by Brenda McIntyre
Simone was through feeling sorry for herself. Jacob had
broken up with her just before Christmas. The bastard. She had already bought
his present, a pen with screwdriver, a stylus for smart devices, a level, a
ruler, and a flash drive. At least the
store took it back.
But now it was January. Simone figured she could go on
feeling sorry for herself or go out and start living her life again.
She called Chanel on a whim.
“Wanna go out? Maybe to the club?”
“Ooo!” Chanel exclaimed, “I’d love to, but I’m still paying
for Christmas.”
“I hear ya,” Simone agreed.
They chatted a bit more before hanging up.
Simone was determined she wasn’t going to let her breakup
with Jacob get her down. It was a new year, damn it, and she was going to
remake herself, with or without her best friend.
She chose an outfit for herself: a short black skirt and a
gold off-the-shoulder top. She had a pair of gold strappy sandals which matched
the top. She decided to let her auburn hair hang loosely about her shoulders.
The club was crowded. More crowded than usal. Not that
Simone went often enough to know what “usual” was.
There was this one guy dancing with practically every girl
there. He was trim and athletic, with sandy hair and a strong jaw. He wore an
azure shirt which was unbuttoned, revealing a white V-neck tee beneath, and
khaki pants. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and a thin sheen of
sweat covered him as he executed his moves on the crowded dance floor. And he
could move, too! Simone had little doubt he was excellent in bed. Too bad every
woman in the place was vying for his attention.
Simone was here for herself, after all. Not for some hot
dancer with all the moves and all the girls. She turned back to the bar and
ordered a daiquiri.
“I’ll get that,” said a soft yet rugged voice next to her.
It was the dancer. He had somehow extricated himself from
the mob of women and was taking a seat next to her at the bar.
“I can pay for my own drinks,” Simone said.
The dancer smiled, revealing dimples in the stubble on his
cheeks.
“I knew you were different the moment I laid eyes on you,”
he chuckled, shaking his head.
“You noticed me from the dance floor?”
“Sure,” he replied. “You were the only woman in the place
who didn’t seem desperate.” He smiled, showing his dimples again. “I’m
Raphael,” he added, extending his hand.
“Simone,” she answered, taking it. His grip was firm and
strong.
The bartender placed a daiquiri in front of Simone. Raphael
ordered an Abner.
“Not your usual MGD guy?” Simone observed.
“I like my beer like I like my women,” Raphael quipped.
“Unique.”
He placed his hand on top of hers.
“That’s why I noticed you,” he added as the bartender set
down his beer.
The two drank and chatted.
“Raphe,” a busty blonde said, placing a hand on his
shoulder. “Come dance with me.”
“I’m all danced out, babe,” he said and took another sip of
his Abner. His eyes were a remarkable shade of blue.
“Listen,” Raphael said after the blonde had left, “it’s
crowded here. Why don’t we go back to my place?”
Simone gulped the mouthful of daiquiri and stared at Raphael
wide-eyed.
“I didn’t mean that the way it sounds,” he said, holding up
both hands for emphasis. “I just thought we could talk somewhere quieter.” He
looked over his shoulder toward the dance floor. “Maybe get away from the
crowd.”
Simone’s heart fluttered. He wanted to spend time with her. Just her! Quietly, she took another sip
of her drink.
“I think I’d like that,” she mused as she finished off her
daiquiri.
Despite what she had said when Raphael sat beside her, she
let him pay for the drinks.
“I suppose I can follow you,” she said. She didn’t want to
rely on him for a ride. Especially if it turned out he was dangerous or
something.
“No need,” he replied. “I live on the next block.”
He put his arm around her as they walked. It took her by
surprise, not because it was unwelcome, but because she could sense his
strength and confidence. She leaned close to him against the night chill. He
wore a musky cologne.
His home was modest, but warm and inviting. She could tell a
man lived there, as Raphael hadn’t bothered to clean up some minor clutter.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said as if reading her mind.
She gave his arm a squeeze. “I didn’t come here to see your
place,” she teased.
“Have a seat,” Raphael said with a sweep of his arm toward
the couch in the living room. “Can I get you anything?”
Simone kicked off her shoes. She was feeling a slight buzz
from her daiquiri. She wasn’t a big drinker.
“Just company,” she answered.
Raphael removed his own shoes and socks and sat beside her.
They chatted into the night. He owned Second Chances, a small high-end resale
shop in town. Simone loved the place, and shopped there often. She was a hair
stylist.
She kissed him. She knew she shouldn’t. They had just met.
But this was a fresh start for her. A new beginning.
He grasped her shoulders with his strong hands. His tongue
pressed into her mouth.
She moaned and slipped the blue shirt from his shoulders. He
wriggled out of it and kissed her again.
“You sure you wanna do this?” he murmured.
“You don’t?” she asked in reply.
He kissed her again, deeply, tugging at her top, wanting to
show her how badly he wanted it. She raised her arms, letting him pull the top
off and away. Her breasts bounced with newfound freedom.
“My god,” he breathed. He reached for her, caressing her
breast tenderly, sending a tingle through her body. He pressed his mouth to her
nipple and sucked. She cooed and ran her fingers through his sandy hair.
He paused for a breath and she quickly pulled off his tee.
She ran her palm over his pects until he leaned in and sucked her erect nipple
again.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” he whispered
when he paused for breath again.
Simone stood. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood before
Raphael in nothing more than a black thong.
“You’ve never done it on the floor?” she purred.
He stood. He couldn’t decide if he should take Simone in his
arms or strip off his pants first.
She decided for him. She stepped close and kissed him
tenderly as she undid his pants. She knelt as she gently tugged them down.
His cock tented his boxers. She brushed her fingertips over
it through the fabric.
“God, baby,” she gasped. “You’re so big!”
She pulled his boxers down. His hard member caught on the
waistband and she stretched it wide in order to free him. His thick cock bobbed
as she helped him step out of his pants and boxers.
She could only marvel at its size. She said nothing, but let
her fingertips play over it. He sighed, watching her.
She looked up into his eyes as she continued to caress his
manhood. He groaned.
She brought her fingertips around to her thumb. The
thickness of his shaft wouldn’t let them quite meet. She began slowly stroking
him. He groaned and levered his hips, sliding his massive meat through her
fist.
“Easy, baby,” she whispered. “We have all night.”
She kissed the underside of the shaft. A single drop of
pre-cum oozed from the tip. Simone bit her lip and smiled up at him.
She traced the tip of his dick over her nipple, leaving a
trail of his arousal. Then she lifted her breast to her mouth and kissed the
pre-cum away. She giggled. She liked the sweet taste.
She brought his prick back to her mouth and tongued the
head. He moaned and thrust his hips forward. Another bead of pre-cum appeared
and she kissed it away.
He moaned again and pressed the head of his cock to her
lips.
Simone giggled. “Seems like you’re about to blow your load
already!”
“Unnhgh,” he groaned. “With what you’re doing to me...it’s
hard not to!”
She purred and pressed his cock between her breasts. She
held them tightly around his manhood as he pumped back and forth a few times.
Then she laid back and slipped her thong off, exposing her shaved pussy.
“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me now.”
He laid on top of her and kissed her deeply. His cock
pressed against her hip. She squirmed, desperate to feel him inside her.
His lips moved to her collarbone. Then her breast. He licked
a lazy circle around her nipple before taking in his mouth once again. She
cooed and stroked his hair.
He kissed lower. Her belly. Her hip. She moaned in
anticipation. He kissed lower, just above her wetness. She cooed again as his
tongue lapped her labia. Slowly he pushed his tongue into her wet quim.
She squealed and squirmed. He fucked her with his tongue,
sliding it in and out of her wetness. Her musky taste made him all the more
aroused, and his cock throbbed with desire. He moved again, kissing up her
belly. As he took her nipple into his mouth again, he thrust into her.
She moaned as his big cock stretched her. He began fucking
her slowly. In and out. In and out. He moved to kiss her mouth and she placed
her hands on his ass. In and out. In and out. Loving her with every inch of his
cock.
He grunted, moving his hips a little faster. In and out. In
and out.
She moaned and squealed. “Oh, Raphael! Oh, yes, Raphael!”
She rocked her hips up to meet his. He groaned and fucked
her with fervor. Flesh slapped against flesh.
She moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around him as orgasm
overcame her. Her pussy clenched his cock as he continued fucking her. She
ground her hips in wet circles.
Raphael fought for control, fought to keep from cumming,
though he desperately wanted to. As Simone’s orgasm subsided, she placed her
hands on his hips.
“I never finished that blowjob you were enjoying,” she
murmured.
He gave one more thrust and kissed her deeply. Then he
dismounted her.
She sat up even as he rose to his knees. She took his
throbbing cock in her fingers and kissed it, tasting her muskiness on it. He
groaned as she licked her juices from his shaft. He was close. So close!
She wrapped her lips around it and began bobbing her head,
sucking. He thrust forward, threatening to choke her with his meat. She placed
her hands on his hips, trying to limit his movement. With a grunt he grabbed a
handful of her hair and thrust again viciously, making her gag as he fucked her
mouth.
It wasn’t long before he cried out. His hot seed spurt down
her throat. Simone swallowed until she thought he was done. As he cock pulled
free of her lips, two more spurts splattered over her face. Simone giggled.
This was going to be a good year.
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