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She smiles, flashing a set of straight white teeth. “I’m everything you need me to be.”
I grin. “Mar—”
“Oh. I know who you are, papi,” she says, licking her luscious lips. “Mister Creepin’ and Freakin’ After Dark. Who doesn’t know whom the sexiest man alive on radio is. You never emailed me back to let me know how you liked the pictures I sent you.”
I blink. “Oh, shit. It’s you. Miss Anonymous?”
She slides off the barstool. “Yep. It’s all me. In the butter pecan flesh, papi.” She slides her hands over her hips, then slowly turns, giving me a full view of her entire body. Ass for days, damn! “You like?”
Hell the fuck yeah. I nod. “True, true.” My gaze drops to her cleavage and lingers there, before licking my lips and looking back into her face.
“Good. We’re all aduts here. I’m grown. So forgive me for being straightforward, but it’s no secret that I wanna fuck you, papi. I wanna feel my pussy wrapped all around your cock.”
Ah shit! Freak-ass. Baby, I’ll fuck ya ass inside out, then watch Marika blow ya guts out. The two of us will rock ya muthafuckin’ lights out!
“So how’d you get an invite to this?”
She tells me her friend won two VIP tickets to the release party over the radio last week after trying for three weeks to win them.
She glances over at Marika. Then reaches for her drink and lifts it up at her. Marika does the same, smiling. “Your wife’s very beautiful.” I give her a look, surprised that she knows Marika is my wife and not some date. “Oh, don’t be so shocked,” she says, grinning. “I know who she is. Who doesn’t? As many times as you’ve talked about her on the radio and I’ve seen the two of you in photos, how could I not know? Still, I’d rather have you all to myself.”
She bats her thick lashes, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Nah, baby…no dice. It’s a two-for-one special. We’re a package deal.”
A sly smile eases over her lips. “That’s sexy, papi. Real sexy.”
“Yeah, like you.” I decide to test the waters, to see just how open this beauty is. I put a finger to her jawline and gently trace it. “What color panties you have on?”
She bats her lashes. “Red. I’m hot like fire, papi,” she says over the music. “And you are making them wetter by the second.”
“Damn, baby. I love wet panties.” I glance over my shoulder at Marika. She smiles at me. And I wink at her.
I glance at my watch. We’ve been here almost two hours. It’s time to roll out. “Where ya peoples at?”
She takes a slow sip from her drink, easing back up on her stool.
“Oh, her.” She tsks. “Please, man problems.”
My eyes soak in her voluptuous lips, imagining them wrapped around the head of my dick. Damn. I bet she can suck a mean dick.
“Oh, word? Then how about you come join my wife and me”—I nod my head over toward our table—“and get to know us a lil’ bet
ter. I promise. We won’t bite.”
Her wet tongue swipes over her lips again, then spreads into a mischievous grin. “Who said I didn’t want to be bitten?”
“Oh, my bad, baby. Then you good.”
“Oh, I know I am.” She tosses her long hair over her shoulder, causing her titties to jiggle. Damn. All I can think about is having my hard dick sandwiched in between them big bouncy mounds, then busting my nut all over them. “I love being bit…in all the right places.”
Laila’s new track “Paradise” starts playing and the club goes wild.
Miss Anonymous pops her fingers, then two-steps. “Oooh, this is my shit. Come dance with me, papi.”
“Nah, I’m good on that,” I say, taking in the scene around us, then bringing my attention back to her. “What I’d rather do is go somewhere ‘n’ fuck.”
She slides back off the barstool. “Ooh, papi. If you only knew how long I’ve fantasized about being with you.”
