All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (43 page)

"Yeah,
you
got
a
point
there.
 
But,
he's
going
to
be
pissed
though
Zoey
when
he
finds
out
it's
you."

"Maybe,
maybe
not.
 
By
the
time
he
finds
out
who
I
am,
we
will
be
finished
doing
the
do.
 
And
my
shit
is
a
weapon
of
total
mass
destruction,
so
I
know
he'll
want
to
do
it
again
and
again."

"Well,
I
hope
Queen
doesn't
find
out
because
she's
going
to
fuck
you
up.
 
You
know
she
don't
like
you
anyway."

"Fuck
her!
 
I
don't
like
her
arrogant
ass
either.
 
If
she
can't
control
her
man
then
she
don't
really
need
him.
 
I
can't
help
it
if
my
shit's
better
than
hers."

"So
when
and
where
is
this
going
down.
 
Cause
I've
got
to
see
this."

"Uh,
no
you
don't.
 
You
think
I
want
you
to
see
us
fucking.
 
You're
nasty
as
hell."

"I
wasn't
going
to
watch
and
shit."

"I
know,
because
I
wasn't
going
to
tell
you.
 
The
less
you
know
the
better.
 
Don't
think
Queen
won't
tax
your
ass
too
if
she
finds
out
that
you
were
involved."

"Fuck
that!
 
Bennett
ain't
in
it
and
Small
ain't
involved
at
all.
 
I
heard
that
she's
a
kick
boxer
or
some
shit.
 
They
say
she
can
knock
out
big
ass
grown
men.
 
I
need
my
damn
teeth.
 
I
don't
have
a
rich
daddy
to
buy
me
some
more."
 
Destiny
joked.

"You
got
jokes
and
shit,
don
’
t
you.
 
I'm
not
thinking
about
Queen.
 
Whatever
happens,
happens.
 
And
I'm
just
going
to
happen
to
fuck
the
hell
out
of
Paul
Crown."

Zoey
went
home
early
to
prepare
for
her
rendez
vous
with
Paul.
 
She
changed
from
jeans
to
a
slinky,
sexy
dress
that
allowed
easy
access
and
a
quick
and
dirty
entry.
 
She
also
showered
away
the
scent
of
any
perfume
that
would
give
her
away
and
alert
Paul
that
she
was
not
Queen.
 

Although
she
had
fantasized
about
this
day
many
times
she
couldn't
stop
the
butterflies
that
wildly
fluttered
in
her
stomach
as
she
drove
back
to
campus.
 
She
pulled
in
the
lot
and
parked
a
few
spaces
away
from
Paul's
truck.
 
Nervous,
she
remained
in
her
car
just
watching
the
truck
for
activity
for
another
fifteen
minutes
before
she
got
up
the
nerve
to
get
out.
 

"This
is
crazy."
 
She
thought
to
herself.
 
"He's
going
to
wake
up
just
as
soon
as
I
click
the
alarm
off."
 

So,
Zoey
wisely
decided
to
click
the
alarm
button
while
still
in
her
car
to
see
if
there
was
any
activity
in
the
truck.
 
To
her
surprise
nothing
happened.
 
Convinced
that
he
probably
wasn't
even
in
the
vehicle
she
slowly
approached
the
truck
and
cautiously
peeped
in.
 
She
was
startled
to
discover
that
Paul
was
sound
asleep
in
the
back
seat
as
usual.

"Zoey,
it's
now
or
never.
 
There
is
a
reason
that
you're
here
and
he's
here.
 
This
was
meant
to
be.
 
So
move
your
chicken
shit
ass
and
get
in
the
damn
truck."
 
She
scolded.

Carefully
she
opened
the
rear
driver's
side
back
door.
 
Paul
did
not
stir
a
muscle.
 
She
gently
tied
Queen's
scarf
around
his
eyes
just
as
he
began
to
stir.

"What
the
fuck?"
 
He
said
as
he
realized
what
was
going
on.

The
scent
of
Queen's
perfume
on
her
scarf
instantly
brought
a
broad
grin
over
his
handsome
face.
 
"Queen,
is
that
you,
with
your
kinky
ass
self?"

Zoey,
placed
one
finger
over
his
mouth
as
to
say,
"Hush,
be
quite."
  

Paul
asked
no
more
questions
as
Zoey
climbed
in
the
truck
and
shut
the
door.
 
He
was
convinced
that
it
was
Queen.
  “
Oh
this
is
going
to
be
good.
”

Zoey
instantly
unbuckled
his
jeans
and
fished
his
junk
out
of
his
trunks.
 
Without
hesitation
she
popped
his
dick
in
her
mouth
and
sucked
it
deep
into
her
throat.
 
Surprised,
Paul
moaned
and
groaned
as
she
continued
to
deep
throat
his
penis
with
absolutely
no
gag.

"What
the
fuck?
 
Do
that
shit
girl."
 
He
encouraged.

Zoey
said
not
a
word
as
she
continued
to
lick
the
stalk,
suck
the
balls
and
deep
throat
Paul's
manhood
like
a
professional
hoe.

"Queen,
slow
up
you're
going
to
make
me
come
too
quick,"
 
He
confessed
as
he
reached
for
Zoey's
ass.

Zoey
quickly
grabbed
his
hands
before
he
could
touch
her
and
pinned
them
to
his
side.
 
Paul
got
the
message
that
he
was
suppose
to
be
submissive
and
not
touch
her.
 
She
continued
to
slowly
and
gently
stroke
him
as
she
placed
a
condom
on
his
penis.
 
She
took
a
big
risk
assuming
that
they
used
condoms,
but
knowing
Queen
it
was
a
given.
 
Paul
did
not
protest
so
the
gamble
paid
off.

“
Ah
fuck
this
shit
feels
good.
 
I
’
m
about
to
fucking
explode!
 
Queen,
I
love
you.
 
I
swear
to
God
I
do.
 
You're
the
best
woman
I've
ever..."

Zoey
hushes
him
again
with
her
finger
as
she
straddles
him
and
guides
him
in.
 
she
instantly
goes
to
work,
riding
Paul
like
he
was
a
stallion
in
the
Kentucky
Derby.
 
She
had
waited
a
very
long
time
for
this
and
she
was
determined
to
enjoy
every
millisecond
of
it.

Holding
her
hand
over
her
mouth
and
tightly
pinching
her
lips
together,
to
prevent
the
sounds
of
her
moans
from
escaping,
Zoey
enjoyed
the
fruits
of
her
hard
work.
 
She
knew
in
order
to
keep
up
the
illusion
of
being
Queen
she
had
to
remain
quiet
and
prevent
him
from
grabbing
her.
 
So
she
grabbed
his
wrist
tight
and
bounced
on
his
pole
like
it
was
the
last
hard
dick
on
the
planet.
 
Aroused,
Paul
matched
her
stroke
by
stroke
and
in
a
matter
of
minutes
they
both
were
quickly
reaching
an
orgasmic
explosion.