“Thank you, I would tell you the name of it, but I don’t want you to go back and tell that guy who was making you smile earlier my scent, and you buy it for him,” he smirked causing me to laugh loudly at his sarcasm and heavy accent.
“I would let you tell your girlfriend what scent I’m wearing if you wanted her to smell like me,” I smiled shyly.
“Why settle for a copy when I can have the original,” he retorted.
Time had a way of moving fast when you were having fun. I didn’t realize that AK and I had been talking for hours until I felt my phone vibrate and I pulled it from my purse. The time I read 12:58pm. It was almost one in the morning, and I had been out there drinking and talking for hours. The bartenders had switched shifts and Cheese had said goodbye. Without asking if he could, AK closed our tab and gave Cheese a huge tip. Wethen started the next round of drinks with the new bartender. Another reason it didn’t feel later than it was because the beach was still packed. It was summer break and everyone was on vacation because there were still plenty of couples outside, enjoying each other’s company, flirting, laughing, and talking as if it were 8pm.
AK owned trucking companies in Texas. He was divorced, forty years old, born and raised in Nigeria, had no children and he was funny. He was attentive, he asked me deep questions, made me laugh so hard, my stomach cramped, and casually touched my lower back when we talked, not in a sexual way, in a protective way. I knew after the second drink that I was going to fuck him. All of my fear about sex trafficking and ending up in a shipping container on the water had gone out the window. He insisted we have dinner at the steakhouse inside of the hotel, and after that we took a walk along the beach. The conversation flowed so easily that it felt like I had known him forever.
At 3am, when he asked me if he could walk me to my room, I let the lemon drop martinis answer for me. When we stepped on the elevator and the doors closed, our reflections in the mirror glanced back at us. We were both wearing white like we had planned to coordinate our outfits. He stood behind me, towering over me, like a sexy ass giant with muscular arms, I turned around and stood on my tip toes then before I could talk myself out of it grabbed his neck and brought his face down to mine. I kissed him hungrily like I was searching for gold inside of his mouth. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me effortlessly, pinning me up against the side of the elevator and kissed me back.
Before I knew it the loud ding of the elevator sounded, startling us both as the doors slid open, we both looked at the doors and looked at each other, we then began to laughrambunctiously as he eased me down to my feet like I was a porcelain doll he didn’t want to break.
I walked out first and he followed me. I led him to my room, used the key card to open the door, and turned around walking backwards inside of the room.
“Where were we love?” he asked in his thick accent.
I could see his hard dick poking through his slacks, and I could tell he was hung like a horse. He was about to have a bitch walking crooked, but I knew how to take pain. I would be fine.
“Can I undress you?” he asked me softly.
I looked up at him and shook my head yes. Words didn’t want to form because I had never had a man ask me if he could undress me. He took his time, unzipping my dress, leaving me standing in the center of the room in my white panty and bra La Perla set and my white, red bottom heels. The set cost $600 but I didn’t pay for it so to me it was free.
He whistled under his breath and I blushed.
“Spin around for me love,” he commanded as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. I did as he asked like a good girl. I turned around slowly, giving him time to admire my body, then spun around to face him.
“You are so beautiful you look like an angel,” he commented as he walked over to me and placed one hand around my throat. His large hand covered my entire throat easily, but he didn’t squeeze, he just let his hand rest there like a beautiful, tattooed necklace.
I tilted my head back and kissed him, he matched my rhythm not being too aggressive, matching my speed and intensity. I closed my eyes and saw Cozart. I didn’t want to see him so I opened my eyes back so I could be in the moment with AK. I tugged at his button and unlatched it, then unzippedhis linen pants. The pants fell to the floor revealing thick legs that looked like he hadn’t missed leg day. His dick pushed at the fabric of his Armani briefs like it was trying desperately to escape.
He pulled his briefs down letting them drop to the floor and the size of him caused my breath to catch in my throat. When a bitch was headed to the stable to see a man about a horse, she was definitely on her way to meet AK. I tried to place my hand around it, but my fingers didn’t touch and it had a large curve. I had never fucked a nigga with a curved dick before.
“Can I breed you love?” he asked me.
“Hell yeah, you can do whatever you want to do to me,” I said as I walked backwards onto the bed, undoing my own bra from the back. I tossed it over my shoulder, then stopped and pulled my panties off my ass. I stepped out of them, then turned around and bent over, spreading my ass cheeks giving AK a full view of my fat, freshly waxed, pussy from the back.
He walked up behind me, got on his knees, spit in my ass and sucked his own spit from the crevices. My eyes widened as he ate my ass like jollof rice and fufu.
“MMMHMMM AK,” I moaned as he licked my ass and fucked my pussy with his thick fingers. When he stopped eating my ass and started eating my pussy, I was shaking like a stripper as my orgasm ripped through me. I clenched my eyes shut and reached out to grip the sheets on the bed as he continued to suck my clit while it was sensitive. My toes curled in my sandals, and I had to kick them off before I fell face first.
“Can you come for me again love? I know you got more in you then that,” he demanded.
“I can’t cum twice, I can only cum once,” I moaned as I pushed his head away.
He laughed like he was taking my statement as a challenge instead of the truth. Before I could protest, I felt his dick head at my opening pushing inside gently. I tried to breathe through it while he held my hips to hold me in place. I dug my nails violently into the bed and closed my eyes as he pushed deeper into my pussy, inch by inch. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another inch he slid more inside of me.
“PLEASE AK, I CAN’T TAKE NO MORE,” I cried out loudly as my head hung in defeat.
“Yes, you can baby, you can take more. Daddy knows you can take more,” he groaned as he held me by the hips and continued to push more inside of me. I balled my fists and placed them at his belly to keep him from touching my heart with his dick. I thought about Cozart and the way he said I pushed him back during back shots. The bastard was right and I hated to admit it.
AK grabbed my hand and held it on my lower back like he was arresting me.
“UNNHHHNNNN,” I moaned as I bit into my bottom lip so hard, I could taste the bitter copper taste of blood. I had bitten a hole in my own lip.
“I know luv, I know,” he murmured.
A few seconds later his pelvis finally touched my ass cheeks letting me know that this never-ending horse had finally run out of dick. My pussy pulsated as he stood in place and stretched me out. I did deep breathing exercises like a pregnant woman in labor, as he began to pull out of me slowly and go back inside. In and out, slow, and methodical, his dick head tapped the back of my pussy hitting my G-spot over and over again. I didn’t know I was cumin until I felt the liquids gush from my pussy.
