girlfriend be upset about me being in your town and in your place?
Set: Is your nigga gonna be upset about you coming to my town and my place?
Asshole.
Another two minutes passed before I typed out: Let’s do Dallas. It’s closer to me.
Set: Vegas
Me: St. Louis
Set: Vegas
This went on for ten more cities with me having no clue why he suddenly decided to change the rules but wanting to see him so bad that I could only say: Fine. Vegas.
Set: Good. I’ma tear your ass up!
Me: You better.
I spent the next month or so stalling, afraid of what being with him in his home could mean, making up excuse after excuse for the delay before I finally bought a plane ticket and flew to Vegas, to him.
Kareema
Now...
Gripping the railing on Set’s—our—balcony, I wanted to keep my eyes open and on the night’s scenery, but I couldn’t. Set was so deep inside of me I could damn near hear his thoughts, his dick massaging every inch of my pussy as his body crowded the back of mine, one hand tightly gripping my right breast, the other on my shoulder. His warm breath caressed my ear as he asked, “Whose pussy is this? Huh? Whose pussy is this, baby?”
“Shit, shit, shit! I think you’re in my damn uterus!” I replied, my pussy seizing and squirting all at the same time.
“Yeah, make it rain for me, baby. Come for me, Kareema.”
“Oooooo, shit!”
“This motherfucker so damn tight! Got damn boa constrictor pussy!”
And that’s when he lost it, started plowing into me like there was no tomorrow, making my knees buckle and a cry of pure insanity fly from my mouth.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he turned me around, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back on one of the loungers and Set’s mouth was on me, slurping and sucking on my clit and making tears spring to my eyes from the intensity of pleasure mixed with love. He slipped a finger inside of me and my legs turned to jelly. My heart was beating out of my chest, and all kinds of nasty thoughts were swirling around in my brain.
And that’s when I lost it, squirmed from under him, surprising him enough to give me room to take him into my mouth, swirl my tongue around his dick, and slide it so deep inside my mouth that I gagged, coughed, and grinned.
“Ooooh, fuck!” Set groaned.
We’d barely made it through his door before he stripped both of us and led me out to this balcony. It was hot, but I was naked, and the mere idea of us fucking outside gave my pussy the consistency of slush.
I sucked and slurped and gagged and sucked some more, until Set pulled me up, spun me around, and had me gripping the railing again. He drove into me, making me moan and suck in a breath at the same time, soon resuming his rhythm, his flesh smacking against mine, our breathing loud, our moans tortured, the slippery wetness of my pussy echoing around us, the scent of our sex permeating the hot night air.
A building orgasm crested inside of me, causing static to drown out the sounds of our sex. And when my hearing reverted to normalcy, my man whined and roared my name about twenty times as his throbbing dick emptied inside of me.
Set
I fell onto the lounger on my back and was about to tell her to lie down on me, but she beat me to it, stretching her body over mine, those titties smashed between us.
After I caught my breath, I said, “You ain’t never tell me whose pussy it is.”
“You know it’s yours. I got the rings to prove it now.” She held up her left hand and grinned. “I can’t believe you actually drove from the airport to a jewelry store, then to a chapel.”
I shrugged. “We too old to be waiting.”
“All this screwing we do, and you think we’re old?”
“Shit, that’s that old nigga experience. You think I could fuck like this back in the day? I had no idea what I was doing.”
“If that’s what you mean, then you’re old as hell. Shit, you’re two seconds from the nursing home.”
I chuckled. “Kareema?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
She kissed my chest and then my lips. “I love you, too. Hey, what if I told you this was somebody else’s pussy and not yours when you asked?”
“Then I’d put my foot up somebody else’s ass and shove my fist down somebody else’s throat, and cut somebody else’s dick off and—”
“Okay, okay, I get the point, crazy ass man!”
“Good.” I reached between us and gripped her pussy. “Now who does this belong to, baby?”
She lifted her head from my chest to look me in the eye. “It belongs to Set Moses Mitchell.”
“You got damn right.”
A southern girl at heart, Alexandria House has an affinity for a good banana pudding, Neo Soul music, and tall black men in suits. When this fashionista is not shopping, she’s writing steamy stories about real black love.
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