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10 -part three-

halfway love
part three
brown sugar

the fangs of my teeth pierced into the flesh of my bottom lip as lana went up to take another shot. i lost two games that left me down to my pants after i removed my shirt and undershirt. lana lost one game so she wasn't wearing her shorts anymore. it was a smart move seeing as though the shirt tucked into her shorts was exceptionally longer than i would've thought. it cascaded right below her ass cheeks but at certain moments when she would lean over i would get a nice view of her, so it wasn't a complete loss.

lana fooled my ass.

during that first game her pitiful shots weren't because of a lack of skill, but a lack of effort. the girl could make a comfortable living being a pool shark as her career. she's that good.

her stick pulled back and knocked against the que ball at such a precise angle that she managed to get balls to ricochet against each other and knock the final three of her solid balls into the net. i still had four on the table. before she could go for the 8 ball i leaned my stick against the table and fumbled with my belt to get my jeans off.

i watched her giggle and effortlessly hit her remaining target. she's won for the third time in a row.

"you're a trickster!" i shouted out as aretha franklin belted her feelings out to the closed space. lana smiled and whispered along to the lyrics, not acknowledging me.

"i'm giving him something he can feel, to let him know my love is real." she sung the song.

"don't worry, i won't tell anybody you got your butt kicked by a girl." she mocked me as she got her stick ready for another round.

"i would've denied it anyways." i strolled over to the vinyl player and switched out the record to one of my all time favorite songs.

let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe i shouldn't,
i met her in philly and her name was brown sugar.
see, we be making love constantly,
that's why my eyes are a shade blood burgundy.

lana's body began swaying to the music as soon as the melody flowed out of the speaker. i took a minute to myself to watch as her honey hips swayed side to side in a seductive manner. she was giving me subtle peeks of the smooth skin of her ample bottom. she knew what she was doing to me and i knew inside she found amusement in it. her hands were moving in motions that made it look like she was directing her hips with her hands. i found myself making small strides to her as she wasn't facing me. when i was only a few inches from being connected to her body i knew she felt my presence as her lips smirked while she hummed to the music and her soft slender fingers found mine and led a path to the curve of her waist. my fingers gripped the her body and pulled her lower half against mine.

i guided her as she rolled her body into mine. there was major friction between my boxers and the thin fabric of her panties. she knew that with every swirl of her body she was doing something to me. my hands left from her hips and trailed all around the smooth skin of her stomach, letting my fingers lightly brush against the curve of her breasts. her bottom pushed harder on my lil man when i came in contact with her breasts.

her body pivoted to face me. the look in her eyes was enough for me to cup the back of her neck and dip my head down to bring our lips together. her lips tasted of the sweet tropical orange starbursts she was just eating. ah shit, doritos were a bad move. i hope that one starburst she gave me got rid of the taste enough. surprisingly, i felt her suck my lower lip into her mouth before her tongue invaded my mouth. usually girls don't take control. she made me want her even more. my hands slid down from the small of her back and cupped her plump bottom. my fingers gripped tightly onto her as i lifted her body on top of the pool table.