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yeah!” I belted out. “I’ma ride for you no matter what!” I promised, my words coming out choppy from being rammed so hard. The words may have been choppy, but they were so sincere coming out of my mouth.
    “No matter what?” he repeated for assurance.
    “No matter what! I swear!” I yelled as he went crazy digging into me harder and harder. The next thing I knew, Warren was exploding inside of my pussy.
    “Agggh,” he panted. He even climaxed calmly. I almost collapsed onto the floor of the shower. He had made me fucking weak in the knees. Warren laughed at me again. He extended his hand to help me get up.
    “I done wore that pussy out, huh?” he joked.
    That was for damned sure. He had worn my pussy and my entire body out. I looked at him and slapped him on his ass playfully. “Don’t be so confident,” I told him. But he and I both knew he was right. I was done after those two nuts. Warren seemed like he still had all of his damn energy. I hated that. His dick was even still hard. One day I promised to fuck him until that dick couldn’t get hard anymore.
    “Get ya mind right, G-money. We gotta wash our asses and get out of here. We got some business to take care of... right, ride or die?” he told and asked all in one. I smiled at that man. I was all in by then.
    “Right,” I said with renewed spirit. I collected myself and we soaped each other’s bodies. When I touched his dick, I was tempted to fuck him again, but I knew we had something very important to do. We got out of the shower, dried off, and went back into the bedroom.
    For some reason, while I began picking out my outfit, the seriousness of our mission started settling in my mind. I guess it was the same for Warren. We got dressed in complete silence. It seemed like neither one of us wanted to be the first to speak about the task at hand. I know for me I was thinking about all kinds of negative shit that could happen. I kept my thoughts inside, though. Like he had told me earlier, I wasn’t trying to speak no negative shit into existence. That still didn’t change the fact that I was fucking thinking all kinds of crazy negative shit. At one point, I even had to shake my head to try to get those funky thoughts to go away. Regardless of how tentative I was feeling, I still got all pretty, like Warren had told me to do. We smiled at each other nervously as we passed one another to finish up. There was a lot of nervous tension in the room. I know for me, I had butterflies like a muthafucka, but I was hiding it. Warren and I put on our clothes—him a pair of dark blue True Religion jeans, a Hundreds T-shirt, and his beige Louboutin sneakers. I put on a Bebe maxi dress that was simple but close fitting so it hugged my shape. I topped it all off with some BCBG espadrilles and an Yves Saint Laurent clutch. Warren and I put on our matching his and hers oyster shell Gucci shades and headed out of his house hand in hand. Although I was nervous like hell, I still felt like the luckiest girl in the world that day. Just being with the one you love had a way of making you feel like that. Too bad I was none the wiser that the luck would run out quicker than I thought.
    “You the baddest bitch in DC when you get dressed,” Warren complimented. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I had to admit, I wasn’t so damn shabby. I cleaned up nicely. My long, flowing, dark auburn hair was always perfectly coiffed. My caramel skin was blemish free, and I always received compliments on my chestnut brown, almond eyes. I knew I was an exotic beauty and so did Warren.
    “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I joked. He wasn’t that cute in the face, but he was damn sure a clean-ass nigga when it came to putting his wears together. Warren and I had a laugh as we climbed into his champagne-colored Suburban. The truck was just one of his many new toys. I was nervous, but I masked it behind my shades. We drove for a few minutes in silence.
    Before I knew it,