Project Title: Mr. Wrong After All
Release Date: 6/16/2015
Genre: Women Fiction
Nikki’s painful past and Ahmad’s irresponsible behavior has led them down a road that takes many tragic turns. On the outside looking in, they seem to have it all together. Happiness, innocence, love, and a connection many envy. But just beneath the surface are deep rooted secrets that lead to adultery, lies, deception, and murder.
Nikki’s past is exposed and it takes a toll on her relationship with Ahmad who seems to have fallen into the evil plans of Shannon, Nikki’s sister. They fight for their love, but will they win against a game of lies and lust?
Meet Hazel Mills
African American Literary Award nominated author, Hazel Mills, knew that she wanted to be a writer from the moment she penned the first words of a poem titled “A Tree” when she was in the third grade. Even though she majored in business at the University of Alabama and Spring Hill College, writing continued to be her first love.
Hazel’s short erotic fiction has been published in Playgirl Magazine’s Erotic Encounters (January 2007 issue) and in Best Lesbian Love Stories: New York City, edited by Simone Thorne (November 2006, Alyson Books). She is also one of the contributing authors to the award-winning anthology, Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy, edited by Shani Greene-Dowdell. Hazel’s debut collection of critically acclaimed erotic short
stories, Bare Necessities: Sensuous Tales of Passion (April 2008, Xpress Yourself Publishing) was awarded the honor of “Best Erotica” given by African Americans On The Move book club at their 2009 national conference. Hazel’s novel, Journey to Surrender, was released in September 2009 by Xpress Yourself Publishing. She is a
contributing author to Sugar and Spice: Anthology for the Grown and Sexy (Blue Planet Publishing, 2009) and Savor: The Longest Night, (Nayberry Publishing, 2013).
Ms. Mills was included in the inaugural edition of Who’s Who in Black Birmingham in 2009 and in the second edition of Who’s Who in Black Alabama in 2014. Hazel, her husband and three sons live in the historic Birmingham area.
When I pulled up to her dorm, Shannon was sitting outside on a bench thumbing through the pages of her chemistry book. At first glance, she appeared pure and innocent. Her hair was pulled back with a bow in a Whitley Gilbert-esque style and she wasn’t dressed provocatively. She was wearing what most girls on college campuses wore- sweatshirt and jeans. But I knew the real Shannon. The Shannon that was as much of a freaky bitch as I had ever seen.
I wondered what her parents were like. She probably came from a home where her mother had a bunch of different men in and out of the house all the time and Shannon didn’t have a clue who her father was. He was most likely a drug-dealing pimp.
When we arrived back at my apartment, Ty and Frankie were loud talking and cussing each other out as they battled at Super Mario Bros. The two of them were so caught up in the game that they didn’t see us walk past.
“I’ve been thinking about you, Ahmad. It’s been a minute since you’ve called me,” Shannon said, as she removed her HU sweatshirt.
“Yeah, I’ve been busy, you know.”
“Too busy for me?”
I didn’t answer her question. I knew she really didn’t want to know the truth. There are so many freaks in and around here and I had my pick of any one of them.
“Come here,” Shannon demanded.
She sat booty butt-naked and spread eagle on my bed. She grabbed my belt and began to remove my jeans. My rock hard dick poked her in the forehead as she slid my pants down. The warm sensation of her mouth felt good as she sucked on my shit like a baby sucking on a nipple. I pushed the back of her head down, signaling that I wanted her to take it all in. Shannon was one of the few girls that didn’t gag when my dick hit the back of her throat.
“You gonna let me hit that pussy?” I asked, breathlessly.
“You know it,” Shannon answered, slowly taking her mouth away from the mic and lying back on the bed. She pulled the lips of her pussy back with one hand and stroked her swollen clit with the other.
I reached over, grabbed a horse from my nightstand, and slid it on before diving into Shannon’s slippery snatch.
“You know that I can’t enough of your dick, Ahmad,” Shannon moaned.
I showed her pussy no mercy, beating it like a drum. She always liked it rough and raw. I closed my eyes and saw Nikki’s face.
I wish I were making love to Nikki. Her naked body would feel so good close to mine. I would take my time with that sweet ass. Nikki. Sss…Nikki.
It wasn’t long before I exploded and filled the condom with my juice.
As usual, after I came, the party was over. I threw the rubber in the trash, got dressed, and left the room. Shannon was not the kind of girl that I wanted to cuddle with after I fucked her.
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