fingers.
I imagine there are far more…
His height and shoe size denoted that he was possibly packin’, but she’d found out far too often that was a myth. A disappointing myth. I like big dicks, okay? I’ll take a medium one, too, but I don’t mind screaming. Maybe he did have a bit of something-something. The motherfucker has some big ass hands… Promising.
Regardless of how good this motherfucker looked, she’d told herself she wasn’t interested in messing with any men tonight.
Even the ones that looked and moved like gods.
Seems he has some rhythm. Nice smile. But I’m just not in the mood tonight. I’m tired. This week wore me out. I came out tonight just to dance my ass off, drink and have fun, but now I’m distracted. Okay, now he’s talking to someone. Good. Oh, no. That conversation was short. Here he comes my way again.
God, you are so wrong for this. You knew when You made whoever this guy is, he’d tempt me. He’s my type times one hundred. I know what he’s going to do though. He’ll offer me another drink, say something mad corny, then try to exchange numbers so he can fuck me sometime in the near future. This wouldn’t be happening if I could have just stopped myself from smiling back at him…
Suri sighed and shook her head before wrapping her lips around her straw and drawing in the sweet blue alcohol. When she looked up, she was startled. He was right upon her. He looks even better up close.
HE. IS. BEAUTIFUL.
FUCK.
He leaned in close to her ear, towering so much over her he had to bend down quite a bit. Her damn eyes fluttered as he drew so close, his beard brushed ever so slightly against her cheek. It’s soft! It’s soft like cotton, just like I thought it would be. The man smelled like fresh cologne, incense, and soap. Her pussy throbbed, the lips clenching like a fist.
“Hi, my name is King. How are you doing tonight?” He cocked his head to the side and grinned. His smile was borderline arrogant. But the star of the show?
HIS. FUCKING. VOICE.
Oh my God, he sounds just like Chace Crawford. Wait a minute, did he say his name was King? That’s got to be a nickname.
“Hello, King. My name is Suri.”
His lips kinked into a sexy smirk.
“Siri? Like the automated virtual assistant for Apple products?”
“Kind of. Mine is spelled S.U.R.I. Common mistake. I’m far cooler than her though, decidedly less helpful, more charismatic and less robotic. Well, some may disagree with the last one.” He chuckled at that. “King. Interesting name. Is that an epithet?” She took another sip of her drink. The cold flavor flooded her mouth. The alcohol would undoubtedly loosen her tongue.
“Epithet? A lady who uses fancy words. I like that.” They both simpered. “No, King isn’t a nickname. My mother is Brazilian. She was heavily into this old Portuguese soap opera when she was pregnant with me, and one of the characters was called Rei. That means king in English, so that’s what she and my father decided to name me.”
“Oh, so you’re Brazilian?” Damn. King really is his name. How fitting.
“Half. My father is Irish.” Brazilian and Irish? What an interesting combination.
“Okay, cool. I like your name. It’s different. As far as your ethnicity, I thought you were just White with a really nice tan.” His lips curled in a smile and he chuckled lazily. He turned away for a second, looking about, then faced her again. “I like your nose ring.” She pointed at it and fought her smile once again, trying to tone her excitement down. The battle was definitely uphill.
“Thank you. I like your eyes… your nose… your lips.” She swallowed. “You’re pretty. Definitely caught my eye.”
“Thank you.” He sounded sincere enough.
“Your jumpsuit is nice, too… looks real good on you. Red is definitely your color.”
“Thank you for that, too.” So when is he going to offer the drink? It should be coming up, and then the corny compliment, followed by the number request to arrange a fuck fest. She could feel her friends staring at her, but refused to look their way.
“So, are you from Harlem?”
Oh… he is asking questions about me. Well, all right. Surprise, surprise.
“No. I have a lot of friends here, so I come often. I’m actually from Brooklyn, but just moved from the East Village over to East Side.”
“Upper Manhattan. Okay, cool, that’s what’s up. I’m born and raised in Harlem.” Her curiosity