“Get out!” she shouted. “I don’t care if I never see you again.”
Keenan’s gaze took in the length of her body. Did she know that there were soap bubbles racing down her legs? And did she have any idea what that was doing to him right now? His gaze finally slid back up to her face and his heart squeezed.
Jalila sucked in a small gasp because she recognized the raw desire written across his face. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. But her body was already responding. Her nipples were suddenly hard and aching. “It’s not going to happen.”
Keenan moved forward, his eyes locked with Jalila’s.
She wasn’t aware that she’d started holding her breath, but her lungs started to burn as hot as the rest of her when he stood mere inches away from her.
He reached up and caressed the side of her face. When she closed her eyes and shivered, Keenan smiled like the devil he was. Removing her hand from the doorknob, he pushed the door closed.
At the soft click, Jalila knew that she was doomed.
Keenan whispered a command, “Look at me.”
Jalila’s lashes fluttered open and she stared into eyes so black with desire that she nearly erupted with her first orgasm.
“If there’s one thing I want you to know—” he hooked his finger onto her silk belt “—it’s that I will never forget that night.” With a gentle tug, the belt slid open, exposing Jalila’s curvaceous body. Keenan’s gaze drifted down her face while he licked his lips. “Look at you.” He cupped one breast and ran the pad of his thumb against its hard nipple.
Jalila shivered again and tilted back against the door for support.
“You like it when I do that?”
She nodded and, as a reward, he took possession of her other breast. His thumbs circled and counter-circled, causing thick, hazy clouds to form in her head.
“Ooh, yeah. You really like that, don’t you?” Keenan leaned forward and brushed a feathery-light kiss against her open mouth. “I betcha I can have this anytime I want to, can’t I?” He lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around a wet, strawberry-scented nipple.
“Oh, God.” Jalila’s head fell back with a sigh. In the back of her head she knew this whole thing was crazy. How could she just let him come roaring back into her life like this? What right did he…?
Keenan’s mouth abandoned her large breasts to travel south. Jalila lost the ability to think clearly. On his knees, Keenan was eye level with her pulsing cherry. She waited, dying with anticipation and fearful that he was about to make her beg for what she wanted—needed from him.
Sensing her impatience, Keenan glanced up and smiled. “Open your legs.”
Without hesitation, she did as he commanded. With their eyes still locked, Keenan pressed a soft kiss against her lower lips.
Jalila groaned with disappointment. It wasn’t enough, she wanted more.
“Did you kiss that brotha today?” he asked hoarsely.
“What?” She struggled through the lusty haze in her brain to make sense of his words. Who on earth was he talking about?
Keenan kissed her pussy again. “I saw you showing off your body to him today.” Another kiss. “Strutting in your bikini, tryin’ to get a brotha hard. Maybe you want him here tonight?”
“No, I—”
“No?” Another kiss. This time he slipped in his tongue and took his time letting it slide across her clit. He watched as her knees start to fold. “It sure looked to me like you wanted that steroid junkie. You’re trying to tell me I’m wrong?”
“Y-yes,” she confessed and then realized that it was the truth.
“Open it up for me,” he panted, his desire cracking his voice.
Jalila reached down and exposed herself before his greedy eyes.
Keenan sucked in a ragged breath. “Look at this pretty pussy.” He leaned forward, gliding his tongue in as far as it could go, his nose breathing in her feminine scent.
“Awww,” Jalila sighed, her knees bending farther until they rested against his shoulders.
He curled and uncurled his tongue against her G-spot, sapping her liquid candy. She was so sweet and hot, he couldn’t stand it. His cock pounded against its confinements and throbbed for release. While still lapping up her juices, Keenan reached down and freed his erection.
Tears swelled in Jalila’s eyes as she ground against Keenan’s loving mouth. A tidal wave of pleasure rushed through her as she seemed to climb higher and higher on the clouds in her mind. She could feel the crescendo building, her soul being swept away by forces unseen.
While stroking himself, Keenan worked his mouth and tongue as if it was qualifying for his own Olympics. At the feel of her clit pounding double-time, he knew his baby was on the verge of her first orgasm. To make sure that he would receive every drop, Keenan reached for her legs and helped her hook them around his shoulders so he could support her full weight.
Then he went to town.
“Oooh, Gaaawwwdd, Keeeeenaaaan!” Jalila’s muscles quivered, once, twice and then a rush of honey poured from her body and into Keenan’s mouth. But it wasn’t over. His thorough cleanup had her right back where she started from: on the brink of insanity. This time her hand was buried in his short hair and she kept his face smashed against her honeypot. After her second orgasm hit, Keenan climbed back onto his feet.
Thinking that it was her cue to return the oral favor, Jalila started to sink to her knees, but Keenan grabbed her elbow. “Touch me.”
She blinked, confused.
He took her hand and glided it to his steely erection. The moment her soft hand wrapped around him, Keenan felt a few drops of cum slide from the tip of his thick mushroom head. “See what you do to me, baby?”
Slowly, Jalila’s fingers stroked his long shaft. Their eyes remained locked until he dipped his head and slanted his hot mouth against hers. What was it about this woman that intoxicated him so? Why hadn’t he been able to walk away as he had so many times before?
The temperature in the house climbed. The lovers were headed into sensory overload. Someone moaned, or maybe both of them did, they weren’t sure. They only knew that this night was just beginning.
Keenan broke the kiss so he could bury his face in her hair and nibble on her earlobe. “God, I’ve missed you,” he gasped. “I miss how you tremble when you come. I miss how you scream out my name.”
Jalila smiled, loving the knowledge that she had touched him. Why else would he sound so jealous?
“I ought to make you call that Popeye-wannabe right now and tell him who fucked you good the other night.”
He wouldn’t!
“I sure the hell would,” he said, as if hearing her thoughts. “Look at you, shaking. You want it right now, don’t you?”
“Y-y-es.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around to face the door. “Humph. Telling him that you ain’t had any in two years.” He stripped the silk robe from her shoulders. “Ooh.” He cupped her firm ass and gave it a good, hard squeeze. “Girl, you just don’t know what I’m about to do to you.”
Jalila stood still with her breasts press firmly against the cold front door while she listened to Keenan strip out of his clothes. Then there was the rip of a condom packet. It seemed like forever before he touched her again, but when he did, it wasn’t with his hands or mouth, but with the tip of his dick.
“Spread your legs.” Instantly, her legs sprang apart, wrangling a soft chuckle from him. “Aren’t you the eager beaver?”
She smiled at the double meaning, but then her eyes closed when he started teasing her pulsing clit with his dick instead of just entering her and ending the torture.
“Work up that booty for me,” he said, kissing her shoulder. He grinned when she hesitated. “Oh, you must want me go home then?”
“No.”
“Then let me see you pop it.”
Jalila snapped up her hips and let her butt jiggle against him. She felt ridiculous and started to gigg
le.
“See. I knew you had it in you,” he praised and popped her on an ass cheek. That just caused it to jiggle some more.
“Please, Keenan,” she said, not wanting to play anymore. She wanted him. Now.
“Please, Keenan, what?” he asked, rubbing his dick against her wetness, then all on and around her clit. “What can I do for you?”
“Please, I need you inside of me.”
“Need me inside of you? What’s with all this proper stuff? It’s just me and you here, baby. Tell me what you really want.” On her shoulders his kisses turned to little nibbles and then finally he was planting huge passion marks across her back.
She hesitated.
“I can’t give you what you want until you tell me what it is,” he reasoned.
“I want,” she panted. “I want…”
Again, he laughed at her trying to be all proper. “You want me to fuck you, Jalila?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then tell me you want to be fucked.”
She wiggled, trying to tempt him into entering her, but he was having none of that.
“Say it,” he ordered, teasing her with just an inch of his dick at the edge of her sex. “Tell me you want to be fucked.”
She closed her eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”
“What?” He pressed forward, giving her another inch.
“Fuck me, Keenan. Please, fuck me.”
“As you wish.” With a smile, Keenan slid gently into her slick, but tight body. Once he was buried up to the hilt, he rotated his hips in a deep grind. “I ought to call that steroid brotha you were with tonight and let him hear how I got you wide open right now.”
“Awww.”
“Mmm-hmm. You hear how this pussy is talking back to me?”
Their bodies slapped, while fresh honey poured down Jalila’s legs. She cried out in ecstasy. Within a few strokes, she was struggling to catch her breath. “That feels so good,” she moaned. “What are you trying to do to me?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” he said, breathing heavily. “When you wake up in the mornings, I want you to think of me. When you’re at work I want you to think about me. And when you lie down at night, I want you to reach down like this—” His slid his arm down between her legs and zeroed in on her hot spot. “I want you to play with this pussy and remember how I tear this up, each and every time.”
Keenan was grinding as deeply as he could, hitting her back G-spot like the home-run king.
“Oh, my…awww…I’m cooomming,” she moaned.
“Well, come on then, baby.” His flat abs bounced hard against her firm booty, causing it to wiggle and jiggle like Jell-O.
Jalila started coming, screaming and crying at the same time.
Keenan was next. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and stroked so hard and deep that it sounded as if the front door was about to bounce off its hinges. “Ooohh…Jaaalilaaa,” he growled. What poured out of him felt like rocket fuel blasting him into the stratosphere. When he finally drifted back to earth, he discovered himself panting against the back of Jalila’s shoulder.
Pulling out of her, Keenan turned and headed toward the stairs.
Jalila knelt on shaking legs and retrieved her robe. “Where are you going?”
“To your bedroom,” he said simply and then glanced over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“Good.” He winked. “Now get your fine ass upstairs.”
Chapter 16
Jalila was positive that she was paralyzed from the neck down. When the morning sun peeked through her bedroom’s high windows and warmed her naked body, she couldn’t find the strength to so much as lift her toes she was so exhausted. The same thing couldn’t be said for her Energizer lover. Clearly he had awakened with a morning hard-on and was looking for a hole to bury it in.
“I know you’re awake,” he whispered.
Jalila moaned.
Keenan chuckled. “What happened to all that bragging you were doing last night?” He pulled her closer so that she could curl up against his hard frame. “I guess that means I won and you owe me breakfast in bed,” he said, kissing her mussed hair and then her shoulders.
Breakfast? “Uuuh,” she groaned. No way was she going to be able to climb out of bed and actually do some work.
“You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Should I tell you what I’d like to eat?” Keenan eased a hand down in between her thighs. “Something sweet,” he murmured. “Something that I can really sink my mouth into.” He brushed aside her hair and then nibbled on the base of her neck. “I want something that smells like strawberries but tastes like honey.”
Finally understanding his meaning, Jalila smiled. “Oh, is that right?”
“That’s right.”
She turned her head and her long lashes fluttered open.
Keenan smiled. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.” She noticed the droplets of water in his hair, sparkling like diamonds in the morning sun. “You already took your shower?”
“Just got out.” He brushed a kiss against her nose.
“No fair. I wanted us to take one together.”
Keenan’s eyebrows hiked. “Well, a man can never be too clean.”
She laughed and then scattered kisses against his scruffy chin. “You need a shave.”
“I thought you’d like the rugged look.” He leaned down and rubbed his cheek against hers.
Jalila squealed at the irritating friction. When she tried to roll over so she could face him, every muscle in her body screamed. All those positions last night had come back to haunt her.
“My poor baby.” Keenan helped her roll over. “I told you not to try that spinning helicopter move again.”
“You did no such thing.”
He shrugged. “Well, I meant to, but I was too busy rolling my eyes to the back of my head.”
Jalila laughed.
“Now what are we going to do about my breakfast?” he inquired.
She smiled wickedly into his twinkling brown eyes and couldn’t decide whether what she felt for him was the beginning of love or just lust. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”
“How about I show you?” Keenan slowly inched down the bed, raining kisses down her body as he went.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re insatiable?” she asked.
“No. Because this only happens when I’m with you,” he admitted, cupping his large hand beneath her butt.
When his tongue dipped inside to taste her body’s morning honey, Jalila released a long dreamy sigh and stretched her head back against the pillows. This was one hell of a way to wake up in the morning. In the distance she heard a door slam close. A second later, Cujo was barking up a storm.
Keenan’s head popped up. “What in the hell?”
“Oh, hell, it’s that dog again,” someone’s voice drifted up from outside her window.
“Omigod! It’s nine o’clock.” Suddenly it hit with a backup generator of strength, and Jalila scrambled out of bed, wrapped the top sheet around her body and raced to her window.
“Okay,” Keenan said.
“The camera crew!”
“Awww hell.” He finally bolted out of bed, but then tripped over the sheet that she had stretched from the bed to her body over at the window. He hit the floor with a thud and then bounced up as if he was made out of rubber. “Where’re my clothes? What did I do with my clothes?” He scrambled around in a circle, frantic.
Ding-dong!
Woof! Woof!
“Oh, God. What are we going to do?” She glanced around, raking a hand through her hair.
“I need my clothes. Where’re my clothes?” He sounded like a broken record.
Woof! Woof!
“Did you bring them up here?”
“What?”
“You undressed downstairs, remember?”
Keenan slapped his hand against his forehead.
“Jalila.”
“What?” She turned around.
“You can’t go down there like that.”
She glanced down. “Oh, right.” She found her robe near the foot of the bed and then raced to the door.
“Hurry,” he hissed.
“I’m hurrying. I’m hurrying.”
Once again, Jalila was racing toward the front door. Keenan’s clothes were right where he’d left them—discarded on the floor.
Woof! Woof!
“Cujo, stop!” She unlocked the front door and poked her head out.
The cameramen were already standing ten feet back.
“Can you guys give me a few more minutes while I put my dog away?”
“Sure. Sure. Take your time,” one of the guys said. “We’ll wait.”
Woof! Woof!
“Thanks.” She closed the door and then rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Cujo. Let’s go in the backyard.”
Cujo, of course, put up his usual struggle. When she finally got him into the backyard, she tossed him a doggy biscuit and then raced toward the stairs. “I’ll be back down in a second,” she yelled toward the front door and bolted up the stairs.
Rushing into the bedroom, she handed Keenan his clothes and then doubled over to try to catch her breath. “I’d better jump in the shower,” she mumbled.
“No. No. No.”
“No?” She glanced up and then blinked at the shredded mess Keenan held up. “What the hell?”
“Look at my clothes,” he said, alarmed.
Her bewilderment only lasted a few seconds. “Cujo,” she whispered. “I am so sorry. Cujo must have gotten bored and just…”
“Sorry? Now what am I supposed to wear?” He held up his pants—little more than thin strips dangling from a waistband.
“Well, maybe you could wear something of mine,” she suggested.
“You have men’s clothes here?”
Jalila shook her head. “Well, no. Not exactly.”
He frowned. “Then what on earth could you possibly have that could fit me?”
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