My senses are on full alert because, not only am I solo in this club but also new to the area. I have no experience with thisenvironment or the types of people I'll encounter while I’m here. I step up to the bar and snap my fingers to the music while I wait for the bartender to approach me for my order. The bar is full of people, and I get lost in the beat as my hips sway, and I bob my head.
“I love a woman who appreciates great music.” A man walks up beside me with little decency for personal space.
Whoa. A dab would have done you, honey.
I fight my knee-jerk reaction to frown as my eyes water from the overwhelming scent of cologne. I can’t pinpoint the brand, but whatever it is should be banned immediately.
“I gotta fight every night to prove my love.” A newcomer with a husky rasp says as I see and then feel the presence of a dark brown hand that lands on my shoulder.
A giggle falls from my lips as I subconsciously lean into the newcomer which causes his dick to twitch against me. The man with the stinky cologne huffs before he walks away without another word. But I’m too caught up with the new man to reflect on his departure. Somewhere between this new man’s initial statement and the feel of his dick, I welcome the opportunity to be his woman, even if we are pretending to know each other.
My Lord!
My lower lips moisten the second I feel the thick and impressive bulge on my backside. The newcomer’s cologne tempts and entices me to go along with his recycled words.
“Hey, honey. We agreed you wouldn’t get your hands dirty today.” My voice is low and sultry as I slightly peer over my shoulder.
Shit! I’m taking this man home with me tonight.
“Did you get your drink ordered yet, smooch?”
Damn, you’re laying this lie on thick, playboy.
I smirk and shake my head as he nods before he puts his index and thumb together and whistles. This man got me feelinglike I’ve hit the jackpot by meeting the non-celebrity version of Trevante Rhodes. My poor pussy juices like a peach the longer we engage in intense eye contact. I’m definitely going home with this man because I’ll be damned if I let an opportunity to live out a fantasy that’ll never happen slip through my hands. It takes no time for me to get several drinks in my system before I hit the dance floor with my fantasy guy.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
The DJ has a slow jam flowing through the room, which allows me and this man to talk without it being awkward. I’m happy about the temporary reprieve because I need a minute to gather myself before I snatch his soul on this dance floor when the song changes again. The titillating scent wafting to my nose has heightened my libido. Between Korrena’s suggestion, this man’s handsomeness, and my desire to forget that I might feel something for my roommate, I need dick in the worst way.
“Does it matter?”
Hell no,my brain screams as I smirk and decide to lay my cards down like it’s the last one before I become the UNO champ.
“Since pleasantries don’t matter, come home with me.”
I could beat around the bush or spend unnecessary hours with this man on the floor, sweating up the room. Or I can just throw caution to the wind and expedite what’s going to happen anyway. I’ll take skipping pleasantries and getting to the dick for two hundred, please.
“I’m the squirrel with the nut you need. Lead the way, smooch.”
Uh, corny.
My smirk falters slightly, but luckily for him, my pussy has me too far gone to halt this rendezvous before it can get started good. The exit from the club is a blur as my one-night romp mate and I share a ride back to my apartment. By the time we arrive,the liquor I’ve consumed has me feeling nice and reckless. The minute we’re in the elevator, mystery bae pulls me into him and connects our lips.
“Mm.” I moan as my hands explore his impressive bulge, and my pussy thumps excitedly.
Merriment fills me at the thought of this man packing a third leg that’ll give me the perfect sleep remedy tonight. He grips my ass just as the elevator pings to let me know we’ve made it to my floor. Our steps are quick, and I nearly drop my keys as I insert the right one into the lock and push the door open.
“Damn,” he groans when I squeeze his dick through his jeans.
“Follow me.” I take his hand into mine and lead him to my bedroom as my head swims with sexual energy.
“I can’t wait to get your little ass out of these clothes.” The words echo against my back and are the fuel I need to keep going.
I push my door the rest of the way but don’t take the time to close it once we cross into my room. Instead, I do a small twirl as my hands roam over my body before I move to pull my panties down my legs. I smirk before I toss the garment at my plaything who inhales it without hesitation.
“Mm. You smell so fucking good.”
Our eyes meet as we take countless seconds undressing. My eyes stretch and bounce when a thick, veiny, sledgehammer comes into view, and my mouth waters.
