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“Fuck Boy Blues”
“The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.” – Bob Marley
This fool had me fuckedup! I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to brag about his big dick, standing there looking like a pickle covered in plastic wrap. Not even one of those nice juicy pickles you get at the corner store. Oh no, his was more like a sweet gherkin that wasn’t so sweet. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a size queen, but when a man goes on about the size of his member, a girl is expecting Mandingo to jump out of his pants. I am fully aware that men with average size penises can please a woman, so I thought it was a good idea to go with the flow. That was my mistake. You just can’t be small and a premie. Pick a struggle.
“You have got to be kidding me. There is no way you’re done that fast. I’ve seen teenage boys last longer than you. What’s your deal?”
I spewed my vile comments at the fuckboy as I pushed him off me, gathered my belongings and swayed my sexy ass to his front door. I stopped only to step into the black lace panties that I purchased for this occasion. Good thing he was in such a rush that he didn’t bother to undress me fully. This fool gassed me up so good; I thought for sure he knew what he was doing. Now, there I was with a wet pussy and nothing to take the edge off.
“Don’t be like that, baby. Give me about twenty minutes to recover, and I’ll make it up to you. Your pussy was so good. I couldn’t help myself.”
He laid there giving me those sexy ass bedroom eyes and that smile that melted my panties when we first met. It was the only reason I agreed to go home with him in the first place.
“Boy, bye! In twenty minutes, I will have climbed on my bike, fired it up and let the vibrations of the engine take me to heaven. It’s a shame my bike can get me off better than all that muscle you’re packing. Damn! You got me all kinds of mad. There is nothing worse than a fuck boy bragging about his sexual prowess only to find when it’s go time, he shoots before the race even begins. You’re lucky I don’t bust a cap in your ass.”
I was so done with this fool! I needed to take a few calming breaths before I ended up hurting him. I hate being left hanging. He had so much promise; a chiseled jaw, a head full of wavy brown hair, a body built for the gods and a dick print right out of my dreams. Shiiit. That must have been the outline of his balls. It just goes to show you, never trust a dick print and a smile.
I climbed onto Maverick, my Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10RR named for my favorite character from my favorite movie, Top Gun, and peeled out of the driveway. I left a streak of rubber on his driveway for all the trouble I had. Revving the engine, I headed toward the highway. The need for speed overwhelmed me, and Maverick did not disappoint. He never did. He was the one male in my life who always delivered. As I raced down 295 toward Jax Beach, I put Maverick to the test going at speeds of over 90 miles per hour. The faster I went, the louder he rumbled, causing my kitty kat to purr. The vibrations of the bike’s engine reached my core and set me on fire.
I wished I had three hands so I could rub my nipples, but that was a moot point. I needed the two hands I had on the handles to keep from crashing. As the speedometer hit 95, so did my clit. Just a little more. Yeah, that’s it, Mav... 96, 97, 98, 99 lift off! Fire shot through my veins and a strong pulsing orgasm ripped through my body. I was so caught up in the ecstasy of the ride, I never even heard the sirens going off behind me. The flashing blue lights caught my attention as I came down from my high.
Fuck!This is just what I needed tonight. It wasn’t my best idea to go speeding down I-295 in this area. I knew what would happen if I got pulled over by the notorious cop in one of his speed traps, but I couldn’t help myself. Who chooses an orgasm over dealing with the cops? I really needed to make some changes in my life.
I took the nearest exit, not wanting to pull over on the dangerous median where there was a ton of construction happening, leaving no room on the side of the road. I pulled into the parking lot of the nearest gas station and cut my engine. There was no one around for miles because the station was closed for the night. Any other night I would be afraid, but not tonight. Tonight, I was horny, and it was messing with my brain. Not good.
It was him alright, Officer Belton, infamous around this area for writing tickets at the drop of a dime. You could sneeze while driving and he would write you up for improper spraying. The officer got out of his vehicle as I watched from my side mirror. I had run across him before, and he always evoked the same reaction from me. He was built like a Sherman tank and walked like he had boulders for balls. Instantly, my panties soaked. I tried to shake it off. I removed my helmet and shook out my long luxurious Peruvian locks that my stylist put in just this morning. I located my license, registration and proof of insurance knowing that he would ask. Maybe I could get out of this one by flirting. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt to give him a peep show. Hmm, you never know.
Mr. ‘Boulders for balls’ made his way to my side and flashed a smile at me. Thank goodness he was in a good mood tonight. I could work with a snack like him as long as he wasn’t trying to shoot my ass. His eyes gleamed as he looked me up and down. Maybe he would get lucky tonight if he acted right.
“Good evening, officer.”
“Good evening, ma’am. Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“Oh, I’m not in a hurry. I was just on my way home.”
“Ma’am, I clocked you at 95 miles per hour, and you say you’re not in a hurry?”
The sexy man chuckled as I handed him my information without him asking for it. I gave him the most innocent look I could muster and flashed a shy smile.
“I had no idea I was going so fast. My speedometer must be broken. I will take it to the shop first thing in the morning.”
The smirk on his face told me Officer Belton knew I was bullshitting, but he played along. That was my kind of cop. Sexy, with a sweet smile and a big cock. Before you start in on me, I know I said I couldn’t trust the dick print, but there was an exception to this new rule of mine. I literally watched as the bulge in his pants grew, and there was no mistaking the fact that he was large. He reached down to adjust his package, giving me a better view of the goods. Nope, make that extra-large.
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to dismount the bike and follow me to my cruiser, while I run your tags. Put out your wrists so I can cuff you?”
Shit.“Now wait a minute. Is this proper procedure? I haven’t done anything, and I don’t know why you would feel the need to cuff me. What’s going on?”
“Miss... Coley?” He said looking down at my identification. “Don’t make me force you. You need to comply with my orders, or you are going to find yourself in hot water. Now, your wrists.”
My heart thundered in my chest, and my brain was going a mile a minute, firing off all kinds of scenarios of how things could go left. My dead body crumbled on the pavement was the one that made me offer up my wrists. I didn’t resist when he placed the handcuffs on me, but I sure wanted to. The smirk on his face made me want to slap him.
Officer Belton marched me over to his car where he opened the door and helped me inside to sit on the back seat. He nudged me over and slid in next to me. That’s when the game changed.
“Was I wrong, or did I feel a spark between us over at your bike?”
“Oh, well played, Officer Belton. Is this what you do? Go around detaining women for sexual favors?”
“I’m trying something new tonight, Miss Coley. It is Miss, right?”
