Sy'Nai

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His piece was heavy in my hand. Glistening. I pointed the barrel of the chrome .45 caliber hole maker, hit the poster 3 times and didn't flinch.
"Damn baby!" My 6'2 muscled date hollered as he holsters the piece, all the while eyeing me suspiciously. "Where did you learn how to shoot like that?"
I smile at Jimarion. I had met him at a club a few weeks ago. I usually don't do the thuggish kind.  Not that I don't find this tattooed, jean wearing, gold chain hanging mammoth of a man sexy as hell, thugs are only good for one thing:sex. I could tell by the way he sat still while surrounded in a secluded section of the popular pla e that he had power. He didn't have to move, didn't have to speak, for things to move around him and for people to speak about him.
That's why I made an exception, when his sidekick approached me for my information.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I tease turning to walk away.
"Come here." He growled playfully, hooking me around the waist with his arm.
My ass bounced against his pelvis, as he sucked a piece of my neck. His hand traveled the length of my thigh then circled up to rub my middle.
I turn around quickly. "That's not how I get down." I tell him with a smile.
"You got me up Syn, so just tell me what I got to do." He whispered in my ear.
We walk out of the gun range together, his arm around my waist.
Jimarion was holding onto me like his first quarter and he was ready to spend.

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