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He places one hand on my shoulder and the other tangles in my hair. “I won’t last long like this. You feel so damn good. I don’t want to come yet. You,” he lets out another groan, “have to stop or I’ll come.” He grips my shoulder tight as I stroke him one last time with my mouth. Slowly, I lick down his shaft to his balls, sucking on them one by one.

“Good god, woman.”

He pulls my hair just a little but not too hard. I moan, sending a tremor of vibrations over his balls before releasing them. He quickly reaches down and pulls me up in a hurried fashion, slamming me against his hard body and his lips crashing down hungrily onto mine. He tastes like alcohol and ginger.

There’s a feral aggression that comes out of both of us as we begin tearing each other’s clothes off. His tongue intertwines with mine and our kiss grows more commanding, more passionate. He pulls me in closer, pressing our bodies tightly against one another as his hand snakes around my back, finding the latch to my bra. He expertly releases it and my heavy breasts are released. His hands glide up the arch of my back to the straps on my bra, sliding them down one by one, and my bra falls to the floor with the rest of our clothes until I’m standing in my white lace panties and nothing else.

Quickly, he turns me towards the bed and picks me up as if I’m light as a feather. Kisses and nips are placed one by one down the slope of my neck and his hot breath sends a parade of chills across my skin. Gently, he lies me down on the fluffy down comforter and I watch him bend down and rummage through our clothes. When I hear the crinkle of plastic, I realize he’s getting a condom from his jeans. He stands back up as he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

So much for foreplay.

I don’t even care at this point. I’m so wet and my clit is throbbing with need. I just want him inside me, now. His hand glides down his large cock as he rolls the condom on. Once he releases it, it bounces somewhat from the heaviness of its weight. I hope I can handle all of him.

“I can’t wait to be inside you. Foreplay will have to wait. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He dives forward and straight into me with a loud grunt and his girth stretches me wide as he pushes inside me. I let out a yelp before my pussy starts to respond. His mouth latches onto one of my pert nipples and a surge of pleasure bolts through my body. We are skin on skin moving in rhythm with one another as I swing my legs up and around his waist. He goes even deeper, sweeping my G-spot with each thrust and every withdrawal.

My breath is coming out in loud rasps as I pull on a handful of his dark hair to pull him in closer to me, deeper inside of me. His hands find mine and he pushes them up over my head interlocking our fingers. His thrusts are hard but deliberate and slow.

“Do you like that? Do you like how my cock fills and stretches that wet pussy of yours? Tell me what you like, Candace.”

My body rocks against the soft fabric of the bed each time he plunges into me. I open my mouth to respond when a hot sensation deep inside my pussy takes over my senses. “I think I’m going to come already, Brisban. Oh, god. You feel so good, this all feels so good.”

“Oh no, you don’t. Not yet.” He pulls out and I’m instantly mourning the feeling of him inside me. “This is not going to happen that fast.” His hand glides down between my legs. “You’re so beautifully wet.” He brings his fingers up and places them into his mouth. His breathing is heavy and needy.

Dear Jesus.

“Mmmm, just like I thought. You taste fucking perfect.”

I smile. “You do too.”

“You are a bad girl, aren’t you? You were fooling me all along.”

“Maybe you bring out the bad in me.”

He kisses his way down my body until he reaches that nub full of nerves. With both hands, he spreads my soft folds apart, opening me fully to him. His hot breath touches me before his soft tongue licks lazy circles around my clit then ever so gently sucks it, sending me into a frenzy. My legs instinctively clutch against his face, but he pushes them back open wide for him. Two fingers find their way to the entrance of my pussy and he thrusts his fingers deep inside me as he sucks my clit a little harder. My pussy clenches around him and I let out a whimper, throwing my head back and digging my fingers into the bed.

With every thrust of his fingers, I get wetter and wetter. His mouth retreats from sucking my throbbing clit before he glides his tongue up one side of my labia then back down the other. His fingers curl up and I let out a cry.

“That’s right, let me hear you. Are you ready to come, Candace?”

I nod my head. “Uh huh, yes … I am,” I whisper.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I’m ready for you to make me come.”

“That’s good. That’s what I want to hear.” His thumb circles my clit a few times before he lowers his mouth back down on it. The speed of his fingers increases as he begins to flick my clit with his tongue slowly, then faster and faster. The heat between my legs intensifies and my entire body tenses up. My toes curl and I stop breathing just before the most intense orgasm rips through me. I scream inaudible words as my body jerks beneath him.

I feel light headed—floaty and weightless.

My god, that was in-fucking-credible. “Jesus Christ that was … I don’t even know how to describe what that was.” I reach up and wipe the sweat from my forehead, running my hand through my hair. I look down at him and he smiles mischievously.

“Have you ever tasted your own pussy, Candace?” In shock at his very forward question, I shake my head back and forth with no verbal reply. His head dips back down between my legs as he breaks eye contact with me. Good god, does this man know how to go down on a woman.

So. Damn. Good.

Talking against my sensitive flesh, he says, “Well, you should. You taste amazing.”

Breathless, I will a few words from my throat. “Thank you. I've never been told that before. I just figure they all taste the same.” Abruptly he stops and penetrates me with a bold stare. Those darkened blue eyes assault me immediately. “Pussy most definitely does not all taste the same. And it's also not like those ridiculous books you women read either. It's not like honey or any of that bullshit.”

I give him an inquisitive look. “Well, since you seem to be an expert on the subject, why don't you tell me what it tastes like. What does pussy taste like, Mr. Calloway?”

A laugh escapes his full lips. Lips that were just seconds ago cradling my aching clit. The thought makes me even needier than I was moments ago.

“Pussy tastes like pussy.” He pauses to run his tongue along my swollen lips before continuing. “Only thing is, there is good pussy and there's bad pussy.” He slowly licks his lips.

The blunt words he just spoke would, in any other situation, offend me, but I'm so turned on by his candor that I can barely take it. “And what kind am I?” I ask, flirtatiously.

“Look at my face, Candace. What do you see?”

I scan his face, tracing his strong features with my eyes. Small beads of sweat just above his brow line glimmer and his jaw clenches with determination and self-control. “I see sweat and desire.”

“Wrong answer, Candace. My face is covered in juices from your pussy. I have practically bathed my face in you, so I’d venture to say, this pussy is good. Very fucking good.”

My face heats up at his comment. “You have such a way with words,” I say, flushed.

He rises, his very erect cock jutting out. My eyes can’t help but lock onto the beautiful piece of male perfection that is him.

“I tasted and devoured it. Now I want that beautiful pussy of yours to do the same to my cock.”

And with that he slammed into me. Hard. His self-control has met its breaking point and I am enjoying every second of his loss of control. With every drive and grunt he became more desperate in his movements. “You feel so damn good, Candace. Are you always this wet?”

I have no idea how to answer that question, so I don’t reply. I just wrap my legs around his waist and levitate my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust. He lets out a raspy moan and we move together in a perfect chaotic motion. His hands grasp mine, our fingers interlocking and I feel him tense into a rigid body of nerves. Suddenly, he slams into me one last time and lets out a sound that can only be described as animalistic. As he comes I feel his body jerk and twitch before it finally begins to relax. He rolls off me as our slick, sweaty skin is attacked by the cool air in the absence of one another.

“I’ll say it again. Good … very fucking good, Ms. Greene.”

“YOU HAVE A FUCK BUDDY. This is incredible. I’m so proud.” Janette has her feet propped up on my table eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. She showed up here first thing this morning to get all of the details.

“We are not fuck buddies. It was a one night stand. That’s it.” I shake my head as I pour my very much needed cup of coffee.

“Yeah, right. You know you’ll be going back for more and so will he.”

I sit down at the table with her. I can’t stop smiling. I should feel a little dirty for having sex with a practical stranger, but I don’t. And she’s right, I do want to go back for more. I just have no idea where or what the boundaries for this sort of thing are.

“We didn’t discuss where to go from last night. I have no idea what’s next. It’s not like I do this kind of thing regularly, Janette.”

She laughs. “Of course you don’t, but I promise you one thing. This guy will want more. Your booty call will happen. Just you wait and see.”

I crinkle up my nose. “Ew. I hate that term, booty call.”

“Oh, please. Fuck buddies, booty calls and sex. Who cares what you label it as. Just call it fun.”

“You’re insane.”

She gets up and goes over to put her bowl in the sink. “One hundred percent insane, that’s me. And you know you love my insanity.”

My phone buzzes, so I grab it and swipe the screen.

It’s him.

My heart automatically begins to race. It’s only nine in the morning and he’s already texting me.

“It’s him isn’t it?” Janette asks.

I look over at her and nod, grinning from ear to ear. “God, why do I feel like a stupid awestruck teenage girl all of the sudden?”

She grins. “Because you got fucked good last night and it’s new. New always turns people into gaga idiots. It’s fantastical. What did sexy old guy have to say?”

I shoot a frown in her direction. “He’s not an old guy.”

“Okay, well he’s not a young guy either. But older is cool. Don’t get all defensive. Tell me what he said.”

I look down at the simple but sweet text.

Brisban: Good morning, beautiful Candace.

I read it to Janette and she rolls her eyes.

Candace: Good morning to you too. How are you this morning?

Brisban: Sleepy. A sexy woman kept me up til the late hours of the night.

Candace: Oh, really? Hmmmm, lucky lady.

Brisban: Lucky indeed although I feel pretty damn fortunate myself.

Candace: That’s good to know.

Brisban: When can I see you again?

“Oh, shit … he wants to see me again.”

Janette shrugs her shoulders. “As always, I was right. So what are you gonna say?”

ROOM ELEVEN HUNDRED THIS TIME. I’m staring at the number as I take a moment to relax before I knock. Seconds feel like forever until the door swings open. He’s dressed in a solid black suit. His tie is loosened and he looks a little tired.

“I’m really glad you agreed to see me again. I wish it had been sooner though. A week was a long time to wait.” He pulls me into the room domineeringly and I’m taken off guard somewhat but nonetheless, I melt into his embrace immediately. His hands grip my waist tightly and a moan escapes his throat before his lips connect with mine. He tastes like whiskey.

He kisses me with a desperation that he didn’t kiss me with last time. “I really need this tonight,” he breathes warmly against my lips, licking and kissing his way down my neck then back up to my ear. “My day was pretty terrible and right now all I want to do is forget it while I reacquaint myself with this beautiful body of yours. Is that okay? Can we skip the talking this evening?”