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I pull back the sheets and stare at Desmond’s naked body as he sleeps. My eyes hungrily rove every inch of his sculpted physique, causing my mouth to water. I’m so turned on by the sight of him that I can barely contain my desire to fuck him all over again. My pussy aches, still wet from the last three rounds. But it’s hungry for more of him. I scoot down some, then take Desmond’s dick in my hand and gently stroke it, placing gentle kisses all over it before licking its head like an ice cream cone. I roll his beautiful dick between my palms, slowly gliding my hands up and down his shaft. I love this strong black dick. Love the way it tastes; the way it feels. Love the way its vein throbs when it’s aroused; the way its eye leaks clear, sticky nectar whenever it’s excited. He doesn’t have as much dick as I envisioned he would with his height and all. But, it’s not a disappointment in the least. The man knows how to use what he has. And that’s all that matters to me. It’s about six-and-three-quarter inches of dark chocolate, brick-hard and thick cock. Damn, did he work this pussy over!
He stirs, but doesn’t awake until I am rapidly sucking his hard dick. “Aaah, shit,” he moans, opening his eyes. “Damn, baby, you tryna suck the life outta a muhfucka.”
I pull his dick out of my mouth long enough to ask, “You got a problem with that?” I wrap my lips back around the head and continue sucking before he can respond.
He laughs. “Hell no, baby. Do you. You got a muhfucka trippin’ hard right now.”
I smile. And for the next fifteen minutes, I suck and slurp until he’s grabbing at the sheets and bucking his hips, nutting down in my throat. I lick him clean, then flop back on the bed beside him. He attempts to steady his breathing, pulling me into his arms. He kisses me on the side of my head. “Damn, you really gotta muhfucka feeling some kinda way; got me all off my square. I’m really diggin’ you, ma. I wanna really get to know you. You know, spend some time with you.…”
I lay my head on his chest, playing in the patch of hair in the center of his chest. My hand glides over to his nipple, slowly swirl the tips of my fingers over it until it hardens. I am half-listening to him talk, half-listening to his beating heart.
“…no pressure, though.…”
The voice inside of my head is telling me to get up and put my clothes on; to tell him getting to know me isn’t an option, then walk out the door and never look back.
But he’s so damn fine.
And you’re into foursomes with your sisters.
He doesn’t have to ever know about that part of your life.
But he will! It’s only a matter of time.
Then tell him before he hears it from someone else.
He wouldn’t understand.
Then let this be the last time you fuck him.
I’m only having fun with him, so he doesn’t need to know.
My gut tells me to roll out of his arms. Instead, I lie still. Stay wrapped in his embrace. His muscular body feels so good pressed up against mine. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, deciding that at this very moment, this is where I want to be.
Two hours later I awaken to Desmond watching me. He smiles at me, then kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Yo, anyone ever tell you how mad sexy you are when you sleep?”
I smile back at him, shaking my head. “No, this is the first time I’m hearing it. Thank you.”
“No doubt. So what you wanna do the rest of the day?”
I glance over at the digital clock. It reads: 4:18 P.M. I still can’t believe that on my day off I snuck down to Atlantic City and have been laid up in a suite at the Borgata with this man since last night. Against my will, I find myself slowly liking him. Find myself thinking about the possibilities of a relationship; maybe not with him, but the idea of having someone special in my life surfaces. Yet, the thought of giving up what my sisters and I share…I sigh. A part of me is okay with giving it up all up for a more traditional life. Then there’s that other part of me—the kinky side, that looks forward to sharing every part of a man with my sisters. I enjoy the sexapades. Enjoy the randomness of it all. Then why the hell are you here?
I don’t know.
Bitch, your ass is confused.
“I don’t know,” I tell him, shifting my attention back to him. “Maybe go downstairs and try to gamble a bit since I don’t know the first thing about gambling. Then grab something to eat. I’m in the mood for sushi.”
He grins. “Stick with me, baby. I’ll teach you.”
I smile. “Oh, is that so?”
“No doubt,” he says, kissing me on the tip of my nose. “So you dig sushi?”
“Yup, love it,” I say, stretching.
“Oh, word? That’s my shit, too. And they have a Japanese spot downstairs. My man told me it’s bangin’.”
I smile. “Sounds good to me. I can eat sushi every day.”
