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She wasn’t pawing me or anything, but this was much more attention than I’d come to expect. My cock got hard immediately and I edged her back.
“Dana, let me look at you,” I said, taking in everything from her eyes, sparkling with glitter dust, to her red lips on down. I held her hands until she broke apart to twirl around.
She laughed when she saw the look on my face: pure, dumbfounded lust. “You didn’t think I had it in me, did you?” she teased, running a finger down my cheek. “There’s a sultry woman beneath all those layers. I just don’t like to give it away to those who don’t deserve it.”
I turned away for a minute, taking a deep breath. The more I saw of this woman, the more she drove me nuts. Crazy as it was, I wished I had a ring, because that’s when I knew I wanted her to be my bride.
I turned back to her and smiled. “I know what you’re capable of, Dana,” I said. The words themselves could mean any number of things, but the dip in tone when I said her name, making it sound like a much dirtier four-letter word, let her know what I was talking about. “I’ve just been waiting for the right time to unleash it.”
Her brown eyes blazed into mine. She stepped closer, tugging on my tie. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?” she asked, pulling harder, so I felt the pressure against my neck. Her smile was that of a predator clutching its prey, victory assured. She stepped closer, slipping a leg between mine.
“We should get out of the lobby, lest we ruin your image,” I said, though that was only half the reason. I was sporting a full-on erection there was no hiding from anyone. I needed her next to me, on top of me, beneath me, all over me, all at once.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a key card. Never had a boring beige rectangle looked so sexy. Then she turned, her hand resting gently on the swell of her ass, and started prancing away on those heels. I followed, wanting to leap and tackle her, press her beneath me to the ground right there. We walked to the elevator silently, the tension almost unbearable.
“How long have you wanted to fuck me, Nicky?” It was the first time I’d heard her say the word, one I thought she’d banished from her vocabulary. She was the type who said “darn it” and employed other euphemisms when she was upset. Was it all an act? I didn’t think so. She was just very selective. She crossed her legs as she stood on the other side of the elevator bank.
When we finally got to the room, I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her, pushing up her dress.
“Oh, Nicky,” she moaned as I sank to my knees.
There was so much to see and taste and touch, I didn’t know where to start. The musky scent of her pussy perfume wafted through the air, but I turned her around. “Put your hands up on the wall.” Dana had taught me so much, but I still had a lesson or two to impart. Her ass hovered above me, and I pulled down her panties. I couldn’t resist giving each cheek a solid slap, the sound echoing in the room as the sting reverberated in my palm. “Have you ever had your ass properly worshipped?”
“No,” came her muffled reply as I spread her open and let my tongue explore her sweet curves. I pressed against her twin globes, giving myself room to taste her sensitive skin, the pucker writhing beneath me as I buried myself between her cheeks. I curled my tongue into a point and dove right in while my fingers moved closer to her sex, stroking the wetness I found there. No one else was in the room, figuratively or otherwise, no cameras, no reporters, no noise except her panting and my grunting as I tasted her essence. My thumbs parted her pussy lips as my tongue dipped in and out of her back door while I wished for more hands so I could touch her everywhere at once. And there on the ground, I did my penance for all the girls I’d mistreated. I worshipped Dana’s ass like I’d never get another chance, my tongue savoring her sweetness as more of my fingers found their way into her other hole. I filled her up as best I could, plunging in and out to the beat of her own rocking hips.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I heard her cry, a little louder than before as I pressed three fingers deep into her tight tunnel. I feasted on Dana’s bottom, those strikingly soft mounds against my cheeks as I made her cum, felt her sticky syrup coat my fingers. I wasn’t done, but I eased out, resting against the back of her thigh as I kissed my way down to her ankle before pulling her on top of me for round two. We spent the rest of the night and most of the next morning worshipping each other, though that first taste of her sweet ass would’ve been enough. Nowadays, I’m a reformed devil, and Dana, now a bona fide celebrity, has agreed to be my bride. She’s turned into a bit of a she-devil, but only in the bedroom. I can’t wait to see what happens on our wedding night.
Mr. Everything
(Yes, He Is All That!)
Renee Alexis
I’d heard the rumor, but decided it was absolutely too ridiculous to be true. I even told my girlfriends that they had to be out of their minds to think a man is fine enough for them to want to stand in front of a gym three hours just to see him. Stupid dames.
After relentless attempts on their part to prove the legend was true, I went with them to Powerplus Gym to see for myself. The craziest part of the whole ordeal was waiting for a guy to arrive who probably looked like jack-shit—knowing their taste.
What I hadn’t truly planned on was seeing almost the entire female population of Troy, Michigan, waiting at the door for the dude. I said to myself, Damn, maybe he is all that!
Knowing me, that idea was short-lived. You see, I’m a realist. I don’t get hung up on looks and material things. Men are men to me, and that makes them human, which also makes them not perfect! I refused to believe that any man looked great enough to waste an entire day waiting for him to enter a building. What I couldn’t get my friends to understand was that after they wasted the day waiting for him, he would probably go inside and get a good laugh at their expense. That wasn’t for me; no way, no how!
I went with them anyway to prove my point, and we must have waited two hours or more before I got fed up with the whole idiocy of it. Hell, he never showed up anyway. I took my foot and kicked the butt of every girlfriend of mine who’d dragged me away from my favorite soap opera, Guiding Light, to see some chump bench-press a pretzel. They tried explaining that he always showed up on Wednesdays at 4:00 p.m. and that they couldn’t understand why he wasn’t there. I also told them that maybe the guy had a life and that maybe they needed one, too. I could hardly speak because the highlight of my Wednesdays was Guiding Light. So what? I taped it anyway.
My friends scuffed off home with their tails between their legs, and I had nothing to do. Hell, the soaps were off, and all I had to do was go home and cook—dull city! Instead, I walked into Powerplus and took out a membership because the flab around my midsection was too much to bear. Just kidding, it wasn’t that bad, but it was there nonetheless and I hated it!
I took out a one-year membership, had a brief tour of the facilities, then left on my own to check the place out. I checked out everything, even the glass window that had four ladies standing in front of it drooling. That glass window was part of the tour I hadn’t received, so I walked over to see exactly what they were drunk over.
At first, all I saw were exercise machines, all kinds, walking machines, leg builders, everything. Then he stood up. Suddenly I turned into one of those trolls staring glassy-eyed at perfection. He had to be the one the girls were talking about. He fooled them by coming in earlier and missing the devils in heat! Smart man—fine as hell also.
I don’t know why I wasn’t shown that part of the gym during my tour, so I asked the lady next to me, who had finally gotten a grip on the saliva dripping down her jaw.
“Two reasons,” the lady replied. “First, this section is for stockholders; second—him. Everyone who has shown this section to the ladies joining up managed to lose the proverbial ‘control of the room.’”
“What do you mean?”
“After getting a dose of Jaylen, who could listen to anything anyone else said? Look at the guy!”
I kept looking at him. He was so fucking sexy that my jaw dropped. Jaylen Matthews definitely was the one my friends were juiced up over. I don’t mean juice that you drink, no, the juice that flows from the punany after seeing a man that almost made you pass out from his good looks. That kind of juiced up! Who could blame the heifers? For once, they were on target in the looks department, despite that what they usually brought home from a date was from the insect kingdom.
