He wasn't gonna fuck her. He wasn't going to fuck her.

That's what he kept saying to himself, as he showered, shaved, made sure everything was fresh and clean, and dressed in one of the outfits she bought him, just to get some barbecue he could have ordered for himself.

He wasn't going to fuck her. He wasn't going to fuck her.

That's what he kept telling himself as he drove from his downtown apartment way out to west cacka-lacka county to see her ass. She bet not be looking good. She better have on an old t-shirt and dirty sweats. Knowing Angel, she didn't own anything like that, so whatever she had on would be sexy and give him an instant erection.

Nope. She was not going to get a rise out of him. They could talk. They would eat. He would leave. That's it, that's all she wrote.

Maybe one kiss.

Damn! He wasn't going to make it. He figured that out soon as she opened the door and she was wearing a little white, one-sleeved dress that fit every damn curve. Her long, brown legs were all shimmery. Even barefoot she was a stallion at five feet ten. Tall women with long legs were his weakness.

"Hey girl," he said, not knowing what else to say. Should he hug her, a kiss? What's the protocol with that? They were broken up, just hanging out right now.

"I timed it perfect. I just nuked the food a bit, so it's nice and hot, come on I'm starving." She headed to the kitchen.

He made sure as he pulled up to her place there was no one lurking, no car with a person watching her place, and no one hiding in the shrubs. He locked her door, looked at her new security system.

"How's this working for you?"

She walked back into the room with a rib bone hanging half out her mouth as she chewed on it.

"What?" She stopped eating to look. "Oh, that. I guess it's fine. Like I said, I've only been back a few hours. I've been cleaning like crazy since I been here, throwing out food, doing laundry-"

"And that's what you been wearing all day?" he said, looking her over.

She smiled. "You like my dress?"

"It's cool but uh, I wouldn't eat barbecue in a white dress, but you do you," he said, following her in the kitchen.

Angel had enough food on the counter it looked like there was a party of five there.

"Why you order all this food?"

"Leftovers! I don't have to cook all week."

"Good...I mean, yeah, that was smart."

She elbowed him in the ribs. "You're going to stop talking about my cooking?"

"You're going to stop calling whatever you do in the kitchen cooking."

He grabbed a plate from the cabinet and started making a plate full of ribs, brisket, and hush puppies. Angel watched him. He turned to her and grinned.

"What?"

"Sooo...you just wore that outfit to eat and run...not cuz you look damn sexy in it."

He licked his lips, smiled, and just shook his head at her. They were fucking tonight for sure.

They made their plates of food and then went downstairs so they could watch Food Network while they ate and talked about more food. She poured him some of his favorite wine and they didn't say much besides licking their fingers and grunts of food enjoyment.

Once they ate two plates of food each, that i-tis hit in like a mutha. She was good because even though she ate two plates, both of them combined didn't touch his one.

"Thanks for coming over Hook. You know you didn't have to...but thanks." She put everything away and thoroughly cleaned the kitchen.

"I don't know how I feel about you being alone in this house."

She moved closer to him.

"Are you staying the night with me?"

"Don't use the fact that I still care about you, and you have a crazy ex stalking you, so I can forget you just ghosted my ass."

"I did not!"

"Whatever Angel." He turned to walk away from her.

"Okay, wait Hook!" She grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry. I-I guess I would understand if you hate me, just up and leaving like I did. You've been nothing but great to me. Even when we fuss and fight, it's sexy, and I miss that. I want to try...I want to try and make this work."

"What is this, that you want to work?"

"Us."

"Us what? Fuck buddies? Booty call. Hit it and quit it?"

"What? No! We're more than that." She moved in and tried to kiss him but he moved away.

"I'm not playing this game with you, Angel."

"I'm not playing a game. I'm telling you I want the whole thing. The relationship. And everything that goes with it. The ups and downs, the good, the bad, the ugly."

"My kids."

"I mean...you gotta admit they are a handful. And I told you I didn't care for kids."

The funny thing was, she was good with them. She could talk down Symone and put Ravyn in check. He wasn't asking for her to step in and be their mother, that would never be the case.

"We still don't have a thing in common. I ain't ever gonna be on ole boy's level."

"His level of crazy? I would hope not!"

He chuckled at her.

"Angel, I don't know. I mean, damn, why you gotta be looking that fine making a brotha weak and shit."

She took that as her chance to move close and put her arms around him.

"I miss you."

"I miss yo crazy ass too," he said, kissing her.

He was a fool. He would chalk it up to that. Angel had her claws in him and he was sprung to the tenth power. He could go out and get any other chick he wanted...but he wanted her.

"You gonna help me figure out how to take this dress off?" He kissed on her bare shoulder, but for the life of him, how was he supposed to take that damn dress off if there was no zipper in the back.

She was already pulling his shirt over his head.

"I can't wait to have you inside of me," she said, as she moved on to undoing his pants.

"Why is this the only time we agree on something. When we fucking?"

"Because we do it so well together," she said, her warms hands taking his hard dick in her hands, as he still fumbled with her dress. "Just pull the damn thing off me!

That worked for him. Once the dress was off, he smiled looking over her body. She wore no bra, was no need when she barely had full B-cup breasts. She had that ass though, on full display with nothing but a black thong on.  He cupped her ass in his hands, holding her to him.

"How bad you want this dick?"

"I dream about your dick at night," she said in his ear, biting the lobe.  "I think about being bent over and you fucking me till I pass out. Then I want to climb on top and ride you till you scream out my name."

"You gone suck this dick first."

"Ok daddy," she said, going down on her knees, but he stopped and pulled her up.

"Naw baby, I want to enjoy you at the same time."

He didn't even bother going into the bedroom, he pulled her up on the marble countertop island and laid back. She climbed over him, putting her pussy right on his lips and he dove right in. She was busy licking him up and down and getting his dick super wet. He lapped up her juices that flowed out of her, his tongue not fast enough to catch all that dripped down. His lips were covered with her cream like he ate a Krispy Kreme with extra glaze.

He did not eat out every woman, but he was so glad Angel was one that deserved it. She kept it fresh and clean and bare. He kissed her pussy lips like they were lips. Why did she have to taste so damn good? She tasted so good he never wanted to stop eating her. She tasted so good he didn't get to even enjoy her deep throating him. That shit felt good too, but eating her was better than any gourmet meal he'd prepared.

He could easily be lost in her for hours, but this was just the appetizer, he needed the main course.

"We can't lay up here all night, where are we taking this?" He squeezed her ass to let her know the sixty-nining was done.

She slid him out of her mouth and let out a groan.

"Come on girl, get up," he said, helping her up. "We going all night, I hope you ready for that girl."

A/N: I think Hook gave in too easy, but as he said, he's whipped. Let's hope Angel does better this time.

XOXO
Kimberly