Days of Desire (3 page)

“Oh shit, I’m about to fucking cum. Yessss!”

As soon as he felt that, he quickly withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two of his fingers. When he was inside her deep enough, his fingers grazed her G-spot. He firmly pressed down and fingered her until Jordan squirted all over his face, arms, and shoulders as well as the couch.

What in the fuck was that!
?

Before Jordan could ask the question aloud, Bruce had wiped hi
mself clean of her juices, dropped his pants, donned his rubber, and slipped his dick inside her.

“Oh shit…Fuck.”

Bruce had her legs open widely as he pummeled into her until she wondered if she would be able to close them completely when they were done. He sunk into her drenched, warm wetness over and over until he could feel his body begin to lock up. Quickly he pulled out, flipped Jordan over, made her get on her knees then slipped back inside.

“Fuck! Fuck Jordan, I’m ‘bout to cum woman!”

Bruce was thrusting so hard, the little couch was banging against the wall. The harder he rammed, the harder Jordan threw her ass and pussy back into his dick and balls until he exploded, which triggered her own fireworks.

“Ahhhhhh! Damn woman, you cum like you squirt, all over the fucking place. I look like I fell in a pool.” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” Jordan hunched her shoulders and grinned.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bruce asked.

“Depends?”

“On?”

“The question and how personal it is?”

“It’s very personal.”

“Here we go again. However, I’m extremely curious. You can ask another question. As previously stated, it still doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”

“For the second time, what’s the point in asking?” He smiled.

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask.” She giggled.

“What do you say to us getting cleaned up and you sto
pping by my place so we can do this again? Just to help you get your squirting down pat, of course.”

“Oh, of course! In that case, I’d say absolutely.”

“Good. But before we do anything, we have to stop and pick up a slippery when wet sign. Because woman you’re one hell of a squirter!”

Banging In the Breakroom

“Brittney, I hate to bother you beautiful but we’re closed.” Greg said as he approached the bistro style table and took a seat next to Miss three sugars, one cream.

“Oh Greg, I’m so sorry; I must’ve lost track of time. I’m leaving right now.” Brittney gathered her things and prepared to head out of the main entrance of The Grounds Cafe.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I would’ve told you sooner but you looked so peaceful over here, I didn’t want to disturb you.” Greg declared as he followed Brittney to the exit. He tried not to but he couldn’t resist peeking at her perfect, apple shaped ass and southern thighs.
Damn, what a view
!

“I wish that was the case. Unfortunately, I’m everything but peac
eful right now; I have so much on my mind. However, it’s still no excuse to impose on you.” Brittney smiled a smile that never reached her eyes.

“Trust me, you aren’t an imposition at all.” Greg purposely locked eyes with Brittney to make sure she understood just how much he was enjoying her company. Brittney finally broke their eye contact by quickly looking away.
Lord, this man is so sexy. In another time and place, I would
…

“Did you have to park down the street? I don’t see your car in your usual parking space.” Greg joked, trying to regain focus on the task at hand and not on Brittney’s runway approved curves.

“Oh no, my car overheated a couple blocks over. I waited for an hour and a half before I decided to walk over here to wait for Chad’s towing. But it doesn’t look like they’re going to show. Guess I’ll have to call them again on the way back to my car.”

“Brittney, I’m not going to allow you to walk back to your car only to continue to wait, especially this late in the evening. Come to the back with me and wait in the breakroom while I close up shop.”

“Greg, I don’t know. I don’t want to be in your way or cause any trouble.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fine. Besides, you couldn’t possibly cause me any trouble.” Greg grinned.

But some knee deep, sell your soul trouble was entirely another story altogether
.

“Are you absolutely, positively sure?” Brittney asked. Her big, sincere light brown eyes instantly teased his excited dick.

“I’m positive. Now come on woman, I have tons of work to do. You can wait here for the tow truck.”

“Okay, thank you so much. I promise I’ll repay you for this.”

“You’re welcome; just consider this a random act of kindness. No repayment required.” Greg stated as he flipped the sign over to closed, locked the door then led Brittney toward the breakroom.

“Alright beautiful, make yourself comfortable on the lov
eseat or in the La-Z-Boy.” Greg offered as they entered the very roomy space that sat off the main kitchen and resembled a den more than a breakroom. “The remote is over by the microwave. We have cable and plenty of snacks in the fridge and cabinets.”

“Greg?”

“Yes?”

“I really appreciate you doing this for me. I can’t thank you enough for…”

“Brittney, anything for you.”

Greg caught her brown eyes once again. This time, he made sure to let her know that he appreciated everything about her from her head to her toes. The sexual energy between them was explosive and crackling all over the room. Brittney didn’t break the eye co
ntact this time. Instead, she challenged Greg to make the first move. For the last three years she’d been coming into the little, quaint coffee shop that was thirty minutes away from her home, she was aware he had a thing for her. The coffee shop was one of twelve that she passed to get here; it was tailor-made for her.

Regrettably, she didn’t believe any man was specifically for her. Therefore, she put dating on hold and ignored every man’s atte
ntion, especially Greg’s. Nevertheless, it wasn’t easy. The man in front of her had kept her up many nights, masturbating to thoughts of being brought to the highest summits of euphoria time and again while in his strong arms. As a result, a few days ago, she decided to stop fighting it and give into the attraction to see where it led. With car trouble and a ton of other things diverting her attention, Greg had been the last thing on her mind, until now that is.

“Well, I better get to work. Call me if you need me.”

“Okay, I will.”

Greg winked then he was gone.

Returning to the kitchen, Greg turned on the radio and got to work performing his nightly closing ritual. Nevertheless, his mind never strayed far from the intriguing woman down the hall. Greg had been attracted to Brittney ever since she entered his coffee shop and requested a small coffee with three sugars, one cream, and a banana nut muffin. It happened to be on a rainy, Tuesday afternoon. He was instantly attracted to all 5’2” of her taffy colored frame, full lips, and dimpled smile. Greg continuously swore that the next time she came in he would ask her out. Yet, he always lost his nerve. Sort of like he just did when she challenged him to make the first move. He wanted to lay Brittney down right there on the couch she stood in front of and relentlessly please her to no end. But he wanted her to break first – to tell him she wanted him to spread her thighs just as much as he wanted to spread them. Shaking the thought, Greg turned the volume up on the radio just as “Freak Me” by Silk began to play. He started mopping the floor when he felt a small hand tap him on his back.

“Hey Greg, I don’t mean to bother you but would you happen to have an iPhone charger; my battery just died.”

“I sure do; today must be your lucky day.” Greg grinned as he went to his locker to grab the charger.

“I highly doubt that. First, I get a flat tire now I can’t co
ntact the damn tow truck company that I pay monthly installments to. If I don’t get in touch with someone soon, I’ll just call a cab or catch the bus home.”

“Here you go and you don’t have to do any of that, I’ll give you a ride.”
Then maybe you can give me one.

“Oh no, Greg! You’ve done enough already, really. One more thing, and I’ll owe you my first born.” Brittney joked.

“Brittney, I’m serious. Let me take you home.”

“Greg, I…”

“It’s not up for discussion. I’ll take you home as soon as I’m done.”

“Greg are you sure, because…”

“Yes woman, now let me get back to work so we can get out of here.”

“Thank you so much.”

Smiling, Brittney wrapped her arms around Greg and gave him a quick peck on his lips. When Greg suddenly met her with a blank stare, Brittney immediately reprimanded herself for overstepping boundaries.

“I’m sorry. I just…It’s just that…”

Greg pulled Brittney into his arms and kissed her lips fervently. His need for this woman was leading his hands as he feeled her up - softly squeezing her ass and thighs. Greg sought to give her ultimate pleasure, his duties of closing the coffee shop be damned. Brittney began tugging at Greg’s clothes when he picked her up and carried her to the nearest surface in the room, which was a round, wooden table a few feet away.

After he gently sat her down, everything she was wearing disa
ppeared. Next, he quickly helped her remove the rest of his clothes as well. With no more barriers between them, Brittney immediately spread her legs and inhaled as Greg guided his long dick between her thighs while massaging her small breasts. Greg kept still momentarily, giving her a chance to get accustomed to his size before continuing to enter her. In perfect harmony, they met each other’s soulful rhythms. Greg repeatedly thrust into Brittney’s silky, drenched pussy as she slid her creamy heat onto his solid manhood. His hardness steadily vanished between her plump, soaked lips.

Leaning over while still deep inside her wet sweetness, he lavished her areolas with kisses before sucking them into his warm, saliva
ting mouth. Swirling her nipple, he gently sucked and licked on the erect pearl until he had his fill. Then he softly bit down and tugged at the sensitive nub before repeating the process on the other breast. Sensations of glorious extra-sensitive tingling was overtaking Brittney’s body at impeccable speed when Greg unexpectedly pulled out and dropped down to his knees.

“OH FUCK!”

Greg slipped his tongue deep inside of Brittney’s pussy and rolled his long tongue around in it so thoroughly that she lost all train of thought. Sucking her clit with precisely the right amount of pressure along with a slight bit of pain, her toes curled and she shook to the swirl of his tongue.

“Greg YESSSSS, eat this pussy! EAT IT!”

When Greg’s mouth traveled a little lower and he tongue kissed her anus, Brittney squirted and came all over his handsome face.

“Oohhhh, FUCK ME!”

Grinning, Greg stood, pushed Brittney’s legs up to her shoulders and held her there while he slipped back inside of her wetness, stroking her long and sweet. At one point, he pounded her sweet pussy so hard the table began to scoot and scratch across the hardwood floor. Because Brittney’s clit was still pounding with extreme pleasure and Greg’s stroke was now intensifying that pleasure, she quickly succumbed to a second and even more powerful orgasm.

“GREGGGGG!”

Brittney moaned as the aftershock continued to crash into her. Seeing the way Brittney came apart in his arms as well as the wet pussy he was so deep in, he finally gave into the sensation. Then he came and collapsed on top of her.

“Fuck! Damn! Although this wasn’t my intention, this is easily going down as one of my best nights at work.”

“I’m a big girl Greg, I knew when you kissed me what we were about to do. I’ve been dreaming of a night like this with you for a long time. By the way, you were just as amazing as I fantasized.”

“Thank you. I envisioned pleasing you a multitude of times. But you were ten times better than I ever imagined.”

“Guess we should have given into our desires a lot sooner, huh?”

“Yes, but if it’s okay with you, I’d like to get to know you better and make up for lost time.”

“I would love that very much, Greg.”

“Damn woman, you’ve just made my day again. Well, I guess I should take you home now since I probably caused you to miss the tow truck.”

“It’s not your fault they never showed.”

“Actually, I heard someone banging on the door but you had me under some kind of spell and I couldn’t stop. Hell, I wouldn’t have stopped anyway. I don’t care who was banging.” Greg laughed.

“I didn’t hear anything but that’s cool. I’d rather you give me a ride anyway…home that is.” She grinned.

“Come on, let’s get dressed so I can get you home.”

“Okay, but not just yet. I’m not going anywhere until I get to taste all of that chocolate you’re packing.”

“Come on over here then.” Greg stood stroking himself as Brittney approached him, got down on her knees, and slowly slid his dick into her warm mouth.