DANCE WITH FIRE EPISODE 6 I pulled her to myself. I planted another kiss on her firm lips. They tasted of milk, perhaps she had tea for dinner. There was no need to bother her with what had happened. It was all in the past. I tore open her nightshirt, the rustle of the material giving way made me hard. She gasped. I wasn't bothered, I could afford ten of it. She wasn't wearing a bra. I pushed her to the kitchen door as I grabbed her swollen mounds. It was what I loved about Ifeoma; she had the body of goddess. Every part of her was rightly proportioned. She tore open my shirt and pinched my nipples. She knew me well. It worked like magic; an instant erection. She put her hands around my neck as I opened my trouser. Then I placed my hands beneath her bare buttocks and lifted her up. My baby wrapped her feet around my waist. I gave a savage thrust and that elicited another gasp, a sign of unbelievable pleasure. Tbc. Click to read complete episodes.


I got home at exactly 10:15pm and for the first time in many months, I felt alive. Innocent always said money gave you a certain level confidence. I now believed. The contents of my bacco bag gave me a new sense of purpose in life. I could do anything, become anyone, go anywhere and still be original. Money inspired greatness. I knocked on my door. My knock wasn't rushed, I had all the time. There was no need to anymore, for I was rich. I knocked a little more. Seemed like Ifeoma had slept. I tried my key, and the door opened. I quickly scanned the room and saw no sign of ifeoma. I went to my closet and dropped the bacco bag into a travel bag that contained books. It was the only bag that ifeoma had no concern with, so I was sure my money would be undiscovered there.

I stood at the entrance of my room and called ifeoma. Her phone was ringing in the opposite direction. Dafe's apartment. I was full of rage. This was some part of his ploy to steal my girlfriend. I banged profusely on his door. He opened it and I walked in. I saw Amaka and ifeoma seated on the floor, admiring the contents of the Amaka's valentine box. Dafe probably couldn't wait to show off. He was supposed to give Amaka the box the next day. That would have been the prequel to their love making.
'Hey, Sam is here', Amaka declared.
No greetings, no respect for my name, just Sam.
Ifeoma got up, she was visibly upset. Dafe's plan had worked. But he was in for a shocker.
'Sam, where you go since na?' Dafe inquired
'Omo ehn, I say make I reach Innocent bung'
'But Inno bin come here find u na'
Which useless casting was this. But Warri was Warri finally, I couldn't fall hands.
'Yes, na why I too waste time. I dey wait am for him bung. Him turn up last minute', I replied
Dafe looked like he didn't believe me, but he had no choice. I took my babe into my room and I secured the door.

I turned her around to kiss her. She held back
'Sammy, be truthful, where were you?'
'Ify why would I lie to you?', I went on 'I went to see Innocent. But if you choose to believe Dafe over me, that's fine'.
'I was worried, especially after he informed of your blood business. It's cute that you wanted to sell your blood for me', she said smiling
'Ify, I would do anything for you. Maybe except die sha', I laughed out
She joined me in the laughter, that was when I kissed her. The kiss rattled my core. It was a well deserved reward for what I had been through earlier. I broke the kiss and led her to the bed. I showed her the provision I had picked from the store. I also brought out the money I had earlier changed and showed her.
'Baby, all for you', and I kissed her again
'Sammy where did you get this from?', she looked me into my eyes, her eyes laced with worry
'I hope you didn't steal it'
I got angry immediately. Did amaka ask if Dafe stole whatever she gave him?
'Ify so I'm now a thief? If I buy something for you, it means I stole it? Welldone' I got up from the bed angrily and entered the kitchen. She joined me there
'I didn't call you a thief, but I've never seen you with such amount of money. If you got it honestly, I'm happy for you. But if you didn't, Sammy please return it. I don't want you to be in trouble on my account'.

I pulled her to myself. I planted another kiss on her firm lips. They tasted of milk, perhaps she had tea for dinner. There was no need to bother her with what had happened. It was all in the past. I tore open her nightshirt, the rustle of the material giving way made me hard. She gasped. I wasn't bothered, I could afford ten of it. She wasn't wearing a bra. I pushed her to the kitchen door as I grabbed her swollen mounds. It was what I loved about Ifeoma; she had the body of goddess. Every part of her was rightly proportioned. She tore open my shirt and pinched my nipples. She knew me well. It worked like magic; an instant erection. She put her hands around my neck as I opened my trouser. Then I placed my hands beneath her bare buttocks and lifted her up. My baby wrapped her feet around my waist. I gave a savage thrust and that elicited another gasp, a sign of unbelievable pleasure.
We went on that way, climbing higher, until we both reached a shattering climax. She cried out in ecstasy. Take that Dafe, valentine had come a day early.

As we lay on the bed spent, I thought of everything that happened earlier. In a way, it was worth it. Ifeoma slept off almost immediately. I had to shower still. I went back to my closet to inspect my money, it was as I left it. I moved to the window, the night was beautiful. I looked down at the cars parked in front of my house. Dafe's silver Mercedes shined brightly. I made a mental note to buy one for myself. The car parked next to it looked vaguely familiar. It reminded me of the courier's car. I took a closer look at it, same colour and model. What were the chances that the car had followed me home? I wrote it off as a mere coincidence as I stepped into the bathroom to have my bath.
Tbc
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DANCE WITH FIRE EPISODE 6 I pulled her to myself. I planted another kiss on her firm lips. They tasted of milk, perhaps she had tea for dinner. There was no need to bother her with what had happened. It was all in the past. I tore open her nightshirt, the rustle of the material giving way made me hard. She gasped. I wasn't bothered, I could afford ten of it. She wasn't wearing a bra. I pushed her to the kitchen door as I grabbed her swollen mounds. It was what I loved about Ifeoma; she had the body of goddess. Every part of her was rightly proportioned. She tore open my shirt and pinched my nipples. She knew me well. It worked like magic; an instant erection. She put her hands around my neck as I opened my trouser. Then I placed my hands beneath her bare buttocks and lifted her up. My baby wrapped her feet around my waist. I gave a savage thrust and that elicited another gasp, a sign of unbelievable pleasure. Tbc. Click to read complete episodes. DANCE WITH FIRE EPISODE 6 
I pulled her to myself. I planted another kiss on her firm lips. They tasted of milk, perhaps she had tea for dinner. There was no need to bother her with what had happened. It was all in the past. I tore open her nightshirt, the rustle of the material giving way made me hard. She gasped. I wasn't bothered, I could afford ten of it. She wasn't wearing a bra. I pushed her to the kitchen door as I grabbed her swollen mounds. It was what I loved about Ifeoma; she had the body of goddess. Every part of her was rightly proportioned. She tore open my shirt and pinched my nipples. She knew me well. It worked like magic; an instant erection. She put her hands around my neck as I opened my trouser.  Then I placed my hands beneath her bare buttocks and lifted her up. My baby wrapped her feet around my waist. I gave a savage thrust and that elicited another gasp, a sign of unbelievable pleasure. Tbc. Click to read complete episodes. Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on September 12, 2017 Rating: 5

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