I moved around, but he grabbed my hips to stop me from wiggling. His hands inched up my legs, and as he kissed them, it inflamed the fire within me. He kissed my calves, and the inside of each thigh before he got to the hotspot I urgently needed him at. I wished he would hurry up, only because my toes were starting to curl. He moved slowly to my vaginal area, teasing the minimal hair on my pussy with his tongue. It slithered inside to get a taste, and that caused me to wiggle even more. He added his fingers to the mix, and I couldn’t hold back my screams.
“Where in the hell did you come from, Jaylin? I . . . I can’t take this shit anymore!”
“Well, I can,” he arrogantly responded, continuing on with his foreplay.
Trying to catch my breath, I bit down hard on my lip. Jaylin played with my nipples and made love to my navel with his tongue. Soft and delicate licks were being placed on it and as his hands rotated my breasts, there was no way to put out this fire. His mouth was fierce. Yeah, I’d said it before, but it was something that needed to be repeated. My body was yearning for more, and when I looked into his eyes, I spoke with the truth.
“I want to feel it again,” I whispered. “Put it in me and make me cum again.”
“Ask,” he said. “And you will receive.”
His dick was already near the opening of my slit, but he only put half of it in. His fingers touched my clit and before he started his rotations, he tossed out a question. “Who owns this pussy,” he asked. I didn’t respond, so he inched further in. I gasped and that’s when he leaned his ear in closer to me. “Let me try this again. Who owns the pussy?”
I knew he was teasing me, which was so unfair. “Do . . . don’t play with me, Jaylin. Just give me what I want.”
My insides expanded more, but he halted his movements. “I’m going to hold out until you tell me who owns this pussy.”
I was wet as ever, and it was the wrong time to question me. Besides, why do men ask that stupid question anyway? Every woman knows, at this point, they will say anything to get the job done. The real decision was to tell the truth or tell a lie? Was this really Jaylin’s pussy? He really wouldn’t know if it was or wasn’t, but by the way he had my pussy talking, hell yeah it was his!
As I debated whether or not to tell him my answer, he started to pull out.
“Now, why would you go there?” I asked. “You already know what’s up.”
Those gray eyes went straight to my heart as he stared at me. “You know what I want to hear. Say it, or let’s be done with it.” I couldn’t believe that he backed up again. He was serious as hell about me saying it. “Say it,” he ordered.
“Say what?” He was starting to piss me off and my voice rose to a higher pitch. “Damn it, Jaylin, you own thi—”
Before I could finish, he slammed his dick into me as far as it could go. I squeezed in my stomach and my whole body shuddered. Oh God, heaven, I thought. His full package was delightful and I had created one slippery wet mess between my legs. Pumping faster and faster, Jaylin began to sweat. With smells of sex and lavender surrounding us, I quivered with anticipation. I repositioned my legs around his neck, allowing him to gain further access into my pussy that intensified the feel of ecstasy. From the licks of fire echoing through my body, I knew when I came it was going to be a bursting release.
Jaylin was close to completion. I could tell by his sighs and moans as they got louder and louder. I started clenching my pussy with every glide. Since I couldn’t touch him with my hands, I begged him to place his lips on mine. He satisfied this sensory need at first, but when he had enough of my lips, he sucked my nipples. Doing so made my tunnel throb and he quickly returned to it.
As hard as he was banging me, I just knew I might be in need of another bed. I was holding onto the headboard so tightly that my fingers were hurting. Starting to cum made me squeeze my legs tighter. I screamed Jaylin’s name, and he quickly un-cuffed me. He picked me up and we slammed our bodies against each others, as if this would be our last fuck on earth. To have one orgasm was great. To have multiple orgasms within the span of seconds was magical. I wasn’t sure I could survive it. Men always think dying while having sex is the best way to go. If this would be what it was like then hell yeah dying like this would be wonderful. Only thing, I wasn’t ready to die yet, and I damn sure wanted dick like this forever.
Surging into my body Jaylin whispered, “I will always own this pussy, whether you want to admit it or not. Yeah, I know . . . you love this dick, don’t you? You love to fuck it and suck it! You love when my cum coats your pussy like frosting on a cake. Don’t you baby? Don’t you!” he shouted with veins showing up in his neck. Well damn, I thought. I guess I do love it. We screamed together and it pleased me that I was capable of taking him to that level. Many had tried, but many had failed. No doubt, I felt accomplished.
Rolling over me, Jaylin plopped down on the bed. My body was still vibrating, but I turned on my side. I traced from his nose to his beautiful lips.
“I think that’s it for me,” I confessed. “I can’t go another round.”
Of course, he boasted. “I probably could go a couple of more rounds, but if you can’t, I’m good. What we’ve been doing sure has filled my tank. This was one explosive encounter and I doubt that I’ll ever forget it.”
He got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, where he removed his condom. With his back to me, he washed his goods. It wasn’t long before his fine ass was stepping back into his clothes and that made me get up to put my robe on. I walked Jaylin to my door, and before he walked out, he turned and kissed me. “Stay sweet,” he said, holding my face with his hands. “Never underestimate who you are and always remember whose pussy this really is.”
I nodded, and if we never have another night like this, the memories of those lips will forever be burned into my soul. Saying goodbye, Jaylin gave me another peck before walking out the door. Damn, I thought. Fantasies really can come true.
The End
Book Club Meeting
Fans were already being passed around the room. “Somebody crack some windows, open the doors or turn up the air conditioner,” someone shouted. This definitely wasn’t a church, but there were many fans being waved throughout the room and we all needed to cool down after that one. Shelyse’s admission to what she and Jaylin had done sparked a thirty minute conversation about the difference between making love, having sex and fucking. By a show of hands, the results were shocking. Many women chose fucking, especially with a man of Jaylin’s caliber.
“That’s why I was like forget the love thing,” Shelyse said. “No need to go there, especially when we don’t even love each other. I had some serious needs that day and it felt so good to just…just let it all hang out!”
Many laughed, some left in awe. Either way, nobody could deny that Shelyse and Jaylin had taken steamy sex to a whole new level.
“Hey Shelyse,” a woman said. “Is it still Jaylin’s pussy or have you found a replacement?”
Shelyse giggled. “Replacement, no. I’m settling right now, but what I’m settling for isn’t so bad. Jaylin left his mark on me, but I’m still a little concerned about men who always trying to claim a woman’s pussy. You just can’t do that, and if it can walk away from you, there’s no telling who it will walk to. I’m just saying.”
So many agreed and we all felt as if it were so tacky for men to spill those words during sex.
“Normally, it’s a turn off for me, but Jaylin was the exception,” Shelyse said. “I thought we were about to jump up and start fighting, but when he dipped that potion into my motion, I had to change my mind.”
I threw my hand back at Shelyse, knowing that she was defeated before it ever got started. Her admission that “Jaylin’s dick was like a genie that gave away wishes” was the truth and I was in no way mad at her for making her wish come true.
“I had a wish, too,” a lady said, coming all the way from the back row. “I wished that Jaylin wouldn’t steal any business away from
me, but he took that and then some. Let me tell you that it’s a very thin line between love and hate and I learned it the ‘HARD’ way.”
“So, I guess since you put quotes around the word hard, this may have something to do with Jaylin’s penis?” I asked.
The woman gave me a devilish grin and introduced herself as Veronique.
There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
Veronique
Jaylin Jerome Rogers was considered to be the most successful Investment Broker in Miami, perhaps in the state of Florida. I considered myself to be the female Jaylin Jerome Rogers—arrogant, confident, successful, a body to die for, and sexy as hell. What I want, I get . . . well, most of the time. Right now, I was pissed off at my competition for charming the panties off one of my richest and most sought after investors and stealing a million dollar real estate deal that should have been mine. Mr. Rogers and I have certainly been down this road before and the bullshit had to end NOW! I sat at my desk, typing away on the keyboard and cursing his ass out in numerous e-mails. I’d even left threatening voice messages on his cell phone, but to no avail. It wasn’t until late Friday night that he called me back, and I listened to his demanding voice over the phone.
“Meet me tomorrow, on my yacht,” he snapped. “We can discuss what’s on your mind, and we need to talk about your emails and threats. I’m not with that shit, and even though I’ve never met you, I didn’t think a woman could get that down and dirty with her choice of words.”
“When need be, I can. Just make sure you’re there tomorrow and I’ll see you soon.”
I slammed down the phone and couldn’t wait to tell him how I felt about being snubbed by him.
By four o’clock the next day, I was boarding his huge magnificent yacht, the SSLJ that reeked success and money. My anger increased with each step as I checked out the white vessel with navy blue trimmings. It must have been forty feet long and rivaled any cruise ship on the high seas. I had to admit, Mr. Rogers was damn sure living the good life. I had never met him personally, but his reputation preceded him. In the business circle he was known as a fearless and ruthless businessman and a ladies' man. I'd seen pictures of him and they were . . . aw-ight. I knew of women whose panties got wet at the mention of his name. And the names that they called him: Jay Baby, Cherry Popper, Sugar Monster, Ding Dong Man, Big Daddy, Bedroom Bully, Superman, Mr. Fabulous . . . well, we’d just have to see about that. Many women say that once you've had his nine-plus inches, you are hooked! Me, I admired his intelligence and business savvy, which added to his already millionaire status. He had set the bar high for the rest of us in the business, and that was very impressive. Although we've never met, we do serve some of the same clientele and both of us have reaped the rewards of being very good at what we do. What pissed me off was when he fucking seals the deal in business transactions. I guess when it came to females who wanted to invest their money, if they could get prime property and fringe benefits, so be it. Usually, I wouldn't give a damn who he screwed, because I always got mine however, whenever, and with whomever I wanted, but damn, I wanted to get paid, too!
As I rounded the deck, I collided with this gorgeous, handsome hunk of a man smelling of Issey Miyake. His bedroom gray eyes were to die for, and the white golf shirt he wore hugged his abs and mountain stacked six-pack. His black shorts revealed a bulge that possibly showed he was happy to see me, or was the bulge his actual size? Not to be distracted by his sexiness, I inched back and lifted my finger to his face. "You bastard,” I spat. “You fucked my client and stole a deal that should have been mine! I hate you and how dare you take something . . . anything from me!"
Jaylin rubbed his trimmed goatee, looking at me as if I were crazy. He quickly shot back in a nonchalant manner. "Well, if you say I stole business away from you, then I guess I did. But don't blame me if your business skills are as cold as your sex life. Bring your hot ass in here and let's discuss this."
I followed Jaylin into an immaculately decorated office, while eyeing his jaw dropping backside. I was so sure that I wouldn’t get caught up with his looks, but without even knowing it, he was slowly breaking me down. Inside of his office, there was a long cherry-wood table covered in a rich blue velvet fabric. It also included a well-stocked bar, floors covered with soft white carpet and a plasma TV that covered a whole wall. The walls were draped with silky navy blue fabric and framed awards and certificates covered portions of the walls. He quickly turned around, causing us to be very close. So close that when I bumped into the front of him, I felt his dick jump. My pussy started to pop, and before I knew it, I could feel the drip-drops coming down. Jaylin smiled behind the lustful gaze in my eyes, but only cleared his throat. He extended his hand to a nearby leather seat.
"Take a seat,” he invited. “Would you like a drink?"
I sat down, doing my best to play hard to get. “Sure. A drink would be nice.”
I watched his swagger—tight ass and rippling muscles—move to the bar. He came back with a bottle of Remy and poured us some drinks. I crossed my legs and my black mini dress rose up, revealing my caramelized tanned, sexy legs. I wore no panties, only because I hated to wear them. Jaylin’s eyes scanned up my legs, checking out the well put together presentation. He seductively licked his lips from one end to the other. I took a swig from the glass, and then placed it on a table. I turned to him, watching as he sat next to me, tossing back his drink.
“Mr. Rogers, don't think your smooth talking, alcohol, and anxious dick can get to me like they do other women. I’m not here to play this game with you and I seriously want some answers.”
His calmness fired me up! And so did that damn smirk on his face. “Call me Jaylin, and do away with the Mr. Rogers thing. Also, I’m gon’ need you to loosen up, baby, and that tone doesn’t suit you. In case you’re worried, I won't hurt you, and if I do, I promise to hurt you in a good way.” He winked and took a few more swigs from his glass. I sighed, trying to tone down my attitude, just a little.
“So, uh, I gather from what you’ve said to me, women are talking about me, huh? I'm not surprised; I leave one hell of an impression.”
My brows went up and I shrugged. “Well, unfortunately, not a good one with me. I'm so mad at you, I could—”
Jaylin swooped in so fast that I could barely get another word out. He lifted me from the chair by my waist, while thrusting his snake-like tongue in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was being backed up to the cherry-wood table. His tongue tasted so good, and all I could do was run my fingers through the soft curls in his hair. Things were getting intense, and with one hand, he swept the bottle of Remy, books, and papers to the floor. The loud crash startled neither of us, and he lifted me onto the table. He stared into my eyes, ripping my dress off with one tug. I anxiously pulled his shirt over his head, and scrolled my hands down his carved chest. I pushed his shorts and briefs down, eyeballing his smooth dick that popped out long and throbbing. Hard dick to juicy awaiting pussy, he forced monster dick inside me—all nine- plus inches. It felt soo-oo goo--d, I almost cried. His skillful tongue slithered a hot trail down my neck, teased my breasts, and played in my belly button. Still determined to get revenge and take control, I wrestled to mount him. I was able to do so, and looked down at him as I rode him like a jock.
“No you didn't criticize my sex life, did you?” I asked.
“If I did,” he moaned, while squeezing his fingertips into my rocking hips. “I now have a change of heart.”
I tightened my vaginal walls like a viselike grip around his goods, and arched my back, popping my ass each time I came down on him. The sounds of blistering sex taking place, and our sweaty bodies rocking together, turned us the fuck on! The more we insulted each other and talked dirty, the hornier we became. Our curses turned to moans, groans, and whimpers as we fucked the length of the table, me on top, then him on top, rolling, rolling, rolling until our bodies shuddered and rocked—like the waves rocking the yacht. ~~~~~~~~~~~
I took deep ex
hausting breaths, trying to regain my sanity and remember that I came here to diss Jaylin’s ass. I scrambled from his embrace, fell off the table and landed hard. My bitch mode kicked back in, "I still hate you for backstabbing me on that deal.”
Jaylin reached for my hand, helping me off the floor. He stood naked in front of me, moving in very close. “I love feisty ass women, I swear I do. As far as the deal goes, do you mean like you've played me so many times before? You really don’t want to go there, do you? I guess you didn't think I knew about the underhanded shit you've pulled on me, but a man like me knows everything.”
I inched backwards, feeling a bit unsure. “But I came so close to landing that deal. Then Jordan met with you and the rest is history.”
He touched his goatee, staring at me long and hard. “So, uh, let me get this straight. You assumed that I fucked her and you think that’s why the deal turned in my favor? Assumption is a motherfucker and don't assume nothing when it comes to me.”
I bit my lip, thinking I’d possibly gotten a few things wrong. “Well, but I—”
Jaylin quickly cut me off. “Baby, that's the problem. You just can't come close to making shit happen, you have to go in for the kill. Like this.” He reached for my waist again, and being so close to his body I was caught in a trance.
“Show me, My Dick Master. How is it that I’m supposed to go in for the kill?” I asked.
“I’m showing you right now.”
Jaylin had already bent me over the table. He hiked my ass, spread my cheeks, and worked his way in with ease. While giving it to me doggy-style, his hands roamed my body, touching every hotspot that he could find. I put the hound dog into another position, and dropped to my knees. This position was one of my favorites and I suspected he'd never been here before. On all fours, I continuously inched forward across the room with him glued to my ass, never missing a stroke.
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