Baby Daddy Magic (a novel excerpt)
Contrary to first glance perceptions, Thug Nation isn’t all gore and gangsta shit galore. This book has a softer side, with delightful splashes of erotica here and there. Dig it …
Silence filled the room again as the former lovers reflected on their convoluted past and what was to come. There were so many positive aspects to getting back together. Now at a wise five years old, Kayel would be absolutely thrilled to live with her mommy and daddy. To simply have them both in her life was a boon of immeasurable proportions. But the truth was ugly and unpredictable when it concerned Gerald. Neither of them could truly tell which direction his life was headed beyond the parole office.
Terri closed her eyes in comfort as Gerald lovingly stroked her hair. She missed that touch so much. Had been craving it for over three years. Her grip tightened around his waist as she became excited by his mere presence. Hit with a sudden curiosity, she ran a wandering hand over his thigh and inched her way to Gerald’s crotch.
“You hard,” Terri said in wonder. She decided to entice him by slowly caressing the erect area through the fabric of his khaki pants.
Gerald giggled devilishly. He could no longer bottle the desire that burned so intensely. The plain scent of Irish soap smelled like an exotic fragrance on her body. It had been so long since he inhaled the sweet scent of a woman and Terri always gave off the most alluring of aromas. Figuring it was time for some action, Gerald unzipped his pants and allowed a hard penis to flop from his boxers.
“What you think you doin’ boy?” Terri played coy, a huge smile on her face.
“What you thank?”
“Oh, you think you gettin’ some?”
“I don’t see why not.”
Both Gerald and Terri were cheesing like toddlers in a playhouse. On the contrary, they were two young adults who desperately wanted it, bursting with enough crave to savagely rip the garments from one another’s flesh. But per usual, they had to play it cool. Take a few harmless shots at each other while prolonging the inevitable. Their spin on the age old game of cat and mouse.
“Don’t act all brand new on me,” Gerald said. “Like you wasn’t talkin’ all freaky to a nigga on the phone.”
Terri giggled, making no attempts to hide her guilt. She looked forward to their quarterly phone calls and loved getting Gerald riled up through the wire. But that shit grew stale quickly — for both of them. No man had ever loved her like Gerald. His intimate touch had been equaled by no other to the date. While he couldn’t exactly say the same, Terri possessed the comeback snatch that always left him craving seconds, thirds, and more.
“See, I was just looking out for you,” Terri teased. “I mean you the one locked up with a bunch of hard legs.”
“Yeah okay.” Gerald licked his lips as he devoured Terri with his gaze.
“Yop.” Terri got up and seductively strolled towards the hall. She let the robe slip from her shoulders and onto the floor, putting her curvy nude frame on display. Hearing his deep, enchanting voice over the phone simply wasn’t enough. She needed him live, hard and in the flesh. And right now she had Gerald exactly where she’d been craving him for seemingly an eternity.
“God damn.” Gerald spoke softly to himself. His mouth went from watering to dropping while gazing upon Terri’s magnificently sculpted rear end. She always had DAT ASS and today it looked even more delectable than he remembered. He desperately wanted to throw Terri on the floor and ravage her body from head to toe. But what was a little more patience? Gerald continued the game of chase and followed her jiggling ass into the bedroom …
Contel Bradford is a mystical and complex individual. You can attempt to unravel some of the mystery by visiting his author site at countkrewpublications.com.
