“One-hundred Thirty-ninth Street and Adam Clayton Powell.” I give the driver my home address.
Maybe I can do this. It’s just for the summer. I won’t get caught up.
Chapter Fourteen
From the moment we walk into my condo Quincy pins me against the front door, kissing me from the top of my head to my neck.
His lips land delicately perfect.
Gentle.
We begin tearing off each other’s clothes.
Shirts.
Pants.
Underwear.
Revealing our naked bodies.
Quincy’s dark chocolate body is flawless.
Beautiful.
Absolute perfection.
All six-foot four-inches of him is made of muscles.
They are in places I didn’t even know existed.
His muscles are huge, even the one standing long and strong between his legs. His large black massive dick pierces the air. The entire mass of erect hardness has one thick long vein protruding along it.
I approach him wanting to savor his scent.
I nuzzle my nose into his neck.
Inhaling.
His chest.
Inhaling.
His stomach.
Inhaling.
His back.
It’s intoxicating.
His smooth black skin smells like rich cocoa butter.
Homemade from the roots of the earth.
Pure ingredients.
Natural.
We embrace. Holding each other. Refusing to let go.
We’ve been waiting for this moment.
This time.
He gently places his mouth on mines.
His kisses send chills through my body.
He then nibbles on my neck and ears.
Tongue flickering in a circular motion.
After circle.
After circle.
Slowly.
Slower.
He sucks on my earlobes and whispers all the things he wants to do to me. “I want to make love to every part of your body,” he says. “I want to suck your dick and taste your juices. I want to eat your ass. Then I want to put my entire dick inside you.”
I want him baaad!!!
He grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa. Quincy is taking control.
Commanding.
Dominating.
Powerfully.
And I let him.
He throws my legs over his shoulders and grabs my throbbing hard dick. He commences to whisper to it. Quincy speaks to the head.
Yes, he does.
In between each lick he talks to my throbbing erection like he owns it. “This is my dick,” he whispers. “I am going suck your dick and swallow your balls. I don’t want you to hold back. Let your juices flow. I want all them on my face. Then, I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
His head goes up.
Then down.
Then up.
Then down.
I push my entire dick in the back of his throat.
He slurps.
Then rotates his head around.
And around.
And around.
Oh my gosh!
I feel myself ready to cum.
He sucks and slurps faster.
Stronger.
I moan to the heavens. This man is my angel and he helps me to see the streets paved with gold. I see the pearly gates and know there is a God.
Before the juices can rush out of me he flips me over and grips my ass.
He smacks the hell out of it!
He gets down on his knees and puts his face in between my cheeks and takes a big whiff. And then he says, “I am going to stick my tongue deep inside you.”
I force my weak body off the sofa and run into the kitchen. I grab a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator and tell him to enjoy. He eats my ass for a good half hour and I love every minute of it.
Quincy’s tongue is magical.
He then sprays the whipped cream all over his black thick dick. I kneel before him and begin licking his dick head.
I slowly work my mouth around the girth of his pulsating erection.
With each suction Quincy moans and his body shakes.
He grabs the back of my head and helps to ease me further down the shaft of his throbbing dick.
“Oh, shit!” Quincy yells and doubles over.
He pulls away from me. “You’re trying to make me cum already? Not so fast.”
He lifts me toward him and kisses me deeply.
He lays me on the sofa and spreads my legs. He grabs one of the patterned throw pillows and puts it under my ass.
I am ready.
Willing.
And Lord knows needy.
It’s been a long time since a man has been inside me and I want Quincy to plow me.
Thrust himself inside me and never stop pounding.
That’s what I need.
“Where’s your condoms and lube?” he asks.
I point toward the bedroom. “Down the hall and to the left. The top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed.”
I watch Quincy’s naked body saunter out of the room.
Fat bubble ass.
Huge calf muscles.
Strong back.
DAMN!
DAMN!
DAMN!
His body is amazing.
Quincy returns with a smirk on his face.
Lube and condom in his right hand.
He rips open the gold magnum wrapper and eases the condom over his long dark dick.
He squeezes the bottle of lube and the clear liquid drips on the top of his fat erection. He strokes himself, smearing the lube over the shaft and the head.
He then lifts my legs and drips some of the cool lube on my ass. He takes his middle finger and slowly works the slippery gooey liquid in and out of me.
My head falls back and I close my eyes. I let out a low moan. I then gyrate my body, working in sync with his hand.
He pours a little more lube.
I am ready.
He leans in and kisses me.
Deeply.
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