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  “Don’t run,” he whispered.

  “Oh my God,” she screamed out from the hurt so good corners that Zay was smashing. It seemed that he was hitting a homeroom each time he dug in deeper. “Damn baby,” she squealed, trying to lift herself up off of him.

  “Where are you going?” He arrogantly asked. “Don’t run.”

  “Ohhhh baby,” she called out.

  “No running,” he spoke in her ears.

  “Damn, you’re driving me crazy.” She called out as Zay went harder, feeling that he was about to erupt. “Why you won’t cum?” She asked, knowing that he had to be close to the edge.

  “It’s coming,” Zay replied, in between deep breathes.

  Olivia swiftly came out of his firm hold and bounced up off of his dick. She didn’t waste any time getting on her knees and giving him some amazing head.

  “Daaaaaaamn,” he let out, eyes rolling in the back of his sockets.

  Zay felt himself about to let it rip as their favorite song hit its climax in the background. Not being able to take it anymore, he spit up a small load of nut in her mouth as she pulled it out to let the rest of it hit her in the face. He rubbed it in, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against his swollen, sensitive dick head. They intimately gazed at each other then burst out laughing at the lyrics now playing from the song.

  Now eat the cake, Anna Mae… Say eat the cake, Anna Mae.

  ****

  Olivia took in a satisfying deep breath as Mark rolled over, wrapping his arms around her. It was nothing like being brought back to reality and very quickly. She attempted to smile in her sleep as if feeling her husband’s arms around her body made her feel safe and warm. However, the only arms she wished she was in were Zay’s.

  Mark reached down and rubbed between her legs. She was soaking wet as if she’d squirted in her sleep. She pretended to squirm a little bit as she opened her eyes meeting up with his. He smiled.

  “Damn,” he chuckled, and then asked. “Wet dream?”

  She put on her fake smile, knowing that he could never make her feel like her thoughts just did. “I don’t know what’s going on down there.” She lied, still smiling in a believable manner. She’d hit the same smile on him the day she returned from Atlanta after seeing Zay. She’d bought him a couple pair of Tom Ford shoes and a shiny, new Cartier watch. She’d also gotten him a couple of new shirts out of Zay’s closet since they wore the same size clothes, being nearly the same height and build. He never minded her business meetings out of town, because he got to enjoy all the goodies she’d bring back with her.

  She wiped her eyes like she was trying to wake up then leaned over and kissed him. “Morning baby,” she spoke.

  Mark still had his fingers in the fold of her pussy lips as he smiled at her. “Good morning, baby.” He spoke back. “Are you cooking breakfast?”

  She casually moved his hand then rolled out of bed. “If that’s what my husband wants.” She grabbed her robe, putting it on. Glancing back at Mark caused her to smile. In that split second, she saw the man that she’d fallen in love with years prior. For two years they were engaged, and then they had a nice, small wedding with a few family members and friends. Now total, it was eight years later and things had really fizzled in her marriage.

  “Come here,” he said, watching her as she fumbled through the clothes in the drawer for something to wear for the day.

  “What’s up?” she asked, not wanting to look back at him, feeling a bit guilty for her indecent actions with Zay.

  “Hey,” he called out to get her attention. She looked back and shyly smiled. Mark was still a very handsome man. He had smooth chocolate skin and honey colored eyes that stood out as he stared at her. His dark hair was cut low, showing off his pretty, deep waves. His goatee was neatly trimmed and only accentuated his nice, pearly white smile. “I think I’d like to eat you for breakfast since I’m off today.” He flirted.

  “That actually sounds good.” She said, watching him get out of bed and slipping his feet inside his bedroom shoes.

  He walked up on her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I just wanna eat you this morning. I can skip breakfast.”

  “Sounds like you wanna do something spontaneous,” Olivia said, thinking that Mark didn’t have a spontaneous bone in his body. He was old fashioned and even though he was packing with a nice size dick, he was unaware of how to use it properly. She stayed on the bottom since missionary was his favorite position. She couldn’t remember when the last time she’d rode him or he’d hit it from the back.

  “After feeling that puddle between your legs, I’m feeling real freaky.” He said.

  Olivia was surprised as she raised a concerned eyebrow. “Are you sure?” She questioned as he anxiously smiled with an agreeing nod of his head. Feeling horny from thinking about Zay, she quickly made her way back to the bed to lie down. She pulled her nightgown over her head, exposing her naked body. Seeing this caused Mark’s manhood to almost jump out of his pajamas. She began to play in her wet pussy with her eyes closed. Mark pulled his dick out of the hole on the front of his boxer shorts. The hole in which he only pulled his dick out to pee now looked quite sexy to Olivia while he gently stroked it.

  He is being spontaneous. She thought as she watched him slow jacking his dick. It grew harder and longer. “Aaaah,” he let out as Olivia cut her eyes over at him. Mark was certainly doing something that she’d never seen him do before. Looking into her slanted eyes only lured him in closer. He kneeled down beside the bed and took her right nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it.

  “Mmmmm,” Olivia unexpectedly moaned. Mark was definitely on his grown man shit that morning. He started finger fucking her, and then licked the juices off his fingers with a tasteful smile spread across his handsome face. “Wow,” she whispered, witnessing such a daring act by her boring husband.

  Mark then got up, holding his eight and a half inches of steel in his hand and got on top of his wife. Olivia softly rolled her eyes up in her head.

  I knew it was too good to be true, she thought, so over the missionary position that he kept her in.

  Mark slowly entered her juice box. She took in a deep breath, because it always started off so good. He began grinding inside her pussy, feeling like he already wanted to nut. His thoughts reflected on business meetings and upcoming work projects, and then it went right back to his wife’s deep, hot pussy. He tried thinking about playing golf with his buddies, since that was one of his favorite hobbies, but again his thoughts went back to the slippery hole-in-one between Olivia’s legs.

  “Damn,” he said out loud, stroking her walls so good that he couldn’t contain himself. Four minutes into the fuck session, he was busting a strong nut inside her. He rolled over, next to Olivia. She didn’t waste any time getting out of the bed and walking into the bathroom. He lay there chilling like he was the man as she washed her face with a cold rag just wishing that he could last, at least five minutes longer.

  Fucking Mark in that manner was nothing new. He’d stepped outside of his comfort zone just enough to excite her, but then he went right back inside it. She hated this about him. She had a high sex drive and she wanted him to lay it down, but he’d disappoint her every time. She fell in love with his drive, and his ambition. The fact that he wanted to settle down and be with her was the icing on the cake. She knew that women drooled over him, but if only they knew. What she knew was that he loved her and only her, but even that was starting to not be enough.

  It was never about the money, because they owned a hair salon and she and Mark had made some great investments in other businesses, one being Felisha’s nail salon. Mark also owned a line of dump trucks, making damn good money off of them. So, the money wasn’t an issue. However, being with a boring, insensitive man that had no impulsive sex drive was killing her softly.

  Zay brought out the freak in her and she allowed him to explore every part of her body any way that he wanted to. This within itself was definitely driving her c
razy. She had to maintain her thoughts and her actions. She wasn’t fully happy with her husband, but she didn’t want their marriage to end because of her infidelity. She had to think of a way of making it easier. Either her husband was going to step his game up or another man was creeping in to steal his position. The choice was his.

  Chapter Three

  Zay was alone, sitting inside of his office space at his high rise condo. The only thing that occupied him was his thoughts as he gazed unproductively at his computer screen. At the moment, he was supposed to be doing some numbers on a few clients that were in the NFL. He was a sports agent in Atlanta, thirty-one years old, intelligent and single. However, being single was starting to feel like he’d found the one, but the one was already married to another. He couldn’t even focus on his work, because all he could envision was Olivia’s dark, naked body standing in front of him. He couldn’t get her out of his head, no matter how hard he tried.

  Zay was a ladies man and had several women that he’d lay up with, but that had recently stopped. The only time he could ever remember that happening was years back when he was in college. The woman’s name was Angel and Zay had fallen quickly in love with her beauty and her comedic personality. She was down to earth and seemed to love herself some him. He was smitten with just having her around and had cut ties with all the other women that he’d toyed with.

  A year after dating, Angel had him thinking about proposing. Unfortunately, one night while enjoying a private dinner by himself at Two Urban Licks in Atlanta, GA; he spotted his girlfriend entering the crowded restaurant with another man on her arm. When he walked over to confront her, she grabbed the man’s hand tighter and without hesitation, formally introduced him to her fiancé. She played it off like she’d been his assistant and Zay felt so foolish and caught up that he simply walked out of the restaurant and never looked back. He never thought that a woman would cheat on him, but one did and was cool about it once she’d been caught up, making him realize that he was the side nigga. He was indeed broken-hearted and said that he’d never get his heart involved again unless he was certain that the woman was all his. But, now he was knowingly with another… a fully married woman.

  Olivia appeared in his photographic memory again. “Damn,” he whispered, thinking that he had to get it together. He drummed his fingers against the wooden desktop, and then stood up. He looked down at his comfortable attire. He was dressed in a pair of Nike nylon gym shorts. Nike ankle socks covered his feet and a gray wife beater covered his washboard abs, that he made sure was tight from daily work outs at the gym on the first floor of the building. He walked out of his office and straight into his immaculate adjoining bedroom, passing an expensive piece hanging on the wall by Andy Warhol.

  Upon entering the large master bathroom, he stepped over in front of the mirror, and then turned on the faucet water. Kneeling down closer to the sink, he splashed a bit of the cold water on his face.

  “What am I thinking?” he questioned himself with thoughts of needing to see Olivia. He then stripped naked and opened the glass doors to the shower. He got inside it and turned on the hot water as it beat down his back. His thoughts began to cover what he’d wear once he was out. He’d made up his mind that he was leaving Atlanta for the night. I-20 was going to take him straight to Augusta, GA where his lover was. He had to see her.

  ****

  Nearly four hours later, Zay had made it to Augusta, GA and was driving down Washington Road. He was in a fairly new, maroon colored Bentley Mulsanne. He was hoping to blend in with The Master’s traffic. People traveled from across the country just to see if Tiger Woods could make a comeback. He rode through the city limits as he scoped out the busy scene behind the dark tinted windows. His mixed CD played loudly in his ears, as a smile crept across his face. He and Olivia’s favorite song started to play, causing his heart to drop.

  “Damn, I need to see her,” he thought. He pulled his car into the nearest shopping plaza, noticing a Japanese restaurant called Miyako, sitting off in the cut. The restaurant was located next to a package shop and on the end opposite end was a Kroger Grocery store.

  I’m gonna have to try their food out one day when I have time. He thought since he loved dining in on Japanese food. He parked in an empty parking space to gather his thoughts.

  “Shit, what’s stopping me from eating here now and having a drink until I meet up with my girl?” He said then stepped out of his car. He was fresh and clean, wearing a dark pair of Gucci Jeans, a Gucci jersey t-shirt, along with a pair of Gucci lace up, dark leather shoes. No matter what he wore, it had to be matching in brands or he wasn’t going to wear it. He sported an expensive pair of Gucci shades, blocking out the beaming sun as he made his way inside the restaurant. He immediately walked over to the bar and ordered his first drink.

  While sitting there, he pulled up his twitter account on his wide screen Galaxy S4 smart phone. He had to scroll Olivia’s newsfeed to see if she’d made a recent tweet. He smiled upon seeing her tweet something about thirty minutes prior. It read…

  Good day twitter world. I’m just hanging out with my staff members at the Official Beauty Shop today.

  Attached to her tweet was a photo and Zay wasted no time clicking on it to view it. Olivia was standing inside her hair salon with four jazzy females, each with their hair looking good, and all of them were nicely shaped as they rocked their cute attire.

  Zay felt giddy just watching this gorgeous woman that he was falling for. He was impressed by her ambition and hustle, not to mention her beauty. He turned up the Remy Martin that was in his glass as an upbeat, really pretty Japanese woman walked over to take his order.

  “Will you be dining in at one of our tables or will you be ordering your food to eat here?” She asked with a cute smile spread across her face.

  “Nah, I won’t be eating anything, but thanks,” he told her while leaving her a ten dollar tip, and then he got up to leave. He exited the restaurant and got back inside of his Bentley. The engine started smoothly. The car’s system immediately came on playing his and Olivia’s theme song.

  Cigars on ice… Cigars on ice… Beyonce sang. The song seemed to be sinking in his pores and into his soul.

  “Damn, why’d that song have to be playing our first time together?” He questioned himself. He hesitantly shook his head as he thought back at how Olivia sucked then fucked him senseless the first time they were together. And ironically, Drunk In Love was playing on repeat in the background the whole time. No wonder the song did something to him; it moved him in ways that had him not thinking straight. One of those ways moved him out into the busy traffic on Washington Road, trying to make his way to Olivia’s hair salon. As he drove, he could see women passing by honking their horns at his expensive ride. People were staring at his car like he was from another planet. He felt like a celebrity scrolling down Washington Road.

  No more than fifteen minutes later, he was pulling up in a different plaza, a more congested parking lot that was U-shaped. There were small businesses and restaurants inside the plaza on both sides of Olivia’s hair salon. Her upscale salon sat right in the middle. He crept pass the building slowly, looking at the reflection of his Bentley, but mainly trying to get a look inside the shop. Olivia’s car was parked on the curb in front of her shop. He knew her car and definitely knew that she was inside the building handling business. Just the thought of knowing that she was nearby, caused his heartbeat to speed up. He found an empty parking spot next to a Chrysler 300 with dark tinted windows. He swerved in beside it as his car faced the front of Olivia’s salon. He switched the engine off, and then stepped out of it.

  Zay didn’t have anything, but his phone and keys in his hand. As he crossed over the parking lot, he put his phone up to his ear, pretending to talk to someone. He knew that it was a desperate move, but he didn’t care. It was a secret between him and God. He nodded his head and moved his lips with a slight grin, playing his role to a T. Once he got to the door, he removed the phone
from his ear and stepped inside the beauty salon. A small digital beep sounded off alerting everyone that someone had entered the building.

  The first thing Zay spotted was a small receptionist desk directly to his right and a cute female was standing behind it with a short blond hair do, arched eyebrows and earth tone colored lipstick.

  “Good afternoon. My name is Patrice. How may I help you?” she asked with a pleasant expression on her face. Damn, I love when it’s Master’s week, she thought, admiring his sexy frame, handsome face, and nice expensive ride she’d peeped him get out of.

  “Hi Patrice, I need a line-up for my goatee and hair.” He responded with a light smile as he scanned the place, looking for his girl.

  Patrice looked him over, from head to toe. She peeped out his long dreads, and then said. “Do you also want your tips touched up on your dreads?”

  Zay smiled at her. “I think I’ll be alright on that.” He responded then glanced down at his Gucci watch. It was twenty minutes till two. He then looked back at the receptionist who was definitely checking out his good looks and smooth swag. “How long is the wait?” “Five minutes,” she answered, and then pointed in the direction behind him. “You can have a seat over there in the waiting area or you can stand here and talk to me.

  Zay smiled, but didn’t want to get caught up talking to another woman while he was there to see his boo. He didn’t respond, but he did shoot her a killer smile, and then he headed toward the waiting area.

  “Five minutes is not too long,” he said just above a whisper. He found himself watching Patrice as he sat down. She had a sexy stance, caramel complexion, and a donkey butt that fit perfectly with her small waist. Not to mention that she was really cute and had a luring smile.