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“Thanks, you’re very easy on the eyes yourself,” I said staring at her golden thighs that were easily accessible underneath the short skirt she wore.
I finished off my drink and called for another. I was nice and tight off alcohol. Conversation flowed effortlessly with Tracye as I savored my third, fourth and fifth drink over the next hour. R-Kelly’s Step in the Name of Love flowed from the speakers through me. I felt so nice when I went to settle my tab that I did something I rarely did. I reached for Tracye and pulled her to the dance floor.
“No, wait a minute. What are you doing?” she protested when she realized the direction I was pulling her. “I don’t dance,” she confirmed with a staggering amount of shock and fear in her eyes. She shook her head fiercely and tugged away from me.
“Just follow my lead. I wouldn’t guide you wrong,” I assured her.
“Oh my,” she said as I pulled her onto the dance floor. At first, she was somewhat rigid. I gave her reassuring smiles, spun her around and pulled her into my arms. Before the song was over, she grooved to the beat on her own volition, feeling every vibe.
We were still having a bomb ass time three songs later. The most fun I’d had since the divorce, besides that one, short-lived night when I owned every part of Destiny. The night she was all mine. The night I thought I’d reclaimed what was rightfully mine.
“What’s wrong?” Tracye asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You stopped dancing,” she said.
I stood in the middle of the dance floor frozen in a daze. “I guess the alcohol is catching up with me. I think I better call it a night,” I told her, as I walked away from the dance floor, leaving her behind.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dance to another song? I could go put in a request for whatever you like to dance to,” she said once we reached the bar. Her eyes begged for more time, but I was about to bounce.
Tracye tossed back the remainder of the drink she had in her hand and intertwined her fingers with mine. I had lost count of how many she’d taken back over the night. What I did know was the woman was a professional drinker, hands down.
“No, I’m good. I’m about to get out of here,” I said, avoiding looking into her eyes for fear that she would know my heart was owned by another woman. “I have a big day planned tomorrow, with my daughter’s party and all,” I said.
“That’s right, you told me about that. Well, I guess all good things come to an end,” she said slightly raising her brow. “It was so nice meeting you.”
“Same here,” I said, bringing her hand that was in mine to my lips. “Thanks for entertaining me this evening. I had a good time. You’ve really showed me Miami hospitality.”
“Well, if you don’t mind me being forward,” she began.
“Why do I have the feeling you’re going to be forward, whether I mind or not?”
“Because I am,” she said on a laugh. “But seriously, we don’t have to end the night here and now. I’m open and free all night, if you are.”
I sized Tracye up from her curly blonde hair flowing down her back to her breasts spilling out the top of her shirt to her six-inch stiletto covered feet. She had a face that put you in the mind of Jennifer Aniston. But her good looks weren’t the feature that captivated my senses. My dick jumped in my pants as my eyes raked over her voluptuous breasts and thick golden thighs. Then my verification came with a thoughtful question: Why should I be alone tonight when Destiny is with Jacob?
***
Twenty-three minutes later, Tracey and I entered my suite. “Would you like a drink, some coffee or anything?” I asked.
“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me already,” she said in a demanding rasp.
I pulled her to me and a mutual assault began of one another’s lips. Soul grabbing kisses. The kind that reach down and snatch up that dormant part of you that you never knew existed. I didn’t know where this lady came from, but I had to make sure I kicked her out before morning. Another soul-stirring kiss like the one she just gave me would surely end with me proposing marriage.
She kicked off her shoes and wrestled to take her clothes off. When she yanked her bra off, her vanilla cream-colored tits sprang toward me, and my dick sprang up, harder than a steel post. I wasn’t a fan of sex with random women, especially one I met in a random city at a random bar. It screamed of desperation. But I needed a distraction from my raw feelings.
I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants. By this time, she was completely naked. Her hands ran freely over her body, careful not to miss a spot. Seeing that I was just standing there looking at her in amazement of the moment, she said, “Let me help you with these.”
Easing down to her knees, she unzipped my pants and took them off. I lifted my feet so she could easily slide them off. Once I was free of pants and boxers, she glided her tongue along my legs until she reached my balls. That was when she took my shaft in her hands. Her head swooped down and every inch of my shaft disappeared into her mouth.
“Got damn girl,” I gasped out.
Her mouth was so hot and so wet.
Shit, shit, shit…My head flew back as I pumped gently into her hot, pink mouth. I closed my eyes, as if the act of closing them would hold this moment of ultimate delight behind my eyelids forever. My hands instantly went to her head to guide her warm mouth as it sheathed and unsheathed my rod in the most erotic of ways. She was putting in her bid to be the next Mrs. Brown, and I didn’t even know her full name.
“Mmmh,” she murmured as she slurped down my precum.
