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Authors: Tracy Brown

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As they reached the huge master bedroom on Bryson's guided tour, Celeste gasped. The room was triple the size of her own and the only things inside were a king-sized bed, sitting atop plush cream-colored carpet, and a huge wooden armoire. One plant stood in the corner, as tall as a ballplayer. This was a lovely place for a single man to live alone. She realized that she was in the big leagues for real now. This was a fine brother with legitimate money, old money. He was as charming as ever as he led her back downstairs and poured her a glass of her favorite drink. He poured himself a shot of Patrón and sat beside her. Kanye's “Graduation” played at the perfect volume, and Bryson's cologne caught her attention again.
“You smell good,” she admitted. “What are you wearing?”
He smiled. Perfect teeth. “Thank you. Unforgivable.”
She smiled back. “It's nice.”
She thought she caught him blushing. She loved this southern boy's charm. “You always look this nice when you go to work?” he asked.
Celeste glanced at her black pencil skirt, Stuart Weitzman heels, and cleavage-baring ruffled blouse and smirked. “If you call this sexy,” she purred.
Bryson nodded. “That's definitely what I call sexy. But I thought you were sexy from the minute I saw you at the party.” He sipped his drink.
Celeste crossed her legs. “Thank you.” She looked around at his home once again. It was sparsely decorated but so lovely regardless. “How long have you lived in this big house all by yourself?” she couldn't help asking.
“Since about a year ago. At first my sister lived here with her husband and their kids. But they all moved when her husband got a job in Columbus. I moved into this house about two years ago.”
“No woman to share it with?” Celeste wasn't necessarily auditioning for the part. But Bryson seemed almost too good to be true.
He shrugged. “I thought I had that. But it didn't work out, you know what I mean?” He sipped his drink again. “Her name was Desiree. She had a daughter named Tiffany. I really thought I was gonna get married and have the whole perfect family.”
Celeste was intrigued. “And? What happened?”
He smiled at her impatience. “She cheated on me. Not like one-night-out-on-the-town-with-your-girls kinda cheating, either.”
Celeste laughed. “Is that what you think girls do when we have our nights out?”
He chuckled and watched her swallow her Hennessy. “Well, you know what I'm trying to say. It wasn't just like a onetime thing that maybe I could forgive over time. She was still fuckin'—pardon my language.”
“No, it's fine,” Celeste assured him. “Shit!”
He laughed, and so did she. Bryson continued, “She was still fuckin' her daughter's father behind my back. I'm playing daddy to his kid and she's still letting him hit it. It was crazy.”
“It sounds crazy.” Celeste wondered why his ex would be so stupid. Here was a man who seemed to have it all. What was he lacking that would cause her to slip back to her deadbeat baby daddy? Celeste sighed, wondering if Bryson had a little dick. That would explain Desiree's problem.
“What about you?” Bryson asked, snapping Celeste out of her thoughts. “Where's your man?”
She threw her hands up. “I can't find him!”
The two of them laughed and Bryson refreshed their drinks. He slid back into position, a little closer to her this time. “He'll come when you're not looking.”
She liked having Bryson this close. “Well, I didn't see you coming up behind me at the bar when we met. Does that count?”
He smiled, his lips so close to hers that she breathed his air. “Yup.” He saw a sexy look of passion in her eyes. He liked it. She was in a naughty mood and he could tell. He kissed her.
Celeste tongued him expertly and he was drawn in. Her aggression was a turn-on! He pulled her closer to him and Celeste took the initiative once again and straddled him. He smiled. She kissed his face, feeling the Hennessy. Bryson was open. He liked Celeste's whole style.
She pulled back as if suddenly aware of what was happening. “Damn,” she said, smiling and touching her lips softly as if she could still feel the kiss there.
Bryson looked into her eyes. “Don't pull back now. I won't bite.”
She wanted him to bite her. She wanted him to fuck her, ravage her, devour her completely. But she knew that she shouldn't let him. Bryson was a good catch. He had a broken heart and she wanted to play her cards right. “I shouldn't be this aggressive,” she said coyly. “You're used to southern belles.”
He wouldn't let her climb off of him. Instead, he grabbed her ass and held her there. She liked it; he could tell by the slow smile that crept across her face. “I can get used to this,” he assured her.
She stopped trying to fight it. She kissed him and he held on to her ass like it was a life raft. She had no idea what she was in for. He was gonna tear her little ass up. Her lips tasted so sweet. Celeste was feeling the effects of the cognac, and she aggressively unfastened Bryson's belt and unzipped his slacks.
His lips spread into a sexy grin. “That's what you want, huh?”
Celeste simply nodded and unleashed his thick, juicy dick, which was already hard and ready for action.
Size couldn't have been Desiree's problem
, Celeste thought.
Stupid bitch!
She rubbed it, kissed it, stroked him, until he was panting her name. “Look
at you,” he whispered. He was loving it. She stopped and sat back breathlessly, and Bryson unbuttoned the blouse she wore, unleashing her breasts. She kicked off her shoes and he tugged off her skirt. She led him to his own bedroom and he anxiously followed. Celeste climbed into the bed and Bryson climbed on top of her.
Celeste was in paradise. Bryson buried his face deep inside her pussy and ate her like lunch. She was gone. By the time he came up for air, strapped on a condom, and entered her, she was eager to feel him inside of her. He stroked her like an expert, careful not to hurt her with his ten inches but forceful enough to ensure that she felt him.
“Ohhhhhhhh … ohhhh …
shit
!” Celeste moaned with pleasure and he watched her facial expressions vacillate involuntarily. “Yeah!”
He switched up his rhythm and she followed his lead. Stroke for stroke she matched his intensity, and he was feeling that. She made him want to really fuck her. When Celeste turned over and stuck her ass far in the air as if she needed him to get it, he panted. “Shit! You want to get fucked tonight?”
“Yes!” Celeste grabbed the sheets as Bryson plunged his dick deep inside of her, stroking her so well that she moaned from deep in the pit of her soul. He was taking her there! Celeste shrieked when he slapped her ass, spanking her as he gutted her. “That feels sooooo good!” She was coming and he felt it. But he wasn't done. He turned her over onto her
back and threw both of her legs over his shoulder and dug her out deep. Celeste could hardly stand it. She hadn't been fucked this good in years. Bryson squeezed her breasts and pounded her out. When he finally came, she could feel him pulsating inside of her. His orgasm was long and intense and he shuddered as the last of it came forth. Breathlessly he lay beside her.
Celeste could hardly look at him. He had fucked her so well that she wanted to get away from him, but at the same time she wished she never had to leave. She reached for her clothes and he pulled her back in bed. “Don't get dressed. Don't fix your hair or nothing. I'm only gonna fuck it up again.” He smiled at her and she smiled back. For the rest of the night, he sexed her as if she were the last woman alive. She slept like a newborn child that night, with not a care in the world. Bryson lay beside her fast asleep. And in the morning he greeted her with round two.
 
 
Ishmael could tell she was coming. His face was buried in her moistness, and her juices dripped down his chin as he feasted on her expertly. He sucked on her softly and glided his fingers in and out of her wetness. Her knees began to quiver and her voice rose several octaves. He knew he had her now.
“Oh … my …
God
!!!!!!!!” Robin screamed as she came in Ishmael's mouth, her body convulsing involuntarily. She
grabbed his head and pulled him deeper into her, and he loved every moment of it. He lapped up her creamy center eagerly. For two nights straight she had been Ishmael's dessert after she was done with work and he was done with his hustle. Robin's sister had been kind enough to look after Hezekiah while Robin snuck over to Ishmael's secret apartment both nights. Her sister had been more than happy to watch her nephew, since she could tell by Robin's cheery demeanor that she was finally getting some. To her sister, it was about time! Robin needed to start living before life passed her by.
Right now she had never felt more alive. Ishmael finally came up for air and he kissed her inner thighs, which were still shaking from the explosive orgasm he'd just given her. She breathed heavily as he maneuvered himself sensuously up the length of her body, stopping at her breasts and sucking on them separately. Slowly, he dipped the head of his dick inside her wetness, feeling her legs still trembling.
“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered, still teasing her with the tip of his manhood. “Let me in.”
Robin did. Slowly he stroked her, the rhythm making her feel weak with ecstasy. He was hard as a rock and she was loving every second of it. She clung to him, pulling him deeper inside of her, and he smiled.
“You want all of it?” he asked.
“Yes!” she answered breathlessly.
Ishmael slid his hands beneath her, palming her ass with
both hands. He plunged deep within her sugar walls and Robin let out a deep moan. Damn, she had some good pussy! She was tight and wet and so warm inside. He couldn't get enough of her.
Robin had let go of all of her inhibitions. This man was the king of lovemaking! She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground herself back at him, matching his strokes with equal intensity. Ishmael tried to hold back his ejaculation. He wasn't ready to come yet. This was getting too good.
He put both of her legs up on his shoulders and stroked her deeply. “Damn!” she exclaimed, and Ishmael knew just how she felt. He had been with many women in his lifetime but could not ever recall a woman who made him feel like this. Suddenly, she pushed him off of her, catching him completely off guard. Before he could protest, Robin pushed him onto his back and straddled him, plunging his ten inches deep inside her as she rode him. Her hips swiveling like a belly dancer, she worked him into a frenzy until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her by her hips to get her to slow her pace before he came too soon. Robin looked into his eyes and smiled.
Ishmael smiled back, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately. He was beginning to wonder if he had met his match. Robin smiled once more. “Can't take it?” she asked with a smirk, still grinding her hips but slower this time.
Ishmael liked a challenge. “I can take it,” he assured her.
Robin wanted him to prove it. She began to ride him once again with the same intensity as she had moments
prior, and Ishmael did all he could to hold back. He didn't want to give her the benefit of knowing how she had him. He bit his lower lip, willing himself to hold back his orgasm. Noticing this, Robin began to bounce up and down on his dick, her breasts jiggling enticingly. Ishmael reached for them and stroked her nipples and then he felt it. He couldn't hold it any longer.
“I'm gonna come!” he roared, wrapping his arms around her waist and thrusting himself deeper inside of her. She could feel him exploding within her and she clung to him breathlessly. The two of them lay together afterward, breathing heavily and reveling in the feeling. Silently Robin leaned over and kissed Ishmael's luscious lips. Then she sat up and slowly walked to the bathroom, her legs feeling like spaghetti.
Ishmael heard Robin turn the shower on and he lay there, dazed. She had been blowing his mind for two straight nights, and each time was better than the last. He felt weak and had never felt that way after sex before. Usually he felt energized and ready for more. But not with Robin. She took all that he had and then some!
When she came out of the bathroom, she strolled over to the bed naked and he watched her. She bent over and picked up her clothes and began to get dressed. Ishmael immediately protested.
“You don't have to leave so soon,” he said. “It's not like I got shit to do, and your son is with your sister, so—” He
caught himself sounding like a bitch and cleared his throat. “I'm just saying if you don't want to go I'm not forcing you to.”
Robin nodded. “I wish I could stay,” she said. “But I have a paper to hand in tomorrow and I have to finish it.” She pulled her T-shirt over her head and leaned over to kiss Ishmael on his soft lips. “I'll call you when I get off work tomorrow.”
Ishmael nodded, wanting her to stay but not wanting to beg. He watched her slip her feet into her Coach sneakers and waved at her as she walked out the door. When she was gone, he asked himself what had come over him. Robin was making him weak.

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