“You know what they say,” he replied, his voice sounding a little strained.
She laughed. Yeah, she knew black men had big cocks, but while the limited amount she’d known in the past had been well endowed enough to please her, none had been hung like his. “No. What do they say?”
“That it’s not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean.”
She laughed again. He’s funny and fine. Yummy! His answer was not what she’d been expecting. Winding her fingers around him, she wasn’t surprised they didn’t meet. Hell no, he was too damn thick for that. Famous for writing about it, she knew just what to do. Twisting in a languid pace, she slid her hand to his base, feeling the size of his balls brush against the heel of her hand. Oh, yeah, those will feel great slapping against me.
“Really? Is that what they say?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She licked the satin tip of his plum–shaped head, tasting the ball of moisture that had formed there. His natural lubricant. She didn’t need it. She was wet.
Chapter 3
Jamal shut his eyes and slanted his face toward the sky, fighting damn hard to maintain control. The fine–ass hottie swirled her tongue around the swollen ridge of his head. He couldn’t breathe. He gasped, air hissing between his teeth.
Opening his eyes, he lowered his gaze to the top of her head, bent level with his crotch. Her expressive brandy eyes glanced up at him, a smile faltered on her lips just before she went to work. A talent for sure, she held up his dick and licked down the underside until she reached his balls.
She licked there, too. Jamal felt his knees tremble as her tongue traveled across his sac, her gift with her mouth almost unbearable. Then, she retraced her damp path to his head and nibbled, all the while her soft hands rested on each of his thighs.
“Mmhmm, that’s what they say,” Jamal muttered. He could hardly form a rational thought, but knew he wanted to be inside her. He tilted his hips toward her. “Can…you…take it?”
Tempting fate. Much more of this and he’d be shooting his load down her throat before he even got to encase himself fully in her. He wanted to sex her, but with her mouth titillating his flesh like a champ, he’d take it any way he could get it. Right now between her lips.
“Can you?” she asked. Again she didn’t wait for his response. She opened wide and closed around him, taking him so deep into her mouth he could feel his cock press against her tonsils. A wickedly slow tempo she set, in and out.
With his fingers tightening into her silken hair, Jamal glared at her tiny purse praying it was big enough to hold at least one damn condom. He hadn’t packed one around in his wallet for years, since events like this weren’t an everyday occurrence. Had hell frozen over? He planned booty–calls, not back alley screws with strangers. She’s not a stranger anymore, he thought, watching her head bob up and down, taking him deeper with each of her strokes. Pulling him along until he felt the building climax.
She tightened her cheeks and sucked. A hand slipped from his thigh to his sac. Her palm gave a tender massage as she gave him the blow of a lifetime. She took him deeper, still, until he felt his shaft pressing against the roof of her mouth.
“Damn, girl,” he groaned out.
The honey paused, releasing him from her mouth slightly. Before he could complain, she’d taken him in again, finding a rhythm equal to the dance music pulsating through the brick walls of The Night Kitty.
It wasn’t more than a few minutes before he felt the telltale buck of his impending orgasm. He pushed it away. No way in hell he was going to get his nut off before he’d made her scream with pleasure.
Jamal let out a long, low moan as he placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her mouth off his erection. She whimpered slightly, releasing him completely. He heard her gulp for air, then she rose.
She kept perfect balance in her spiky heels, a satisfied smirk marring her pouty lush lips as she stood before him. She knew she’d been about to get him off, and he could tell by the sparkling passion in her eyes she was damn proud of it.
His hands had fallen limply to his sides. They both just stood there, looking at each other. Sizing one another up. There was a hint of vulnerability in her sexy stance. Jamal balled his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her.
He wanted to touch her. To feel the weight of her tits in his palm. To rub the hard tips of her russet nipples that strained against the black lace of her bra. To use his tongue and return the favor of the blowjob.
In bad shape, his erection ached and pulsed with unreleased desire. But she’d demanded control before, and he intended to honor her request. He’d wait for her to make the next move despite feeling as desperate as if it were his first time.
“Touch me,” she demanded, licking her bottom lip. She moaned and Jamal knew she could taste him.
Not needing to be told twice, with one hand he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her forward until his solid cock pressed between them. Using a free hand, he framed her face, his palm upon her jaw, his long fingers extending into her soft hair. With his thumb, he traced her bottom lip where seconds before her tongue had been. The gleam in her eyes told him she wanted to be kissed, but the look vanished and he halted before his lips made contact.
“No, kissing is intimate. Kissing is for lovemaking, we’re just going to fuck. A plain old, hardcore, don’t ask my name, don’t call me in the morning, a one–night stand—fuck!” Her tone was so seductive.
He could handle that. He wanted to be inside her. Oh, yeah, his cock affirmed.
No, no, no. Kat shook her head, trying to forget the tender stroke of his thumb on her mouth and the sensual way his lips curved when he’d been about to kiss her. Kat wanted to kiss, to love, but Kat was retired for the night. The new her had taken the lead. She moved her head from side to side and smiled. “None of that. Just do me.”
He didn’t need much urging. His hold around her waist slipped down to the backs to her thighs, to the thin line of exposed flesh above the tops of her leather boots and the bottom of her suede mini. He lifted her, spreading her legs until he wrapped them around his hips so her ankles crossed atop the curve of his finely shaped butt. Her silver spiked heels tapped together.
“You just want to fuck.” It wasn’t a question. He wasted no time turning her so her back was against the cold, hard wall of bricks. Just like Kat had wanted. She repressed a laugh and settled for a smile. Laughing would have destroyed the intense mood and she liked this guy brooding. Yeah, ten thick, dark, hard, inches of aggressive cock was just what this sex–starved kitten wanted.
Meow. “Can you take it?” she asked, tossing his earlier tease back at him.
“You got a condom?” His voice was gruff.
Kat smiled as she reached for the small purse that hung from a narrow strap on one shoulder. She’d brought what they needed. Pulling a foil square from her purse, she ripped it open, yanking the latex free.
“Yeah,” she whispered, “let me put it on for you.” His muscles bunched as he held her weight, leaning away from the wall just enough so she could work the condom down the rigid length of him that rose like a statue between them.
With unsteady fingers, she extended the latex around him, his hips grinding into her. His dick, stiff between them, rubbed vigorously against her clit. She trembled. The old Kat tried to create a mental picture of what they must look like against the wall. This was research after all and if she got so carried away that she couldn’t remember, what good would it have done her? Besides pleasure, of course, she thought with a grin. Using her mind’s eye, she saw his wide shoulders draped with silk. His bare tight ass and pants pooled around his ankles.