red bra and panties, cool air tickled her flesh, coaxing goosebumps to form along her arms. He ran his big hands all along her shoulders, then swept them across her bra. Her nipples immediately stiffened to his touch, and she tensed.
“Come on now, relax. I’m here for you. I’ve got something real good for you, baby.” His deep voice churned her insides into butter. King seemed to notice everything. Hers wasn’t anxiety though, but pure adrenaline, fueled from carnal desire. He pulled her to him until her head rested on his chest. He felt like a wall of protection. Like not a damn thing in the world could harm her as long as he had her back.
Cupping her breasts, he kissed the side of her neck, tickling her skin with his warm breath. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch. He began to sway to the loud music while caressing her, treating her like a precious, rare jewel. “Take me to your bed.”
She followed his command. When they got to their feet, he took a few moments to grab his wallet and phone from his pants. The two traveled the short hall. Red lighting paved the way. She opened the door, exposing her small bed with thick white sheets and wall of mirrors. A small mirrored disco ball light hung from the ceiling. She pressed a button on the wall and music filled the room. It had taken much effort to decorate her little sanctuary here, trying to make it look larger with earth tones, glass accents, mirrors, and tall plants. This area was now an extension of herself. A refuge from the crazy world—and now, she’d allowed this stranger into her cocoon.
A stranger who was looking at her so intensely with hazel eyes under thick black eyebrows. He impatiently pushed his boxers down his legs, allowing her to finally take a peek at his pride and joy. She shook her head and plopped down on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. A smile grew on her face as she waited for him while he searched in his wallet.
God, I see you have jokes tonight. First, you know I don’t want to be involved with anyone right now. Yes, yes, I know, okay? I’m not getting any younger and you disapprove of my one-night stands, sowing my wild oats. Well, cut me some slack. I was a late bloomer. Yes, I know I’ve been treating my body like a trampoline lately, but see, you’ve done too much today.
Two wrongs don’t make a right. I told you I was sorry and would stop. But, this?! Oh, no. I wasn’t ready. I told you that when I was ready to settle down, I wanted the total package. You gave it to me. But this is not the right time. I’m not ready to settle down. Why are you doing this to me? I said I wanted him to have a big dick because see, the last dude you sent my way didn’t have one. Well, you probably didn’t send him—that was the Devil’s work and my stupidity working in tandem… but nevertheless, I wanted a guy to have a penis so damn long, thick, and strong, it could break concrete. That’s what I was used to in my previous relationship with Karter, but WOW. Did you run out of human cocks and grab an elephant’s?
She turned and shot him a look. He was oblivious, still messing around with his wallet. She returned her gaze to the ceiling. Lord have mercy. He probably got a graveyard full of dead pussies.
His smooth laughter yanked her out of her deliberations.
“What?” She sat up and smiled at him as he placed his wallet on her white dresser.
“I was just thinkin’ about me asking you if your name was Siri. That was stupid.” They both chuckled and she fell back on the bed again, arms outstretched.
“No, it wasn’t. I told you people do that all the time. Besides, it was loud in there. You may not have heard me clearly.”
He sat on the bed next to her and placed a few condom wrappers on the glass nightstand, then covered her body with his, crashing into her like a hefty curtain of obscurity. She sighed, immersed in his musky heat, frenzied masculine energy, the scent of a real man. She was being touched by an artist, and it showed. Holding her chin steady, he kissed her hard. She grinded against his pelvis, moving in sync with