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“Ohhh…Harrison,” I whined. “Right there.” His tongue rolled rhythmically over my folds. I continued to suck appetizer juices from the tip of his goodness, when I felt him massage his finger in the crevice of my ass. I tensed for a second.
“Relax,” he said, moving from under me. He peeled the banana, placing it near my mouth. “Take a bite.” I went down on the banana, like it was his dick. I closed my eyes and moaned as I slowly pulled back, clipping a chunk off into my mouth. Harrison looked mesmerized. “Damn, baby. Lay down.” I got on my stomach and felt him part my legs with his strong hands.
I watched him mash a piece of the banana between his fingertips. As he rubbed the sticky, sweet consistency, he lowered his body on top of me. I shut my eyes tight as he lubed my crack with the banana paste. He was gentle, tracing his finger lightly over the hole. “Jasmine, just relax. Let your body trust mine, and give into the feelin,’ okay?”
“Okay,” I said under a muffled moan. I hoped my thirty-two-year-old ass could hang with the virile, young-ass dick that was about to go up my anus. When he slowly penetrated me, I thought I was gonna lose my mind.
“Ahh…!” I cried, clenching the blanket.
“Easy,” he whispered as he massaged the small of my back.
“Harrison, your cock is so thick,” I moaned as I rubbed my clit, trying to get used to him stretching me.
His strokes were steady and smooth. He placed wet kisses all over my back. “Breathe. Breathe, baby,” he moaned in my ear. He gripped my hips, raising them further up his pelvis. “Lawd, Jasmine, this gonna take me there, I swear. Is it hurtin’?”
“Stop talkin’!” I mumbled, clawing sand with my fingers.
He chuckled. “That delicious, huh?”
“Ummm…give me a little more. That’s it. That’s it! Oh shit!”
“You sure you wanna do that?”
“Shee…it!”
“Gettin’ backed up, ain’t ya?” he grunted, pumping me.
“Yes!”
“You like my banana split?”
“Uh…huuhhunh…”
“I didn’t hear you good. Say it’s the best.”
“It’s the best. You feel so fuckin’ good!” My whole body was shaking.
“All right, let’s get full. You ready?”
I was delusional at this point, eyes rolled back in my head like a possessed woman. He was pleasing the hell out of me.
“We gonna top this shit off with some whipped cream,” he said, his breath shallow. I felt the tension increase in his body as he wrapped his arms around my neck. He rocked me hard, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Ooooh…Aaaaw…!” Love sounds from our climax together. We molded our bodies into a warm cocoon.
“You believe I’m ripe enough for you now?” Harrison asked, sucking moisture from my neck.
I glided my hand over his bald head. “Yes, Harrison. That was so good.”
He stared deeply into my eyes. “I’m always gonna be good for you, Miss Jasmine.”
GOOD MORNING HEARTACHE
“I’m glad you could make it a few hours earlier, Jasmine,” Mr. Rayman said softly from his sick bed. He gently reached for my hand.
I blinked back tears as I sat in the chair, holding his frail fingers inside mine. Mr. Rayman had been too weak to attend the Board of Directors meeting, so I brought the minutes and documents to him. He was losing his battle with emphysema. I tried to be a composed professional, but it was difficult. I’d known this kindhearted man all of my life. He nurtured my love of books over the years, giving me Shakespeare, Mark Twain, and even Zora Neale Hurston, a graduation gift he’d selected with the help of Gladys. I worked in his office as a clerk, from high school to college. While I’d received academic scholarships to Howard, he still offered funds to Aunt Frances, for expenses that weren’t covered.
His blue eyes were glassy, and each breath he took was more labored than the previous one. “How’d the meeting go?” he asked in a hushed tone.
