Maybe he did expect something for his two hundred dollars since he hadn’t inquired as to what I’d bought. I closed my eyes. There was no denying I wanted this man sexually but to give myself to someone probably two decades my junior was out of character for me. His mother could be my age. She could be my customer. I was the president of a bank. Regardless of where a person opened an account, all of our customers were considered mine.
My cell rang. His picture appeared. It was Fortune. Again. Maybe his calling was my awakening to take my fifty-year-old ass home.
And do what? Sit on the sofa by myself and watch the housewives? Let Fortune back in and listen to him talk to me as though he knew everything and I knew nothing?
This time Spencer picked up my cell, powered it off, then placed it in my hand. “I’ll start. You decide if you want to join me. We can do this now. Or we can do this later. But you know I’m going to make love to you,” he said, exiting the living room.
CHAPTER 17
Blake
Leave his apartment or stay? Sit on the sofa until he comes back? Take a shower with him?
I tossed my phone in my purse, untied my halter, removed my dress and panties. Placed them one on top of the other on the back of his couch. Exhaling, I picked up my drink, swallowed a mouthful of vodka, placed the empty glass on the mirrored coaster, then entered his bedroom.
Standing in the doorway of his bathroom, seeing the silhouette of his body made my heart race with lust. His ass sat high. His dick hung low. Spencer opened the glass door and extended his hand.
“Wow. You are so beautiful . . . to me,” he said.
His words made me feel desirable.
Spencer said, “Younger women want to fuck to impress. Mature women want to be sexed . . . real good. All women want to be loved.” He paused, then continued, “I got you, Fabulous.”
Sometimes all a woman needed was a man who cared enough to take his time, treat her like an angel, and Spencer was on point with me when he said, “Mature women want to be sexed . . . real good.”
That was what I’d come here for.
CHAPTER 18
Spencer
“Fabulous,” I whispered. “Don’t do anything you don’t want. But if we’re going to make love”—I paused, tilted her chin upward, stared into her eyes, then continued—“I want you here with me. It’ll feel better. Can you do that? For us.”
Nodding, she cried, covered her face, then turned her back to me. She let the shower wash away her tears.
“Why are you crying?” I asked.
Her voice trembled. “I, I barely know you.”
I could dismiss her emotions as her being on that premenopausal flotation or she might be one of those females longing for a man to show her some love. What I was feeling wasn’t that deep but I knew how to romance a woman with my sexy tone.
“You want this dick?”
Giving her a moment to respond, I soaped my hands with body wash, then squeezed her shoulders. My shit pointed straight up. I stepped closer. She shivered when my hard dick touched her spine. My six-two frame had a solid seven inches over her.
Fabulous was what I wanted. Maybe just for this moment. Maybe not. Depended on how the night went. I bet that Alexis would’ve taken charge. I liked a woman that took control like Charlotte. Make that a need. Passive chicks were cool but they couldn’t hold my attention.
She whispered, “Yes,” but didn’t move. Seemed as though she was mentally on some other page.
Repositioning myself in front of her, I said, “Let’s see if this can help you to stay focused.” I squatted, parted that sweet labia majora, closed my eyes. I teased her shaft. The tip of my tongue flicked on her clit.
She cupped her breasts. “Oh, my, God,” she said, grabbing my head.
That was chill. I stared up at her. “I knew you’d taste good but you have no idea how delicious your pussy is. Happy birthday, Blake.”
Standing before her, I penetrated her with my finger, then stroked her G-spot. Removing my finger, I slipped it into her mouth. What the water didn’t wash away, I asked her to, “Swallow,” then softly said, “Told you.”
Squatting again, I smothered her lips one kiss after another.
“Ohhhh!” she screamed when I gently clamped her clit between my teeth.
She pushed my head away. It probably hurt a little but if we were going to have great sex, I had to challenge Fabulous outside of her comfort zone.
I stood, turned off the water, then told her, “Come with me.” Escorting her, I motioned for her to sit on the edge of my king-size bed.
Fabulous stared at my dick, then waited for . . . I had no idea why my dick wasn’t in her mouth. Okay, chill. I took charge.
Walking to my oversize black leather chair in the corner, I nodded toward the seat. “Over here, bitch, right now.”
She frowned.
“Don’t make me come get your ass.”
Slowly, she approached. Firmly, I grabbed her hips, faced her toward the chair, pushed between her shoulder blades.
“On your knees, bitch,” I said in a commanding tone. “You gon’ take this birthday dick. All of it.”
I thought about the chocolate cheesecake in my fridge. I could get it and spread it all over her pussy, drizzle hot oil on her back, and eat her ass out from behind. She probably never had a dude do that.
She leaned back. I shoved her forward. Slapped her ass with this dick. “I said, on your fucking knees, bitch. Don’t make me ask again.”
If she were offended, she would’ve left by now, but I knew what she wanted. Kneeling on the chair, she braced her forearms on the top. Her titties leaned against the leather.
Sternly, I told her, “Back this sweet pussy up, place your knees on the edge.”
Fabulous wasn’t moving fast enough. I snatched her hips in my direction, shoved the crown of her head into the seat. She didn’t protest when her chin parted her breasts.
“That’s my gurl.”
I spread her cheeks. Let my tongue glide against her tight asshole. The tip of my tongue stretched to her clit, then to the inner left side of her pussy lips where most women had that sensitive spot. I revisited that asshole.
Smack! I slapped her ass. “Say something, bitch, you too quiet.”
“I have to make it to church to repent for this or I’m going straight to hell. I’m sure of it.”
“On second thought. Shut the fuck up!”
CHAPTER 19
Blake
Going from an old man who wasn’t comfortable saying the word pussy to a youngster calling me a bitch was a major turn-on.
I felt his finger penetrate my pussy. Pressing down, he circled my G-spot. Alternating the pressure against my now-plump tissue, his other hand played with my clit. He massaged my engorged shaft.
“Relax. You familiar with Lamaze?” he asked.
What in the hell? I said, “Yes.”
“Then breathe like you’re giving birth to my baby.”
I started doing quick, sharp breaths in and out of my mouth. Instantly, I got a pleasure rush all over my body. Rotating my hips, I began riding his finger like it was his dick. I felt my pussy throbbing.
“Fuck me!” I yelled. “Faster!”
Lightly touching my lower back, Spencer said, “Fabulous. Relax. Let me do my job. I’m not letting up and I’m not letting you up but you need to chill.”
I slowed my breathing. I was so wet I wanted to slam him to the floor, take control.
He rubbed his dick on my pussy, put the head in, then quickly pulled out. In. Out. Slow. In. Out. Fast. All I felt was the head. I thrust my hips toward him while he placed his hand on my ass.
“Fabulous,” he whispered. “I told you. I got you. Let me make the sweetest love to you.”
Now I wanted to cry. My pussy was on the verge of exploding. Containing myself in the heat of the moment heightened my internal awareness.
What he’d done next made me pause. My ears perked. I lifted my head. Doggie-style
never felt this damn amazing.
Whispering in my ear, he said, “Yeah, I just made your pussy whistle,” then he lowered the top of my head back toward the leather cushion. “Bitch, move again without my permission and I’m going to put this dick in your ass.”
Short, shallow breaths in and out my nose as though I was sniffling accompanied a desire for him to put it in my ass. Did I want a dick in my ass? Or not? His eargasm made my pussy juices flow. I moved my head side to side about an inch in opposite directions. Damn! Best to keep still.
Spencer’s finger massaged my G-spot. Removing his finger, he slid his dick all the way in. Out. Back in with his finger, massaging my G-spot. I knew I should’ve insisted on a condom but I didn’t have one. The pleasure of his flesh inside of mine made me crave all of him. Bare. But there were reasons to be responsible.
Spencer whispered, “The world can wait, Fabulous. Don’t make my shit go soft.”
His finger eased out of my vagina and his dick traded places. He pulled my back to his chest. Slowly. Gradually. He gave me more and more of himself until his head was so deep inside of me it couldn’t go any deeper.
His right hand cupped my breasts, then he pinched my nipples. His left played with my clit. At first it was gentle. Then he started applying pressure to the point of pain.
I covered his hands with mine. “Ease up, please.”
“Lamaze,” he insisted, not relinquishing the intensity.
Short, shallow, in and out my mouth. “I can’t take any more.”
He ignored me. Fucked me fast and hard with dick jabs like he was going straight for the knockout, not the technical.
“Damn, Fabulous. Your pussy is the shit. I’m about to go into the zone,” he said as he started twirling my clit hard.
“Ow!” I didn’t know which one hurt more, my nipple or my clit but his dick-head jabs gave me excruciating pleasure. Back and forth deeper and deeper he thrust. A minute later he pulled out fast and let go of my tit and clit at the same time.
What in the hell! Instinctively, I pushed like I was giving birth to his baby. My pussy juices splashed against his leather chair like I was pissing on myself. I screamed, “Oh, my, God.”
“Push harder, Fabulous. That’s a good girl. Push it all out.” Spencer held me until my fluids finished flowing. I knew what squirting was but this was my first time. Not sure if I can handle a second, I collapsed in his arms.
“Good job, Fabulous,” he said, kissing the nape of my neck. He escorted me to his bed. “Lay down while I clean this up.”
I eased into bed, laid my head on his pillow. He raised covers to my shoulders. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed but I was sure I couldn’t make it to the living room where I’d left my clothes and shoes.
After cleaning up the chair and his hardwood floor, Spencer lowered the sheets, wiped a warm towel between my thighs, then covered me back up. He tossed the wet rag onto his end table.
Getting into bed, he pressed his chest to my back. This time the head and shaft weren’t firm. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck.
“Happy birthday, Fabulous,” he said, hugging my waist.
I covered Spencer’s hand with mine, then I closed my eyes.
CHAPTER 20
Blake
Growing up in a five-bedroom home I had to share a room with my sister, Teresa. She was a year younger than I. My two brothers shared a room and my other four sisters did the same, two to each room. Mama’s room was the only bedroom on the first floor. She seldom slept alone. Her gentlemen friends came and went without our seeing them. Sometimes I wondered if my dad was down there. The moaning and grunting, much like what I’d done with Spencer, was what I’d heard through the vents somewhere between midnight and six a.m.
I stared at Spencer’s ceiling. His snoring turned me on. It was a light fluttering sound with a pause between breaths. My head was on his chest; his arm was around my back. I felt amazing. I wished I could wake up to this each morning.
Being the older middle child of a large family, I used to be an introvert. I stayed in my room a lot. At first studying was my excuse but when the As started flooding my report cards, I liked being called “the smart girl.”
Somewhere along my way, that Billy Blackstone . . . where was he? After I lost my virginity to him, I felt as though I’d shared myself with the right guy. My feelings of having sex the first night with Spencer were the same. He was the best I’d had and that included Billy.
Daybreak greeted me good morning as rays beamed through the blinds. I heard birds chirping outside his window. I kissed Spencer’s chest. He stopped snoring. There wasn’t much time before I had to leave but a quickie would be nice. Peeling back the cover, I saw his dick was hard. My breathing became heavy.
A churning in the pit of my stomach growled. Air moved in short waves then stopped. Squeezing my cheeks, I quietly planted my feet on the floor.
Spencer’s hand gripped mine. “Where’re you going, Fabulous?”
I replayed our sex scenes in my head, thrilled that I’d squirted for the first time. I wondered if he could make me do that again. Would we do it again?
The pain in my abdomen subsided. Bubbles rippled in the opposite direction but eventually this gas had to escape and I refused to embarrass myself. Pressing the button on his cell to check the time, I saw he had ten text messages and fifteen missed calls from someone named Charlotte.
“I have to shower and go. My daughter scheduled a hair appointment for me.”
His cheek pressed against the pillow. I fingered his earlobe. Spencer’s voice trailed off. “This early?”
Letting go of his hand, I answered, “Yes. It’s for six.”
Sleepily, he asked, “What time is?”
“Five o’clock.”
“I’ma check out the inside of my lids for a sec. You wore me out.” He faintly smiled. “Wake me so I can make sure you get to your car safely. Don’t want anything happening to my new lady.”
No time to respond. I hurried to the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the vent, sat on the toilet, and released a lot more than trapped air. A painting of a woman holding a little boy’s hand hung on the wall facing me. Their eyes sparkled. Their smiles were joyful. The little boy in a white shirt, tie, pants, and loafers was Spencer. The woman in an all-white dress and shoes was presumably his mom. It was just the two of them. His hand seemed to disappear in the woman’s grip. All that showed was his thumb.
I stared in the mirror and smiled. For a second my eyes beamed, not wanting my connection with Spencer to end. Suddenly, I noticed the short lines gathered beside my eyes, bags sagging below. Maybe I should get NeuBelle and have my teeth whitened. My lips uncurled. The lines and bags vanished. Perhaps I hadn’t noticed the wrinkles before because I hadn’t had a reason to smile ear-to-ear. I was genuinely happy.
Turning away from the mirror, I unlocked the door, then stepped into the shower. Water splashing against my naked body brought that kind of inside-out pleasure I hadn’t sensed in years. I wanted to exhale my excitement with a loud sound of satisfaction. Instead I contained it.
I hoped I’d see Spencer again. It was unrealistic to expect a relationship commitment with Spencer. With all the missed messages from Charlotte, seems like he had a situation similar to mine. In ten years I’d be sixty. He’d be? I laughed at the fact that I didn’t know the answer. All he’d said was, legal.
I washed my arms, neck, and breasts. Tears of joy emerged. Was Spencer sincere when he called me his new lady? I stopped crying. I’d heard quite a few lines in my time. Men claimed they cared, then they’d cut off communication unexpectedly. Spencer was the change I welcomed but I’d let him take the next step.
The bathroom door opened. “Your birthday is officially over but I still have a present for you,” Spencer said. Joining me under the water, he pointed the showerhead toward the wall.
He squatted then spread my thighs. Looking down at Spencer, he was staring up at me. His lips pressed to mine. Spenc
er inserted his finger inside my pussy. My body shivered with pleasure. I gasped repeatedly. If I had this every day, could I handle him?
I’d heard that dicks have muscle memory. Would his dick become bored with me? Was that why men enjoyed sexing different women? Who was this Charlotte woman and what did she mean to him?
Spencer stood. “You’re not here with me, Fabulous.”
Maneuvering behind me, he pressed his stiff dick between my butt cheeks. I felt the tip of his head thrust against my asshole. “We have to work on your ADHD, Fabulous. We haven’t explored what’s behind door number two,” he said, grinding. “I bet that’ll hold your attention.”
I faced him. “I’ve had the most amazing time but I have to go or I’ll miss my appointment.”
“Stop by the restaurant later. I want to see you and your new do.” He stepped out of the shower as though he wasn’t asking.
I dried myself off, put on my dress, my heels. He eased into a pair of black sweatpants and a gray T-shirt. “You can leave your goodies here if you’d like. We can do a Groundhog’s Day.” Pressing his lips together, he smiled.
Why not, I thought. I had two weeks off from work. I blurted, “Let’s go to Vegas for the weekend.”
“I’ll get the tickets today, Fabulous. Text me your info.”
Wait. What just happened? “I wasn’t serious.”
“Fabulous, you worry too much. You have to learn how to live in the moment.”
His hand cupped the nape of my neck. He pressed his lips to mine, opened his mouth, then slid his tongue past my teeth. I swallowed his sweet breaths and his saliva. Softly, at first we exchanged back and forth. Hungrily, he began to devour me and I did the same.
Gently, placing my hand on his chest, I pushed him back. “I’ll drop the money off to you by noon for my ticket.”
Spencer shook his head. “It’s your birthday. You’re my treat. I got you.”
I left my bags on the royal blue bench by the door to have a reason to come back to his place tonight. He escorted me to my car.
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