The Ex Factor: A Novel Read Online Free PDF

Monica said calmly.
    “Just for that…I'ma punish you.” Sharief laughed, trying notto focus on the nut he felt creeping up. He took his dick out, slid his right hand in between her ass, and collected her juices all over his fingers. He stuck two of them into her asshole. “Sharief,” she moaned, “don't play.”
    “Nah, don't punk out now. You were brazen when you were talkin' that bullshit.
Oh, I'm waitin' for you to fuck me.
Remember that shit?
If it ain't rough it ain't right.
” He bent his head down underneath her ass and ran his tongue from the tip of her clit to her tailbone. Monica's heartbeat thumped its way down her spine. Her mind felt as if it had taken flight into the Twilight Zone.
    Sharief got off the bed and stood on the floor. He pulled Monica to the edge of the bed, her ass greeting his shaft. He grabbed her by the waist, hunched her behind in the air, and moved his dick in between the slit. Her arms were tucked under her breasts as her head lay flat and turned to the side.
    “Sharief, it's gon' hurt?” Monica sighed. He could feel her tensing up as he spread her ass cheeks.
    “No, it's not.” He ran his tongue in between her butt cheeks, tickling her asshole. “You trust me?”
    “Yes.” “Well then, relax. I would never hurt you, Monica. I know what I'm doing.” Sharief took Monica's juices and lubricated her asshole as he slowly worked his way in. The muscles in her ass contracted around the head of his dick. Sharief was sure when he started to cum he would be nuttin' for days. Getting into the mix of pounding into her sweet ass, he started slapping both sides, with one hand and then the other, trying his best not to call her name.
    “How did you lose your teeth, Red?” came out of nowhere. Monica, who'd just swallowed a spiked fist in her throat from nine inches of a thick black dick taking refuge in her virgin asshole, was scared shitless. She never expected to hear her mother's voice while fucking her sister's husband. “Take it out, Sharief.”
    Instead of taking it out, he stroked.
    “No, I'm serious,” she said, agitated. “Didn't you just hear my mother's voice?”
    “No, I didn't. So … can we get back,” he massaged her ass cheek, “to handling this situation?”
    “Awl Red.” Starr's voice came across the air again. “You got a rip in the seat of yo' catsuit. And that thing was bad too.”
    “I heard that,” Sharief said, looking around. “And my dick just went soft.” He slid it out.
    Monica turned her head from side to side and spotted her cell phone vibrating with the red light from the walkie-talkie beeping. “It's my phone,” she laughed. “My mother is always hitting the walkie-talkie by accident.”
    “Well, you need to start cutting that off, baby.” Sharief nervously grinned. “That shit has caused Tarzan to stop swinging. Look at this.” He pointed to his dick. “My man done passed out.”
    Monica laughed. “Sharief, go take a shower.” As he left, she grabbed her Nextel off the nightstand and hit the walkie-talkie button. “Excuse me, Ike and Tina.”
    “Ike?” Starr snapped. “Ain't no Ike over here, fuck around and get this niggah burned up. They be callin' his high-yellow ass Krispy Kreme. Humph, if you don't know, you better ask about me.”
    Monica rolled her eyes. “Ma, what's the problem? You're hitting the walkie by mistake again.”
    “Oh, I'm sorry, boo. I was trying to see if we could call 1-800-DENTURE and see about gettin' Red some more teeth, 'cause the ones he had he coughed out.”
    “What?” “Yeah, girl, and them dentures was designer too. They was the gold-plated Flavor Flav teeth, equipped with an overbite. Red and Jimmy were special guest stars at a Where Are They Now concert, at the Roseland Ballroom. We had a good ole time except Red kept getting blindsided by the disco ball. Chile, my man know he a throwback.”
    “Ma, get to the point, how did Red lose his teeth?”
    “Oh, he was doing a rendition of