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Antoine's Double Trouble

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During the day Antoine Rucker rules his company’s IT department. At night he roams the streets of Atlanta selling his body. Can he keep the two lives apart?

Please enjoy this excerpt.

    His mouth opened and shut a couple of times as if his words were disappearing into the air. I had a show-him-to-the-door speech ready just in case any static came from those lips. I wanted to share this moment with Trey. If he accepted this side of me maybe I would give all of myself to him—my real name, invite him to share our lives at Park224 (or maybe his place since he lives close to Buckhead himself), and one day put his photo amongst the trophies and knickknacks on my desk at Equitable.
    “Damn, nigga!” Then softly over and over, “Damn, nigga. Damn nigga, damn nigga…” He slid off the bed and walked to where I stood by the bathroom door. His lips met mine. Our tongues probed deep as his arms wrapped around my shoulders. His hands moved down my back and played at the base of my spine. My back arched, and my dick strained against the panties. Trey knew the spot to work that made me part my legs. I wrapped one leg around him. I took my foot and pulled his boxers down and gripped his ass. “Damn nigga,” he whispered and nibbled my ear. He squeezed me as if he was trying to pull me into him. His breath smelled of stale alcohol, but I didn’t care. He pressed the roses on my ass. I had both legs wrapped around his waist. My feet pushed his boxers to his ankles. He stumbled, and we fell onto my bed. Trey leaned over me and kissed my nipples. I cradled his head. His glass eye sparkled as if lit by lust.
    “Harder,” I whispered. He alternated between playful bites and hard sucking. He eased down my body. His wet tongue circled my belly button, and his goatee tickled as he circled my abdomen. I giggled like a schoolgirl as Trey turned me over and gave my ass a hard slap. “My nigga, my nigga,” he whispered as he kissed the back of my neck. I felt his soft goatee and lips slip down my back to my spot. There he lingered, kissing and teasing. Then I felt him gripping the panties with his teeth. Before I knew it, I heard them rip and felt his hot breath on my bare ass. He playfully bit each ass cheek. I was a little perturbed about my torn hundred dollar panties, but then I felt Trey’s tongue circling around my cakes. His tongue slipped in and out as if testing the waters. But I was clean and fresh. Trey’s rough tongue returned and probed deeper. I raised my ass and bowed my back. He parted my ass cheeks like an orange and dove in tongue first. He drilled deep, and I felt it invading the inner walls. My ass quivered, and his name rolled off my tongue as I moaned softly. He came up for air, grabbed my dick, and sucked the head, before returning to my puckering hole. He stopped for a moment, and I felt him reach over me and grab something off the table next to the bed. I heard him rip open the condom and in a moment, warm KY lube splashed into my hole.
Trey liked to tease me with a volley of kisses and tiny bites on my cheeks, along with hard slaps, before he surprised me with his dick. Before I could yelp, it was inside doing its job. Still it took me a few seconds to catch my breath and for my eyes to focus. By the time the pain eased, Trey was pumping hard. When he got tired, he’d stop for a moment and sing softly in my ear. His dick stayed inside me until he was ready to go again. This lasted until spasms took over our bodies and we both came in a sweet sticky mess.
    We lay quietly smoking cigarettes, blowing smoke rings, and watching them float toward the ceiling intermingling before disappearing. One leg of the panties was wrapped around my foot. I lifted my leg, and it dangled from my toes.
    “You owe me a hundred dollars for some panties, nigga.”
    “I’ll write you a check.”
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  • About
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    • Antoines Double Trouble
    • When Dogs Bark
    • Into The Water
    • Astroworld
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    • Buck Wile
    • Betty's House
    • Bedroom Tales
    • Blue Train
    • Christmas In Linken Park
    • Roommates
    • Power Plant
    • Smoke Detector
    • Serial Killers
    • Black Queen
    • Poetry Page >
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      • 3AM
      • The Last Supper
      • Americana
      • Odd Voices
      • How I Got Over
      • No Satisfaction
    • Book Excerpts
    • Smashwords
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      • Holey Sweets
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    • AC Adams >
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