No lie. I came the moment Keston’s lips touched mine. It started in his car when I sucked on his beer-and-peppermint-tasting tongue and slipped my hand down the front of his pants and discovered the anaconda that snaked halfway down his thigh. This man is a walking, talking fantasy.
One-night stands are tricky. You don’t want to bring some unknown brother to your house, hung or not, and you don’t want to roll over to his crib in case he’s one of those crazy muthafuckas with a basement that you’ll never walk out of. So as a compromise, we head over to the closest hotel—in this case the Marriott Marquis. A little fancy and expensive but neither one of us wants to drive to a dive on the outskirts of the city.
At the front desk, dude pulls out a roll of cash that could choke a fucking horse. Just great. I’m a DEA agent about to hook up with a possible drug dealer for a quickie. Any thoughts of backing out of this shit disappear the moment he turns toward me and flashes those sexy dimples.
“Enjoy your evening,” the perky blonde behind the counter says, handing Keston a pair of card keys.
“We intend to,” he says with a wink.
I blush. Fuck. I haven’t done that shit since junior high.
We don’t even have the patience to wait to reach the room. The second I enter the small glass elevator, Keston pushes me up against the glass and starts slowly grinding against my ass while reaching a hand down in front of me and squeezing my pussy. There’s a few people milling around in the bars and restaurants below, and more scandalously, they can see us. That shit gets me off.
“You know that I’m going to bust this shit wide open, don’t you?” His warm breath rushes up against my ear and causes my nipples to look like giant marbles sitting up in the center of my chest.
“You got the dick,” I pant. “But do you know how to work it?”
He flips me around and looks me dead in the eye. “You’re about to find out.”
A minute later, we’re in the room, ripping off each other’s clothes. He’s so fucking strong that when he yanks off my jeans, my body is jerked up in the air for a few seconds. “Goddamn. You’re a fucking brick house,” he says, admiring my frame.
I’m about to say something smart back, but that’s just when his boxers hit the floor and I’m introduced to that big-ass cock in person. “Oh … shit.”
A sexy grin hooks the side of his lips as he gives his fat cock a few good strokes. “I sure hope that you ain’t thinking about backing out now.”
Eyes still wide, I shake my head and watch that chocolaty monster grow a few more inches in his hand. I reach out and run my fingers along the entire length, loving the way it feels like silk. As a rule, I don’t put shit into my mouth until I get serviced first. Why the hell should I put in a five-star performance on a two-star nigga?
Reluctantly, I pull back and inch my body to the center of the bed. His gaze tracks me while I slide my legs open and give him a good look at the strawberry and cream I got waiting on him.
“Nice,” he says casually, but he doesn’t just dive right in. Instead he pulls up one of my legs and starts peppering kisses along the bottom of my foot while his dick rubs against my thighs. Oh, shit. I got myself a freak. I’m stunned for a few minutes until he sucks in my big toe and makes me cum right on the spot.
“Holy shit,” I pant, blinking stars from my eyes. I’m just mildly able to recover before my beloved freak dips his tongue on the small spot behind my right knee. I shoot off again. What the fuck? All along my body, Keston zeroes in on all my G-spots. There’s quite a few that I didn’t even know I had. By the time he settles in to feast on the honey bubbling up around my clit, my mind is blown and my shit is sensitive.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I try to inch away because I need to catch my breath, but he makes it clear that he’s not having any of that.
“Where are you going?” He chuckles, pulling me back and then spanking the hell out of my clit with his tongue.
“Aaaaahhh.” I grab his head and try to push it away, but he’s stubborn as an ox and doesn’t move an inch. I try to wiggle away again, but he has my ass locked down.
“Mmmm. Cum on my face, baby. Give me all you got.” He licks, smacks, and moans like a starving man, and when he plunges his fingers into my pussy and starts stirring it around, I nearly black out. This muthafucka ain’t even fucked me yet.
“I bet you ain’t had no nigga eat this pussy right, have you?”
“N-no.”
He plunges his tongue in so deep that he literally cleans all four walls. Holy shit. Fuck a freak. He’s a certified pussy monster.
“I’m going to show you how the big boys do it, baby.” He shoves two fingers in my pussy and then pushes a third one into my ass. Like a bottle rocket, I blast off, screaming a whole lot of goddamns and oh my Gods.
When I finally start pulling air into my lungs at a normal rate, this nigga climbs up and starts coating his dick with the pussy juice that is streaming down my leg.
“Come and get you some of this candy, baby.” He’s still gazing at me like I’m T-bone steak, so I know my pussy is just getting a small break while I try to impress him with my head game.
Dizzy, I sit up and reach for his iron-straight shaft. My mouth waters while I run my tongue down the side. It might just be my imagination, but he even tastes like chocolate. I don’t stop at the base of his cock. I keep going until I teabag his nuts, sucking each one into my mouth lovingly.
“Awww. Shit. I see you got game.” He chuckles.
Smiling, I work my way back to the head and immediately give him a couple of jawbreakers to start him off. He jumps and sucks in a breath. When I set a good rhythm, Keston pulls my hair back away from my face so that he can watch me work. Within minutes, precum starts to drip from the tip, and I gobble it up with as much gusto as he showed me.
Clearly he’s not completely the man of steel, because his legs start to tremble and shake the bed. “Ssss. Get it, baby. It’s in there for you.” He switches hands on my hair and starts pumping his hips.
I can deep throat only about half his dick, but it’s enough to squeeze the head and get him to call on Jesus for a few seconds. I slide my hands around his waist and then drop them lower to get a good grip on his firm ass. Just when I think that he’s about to blast off, he pulls back. His dick springs out with a pop and then swings like a pendulum in front of my face.
“Get in position.”
I blink stupidly at him.
“Any position you want,” he says, grabbing his cock and stroking it. “Just make sure your ass is comfortable.”
Given his size, I figure it’s best to just take him in a half-doggy-style, where I’m up on my knees but my shoulders lie flat so I can play with my clit while he squeezes into my wet pussy. I’m scared and excited at the same time. I’ve never had a dick his length and width. I’m hoping this shit feels good and not like I’m about to have a baby.
Keston sidles up behind me, leans down, and plants a big-ass hicky on my right ass cheek. “You ready, sweetheart?”
More honey drips from my pussy and slides all down my hand. “Give it to me.” I wiggle my ass and then try to push up on the dick myself.
“A’ight, Ma. Calm down. I got you.” Keston slaps my ass, and while I wince from the slight sting, he slides into my glazed pussy. Immediately, my mouth drops open into a perfect circle as inch by inch I try to take all of him in. After a while, I feel like this brother has worked his way to the back of my throat. “How you doing, Ma?”
“Ooooh.” That’s all I can manage to get out.
“Awww. You like that?” He doesn’t make me take him to the balls, but he starts stroking and opening my ass cheeks so he can watch his work. “Shit. You got the kind of pussy a nigga can fuck up and fall in love with.”
Meanwhile, I’m mentally climbing the walls, struggling to catch my breath and just absolutely loving the magic this man is working in between my legs. Where in the hell has this man been all my life?
In no time at all, he has my pussy smacking, squishing, and making all kinds of funky noises while I’m moaning, groaning, and downright talking shit myself. Now that he’s gotten me wide open, I’m taking him straight to the balls, and the bottom of my pussy is threatening to fall out. “Oh God. Oh God.”
Keston keeps bucking his hips. “Your pussy falling, baby. Are you about to cum?”
“Y-yeeessssss.”
“Did I tell you that you could cum?”
“W-whaa …?”
Without warning, he pulls out and plops onto his back. His dick is completely glazed with our sex juices. “C’mon over here and clean me up, Ma.”
Eager, I crawl to him and sink my mouth down over his shaft. Chocolate and honey. I’ll be lucky if I don’t go into diabetic shock.
“That’s it. That’s a good girl.” Keston pulls my hair up into a ponytail with one hand and reaches over to slide his fingers into my pussy with the other. “Make sure you get every drop,” he says.
While my tongue is mopping him up, Keston finger-fucks me to another orgasm. I scream out while his dick is halfway down my throat. I gag, choke, and spit all over his shit. Even then there’s no rest. He pops me on the ass and instructs me to climb up. Now that I’ve been stretched open, my body swallows him easily. Once I’m on top, Keston crams his finger with my pussy juices on it into my month and orders me to suck and buck at the same time.
Beneath my bouncing breasts, I peep out the big-ass smile spread across his face and know that he is having just as much fun as I am. It’s blowing my mind how much we’re synching together. Our bodies act and feel as if we’ve known each other our entire lives.
For the rest of the night we fuck like dogs—literally. I’ll get a nap in and then we’ll go again. I’ve never met a man who has this much energy. Keston is always careful not to cum until he’s ready. When he does, it’s a full load blasting all over my flat abs and tits. It’s hot, sticky, and sweet.
“How do you feel?” he asks, massaging his cum into my skin with the bottom of his dick.
“Wonderful.” And it ain’t a lie. Shit. I feel like a brand-new woman with my pussy still creaming like a muthafucka. After that, I just pass out. Vaguely I think I hear a cell phone going off. Keston answers it, mumbles a couple of words, and then curls back against me with his sausage dick resting between the buns of my ass.
When I wake up the next morning, the bed is empty and there’s money on the table. “No, the fuck he didn’t.”