I let out a giggle through my moan. “I thought you had to work…”
“Yeah, I’ma work this pussy…” With that, he rolled us over so that he was on top, taking my legs and putting them on his should. He kissed my ankles and since I was a woman that liked every inch of her body licked and sucked, I eased my toes into his mouth.
Vice had licked me from the front to the back, from top to bottom last night, so me putting my toes in his mouth was right up his alley.
Oh,and a bitch had sucked his dick, too… Sucked it so good that I had his toes curled.
Once we were done and we both had exploded, I said, “Yeah, I’m ‘bout to hope in too.”
We showered together and even had another quickie, with him fucking me from the back… I could definitely get used to this.
By the time I finished getting dressed, the smell of food had already reached the bedroom where my clothes were.
I followed the smell into the kitchen.
He stood near the counter wearing gray sweats and no shirt, unpacking food from several containers. I paused before he noticed me, letting my eyes move over his back.
“Staring again?”
I rolled my eyes and walked further into the kitchen. Ignoring his question, I asked, “You ordered all this?”
“You was hungry.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“You always hungry after work.”
“But I’m not coming from work.”
“You still hungry.”
Unfortunately, he was right. I sat on one of the stools while he fixed two plates. “Do you cook?” I asked him.
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes meaning never?”
“Nah, sometimes meaning when I feel like it.”
Vice slid a plate in front of me before sitting on the stool beside mine. He started eating just as his phone started ringing on the counter. He looked at the screen and answered.
“What you got?”
I knew it had to be Mace from the way his expression changed. The ease from a few seconds earlier disappeared, and Vice straightened slightly as he listened.
“You sure?” he asked. A pause followed before his jaw tightened. “Send me the address. Don’t go by yourself.”
Vice looked toward me while Mace said something else.
“Nah. I’m coming…”
He ended the call and set the phone down.
“What happened?” I asked.
He stared at the screen for a second before turning toward me. “Mace found somebody Sam was looking for before he died.”
“Who?”