“I had a really nice time,” I confessed, resting my head against Jaylin’s strong arm. “Thanks for inviting me to go out with you. I know my girls are upset with me, but I’m sure they understand.”
“Yes, it was nice and the night is just getting started.”
While in the elevator, things got a little steamy. We started to kiss and Jaylin backed me up to the mirror covered walls. His hands swayed along my hips and he grinded his hardness against me. I unbuttoned his jeans and reached my hand deep down inside of them, touching his rock solid ass. It was soft, though, and I had a very tight grip on it. My dress inched up, and he pulled at my lace panties, ripping them away from my sweaty skin.
“Turn around,” he said between our deep kisses, but I didn’t want to let his juicy lips go. From the thought of what was about to enter me, I then turned around. Jaylin hit the stop button on the elevator, and then moved my legs apart with his feet. As my naked ass was in his sights, he secured his arm around my waist. His lips pecked down the side of my neck and his hand dropped low to my pussy. His fingers fondled me from the front, and when I bent over, his dick entered me from the back. I felt so fulfilled—stuffed more like it. My pussy was so gushy and wet, you could hear it talking sweet melodies to him.
“I love the sound of that,” Jaylin said. “Has our time together been worth it so far?”
I was barely able to say one word, but I did scream out, “Yes, hell yes!”
My ass was bent far over and Jaylin was giving it everything he had. His long strokes had me going crazy and if I squeezed my fists any tighter, I was sure to break my perfectly polished nails. It wasn’t long before I had an orgasm and he came too.
“I had a feeling this pussy would be everything that I needed it to be, but let’s get the hell off of this elevator and finish up in your room.”
I was all for it, and as the elevator started to move, I lowered my dress. Jaylin tucked that big dick of his back into his jeans, but it wouldn’t stay there for long. As soon as we got back to my room, Jaylin removed my black and white off the shoulder mini dress, right after I closed the door. I removed his shirt and pulled his jeans down to the floor. He tossed his clothes into a chair, and as I was bending over, trying to unfasten my stilettos, Jaylin asked me to leave them on.
“Stay in that position,” he ordered. “And hold your ankles—tight.”
I had no problem doing as he’d asked, because Jaylin knew what the hell he was doing. Every inch of him thrilled me, and you best believe that all of it was deep within me. So deep that I massaged my achy stomach and tightened my eyes from his hard, yet rhythmic stroking.
From one position to the next, we traveled from the couch to the table, from the table to the bed, from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the balcony. Orgasm after orgasm rang out and I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t ready to call it quits. I couldn’t decipher who was the naughtiest, him or me? Had to be…both of us because the dirty words that we spewed could be heard in the attached rooms.
“Damn, this good pussy, baby. You in this muthafucking room breaking a brotha down!”
“It’s this big-ass dick, Jaylin. I love this dick and you’ve got to give me more of it!”
“All you have to do is ask, and . . . you know the rest.”
Jaylin had me his way for a while, and then I ordered him on the bed. I took care of his nine-plus inches, slurping him up with a variety of juicy fruits in my mouth and cold chunks of ice. He loved every bit of it, and the naughtier I got, the more turned on he became. He busted one hell of a nut, but I didn’t let any of his fluids go to waste. It took a while for him to regain his strength, but when he did, we wound up in the sauna where the naughtiness was happening all over again.
This time, Jaylin laid me down on the bench and gently kissed the insides of my burning thighs. His tongue swiped across my kitty, and obviously liking how it tasted, his tongue traveled further inside of me. To no surprise, Jaylin made the kitty purr with three to four more orgasms. Every time I tried to back away from the feeling, he would pull me back to him. He dined on me for a while, leaving no leftovers whatsoever. Finally, I had my chance to stand over him as he lay on the bench. I did a straight split down on his steel pole, riding him like only I could do it. He came, I came, and then we came together. I don’t know who had the most orgasms that night, but both of us were damn sure satisfied.
At nearly three o’clock in the morning, we chilled in Jaylin’s suite watching movies. I almost hated that our time together was coming to an end, and I hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. I lay close to him in bed with my head resting comfortably on his chest. My bottom half was covered with a sheer black thong, and my breasts were bare. Jaylin didn’t have on anything and his hand was behind his head. Several pillows were propped behind us, making us very comfortable.
“So, where do we go from here?” I asked while squeezing my arms around his chest.
“Don’t know. You tell me.”
“I know it may be a little too late to ask this, but are you with someone or married?”
“Both.”
“Good answer. And I wish you would have said something earlier. Besides, where is your wedding ring?”
“Sometimes off, many times on. I’m having some issues right now, but if I had told you that I was married, would it had made the difference?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. Can’t really say, but at least I know where we stand going forward. I guess I’d better enjoy this while it lasts.”
I got off the bed, deciding to do a little dance for Jaylin. At a time like this, my stripper pole would come in handy. Since I didn’t have it with me, I put on a show without it. I turned on “Sex Room” by Luda, and then stood in front of Jaylin, swaying my curvy hips from left to right. As I moved right to left, his eyes did not blink. My arms crossed behind my head, raising my already perky breasts even higher. My nipples were erect, causing Jaylin to scroll his tongue across his lips. I turned in slow, tranquilizing circles then lifted my leg behind my head. Jaylin’s eyes traveled straight to my neatly shaved pussy.
“I’m not going to be able to take much more of this,” he said in a low voice. “Wrap it up and bring that pussy to me.”
I put on my show for at least another fifteen minutes, and once it was over, we indulged ourselves once again. I swear this was almost like a dream, but the good thing about it was, it was a dream come true. I had waited a lifetime to find a man like Jaylin, and who would have thought that I’d find him at a little cozy resort.
We both had exhausted ourselves, and as Jaylin lay peacefully in bed sleeping, I tiptoed around the room, gathering my belongings to go. With my purse tucked underneath my arm, I leaned over him in bed. I placed a soft kiss on my fingertips then put my fingers on his lips.
“I must go, but I wish like hell that we would have met under different circumstances,” I whispered. His eyes were still closed and light snores escaped from within. I touched his thick curly hair, almost hating to leave, but knowing that I had to do it. I made my way to the door, but my steps halted when I heard him call my name.
“Yes,” I said, turning around.
“Me too,” he said, agreeing with what I’d said. “But it is what it is, and until next time, stay sweet.”
He winked, and I left the room with a smile on my face, as well as a very tender coochie. For me, that was the best way to go out!
The End
Book Club Meeting
To me, Kellie couldn’t have gone out better, but now, something else for me was confirmed. Jaylin was on some type of James Bond shit, and his mission involved sexy women. I wasn’t mad at him and I now knew why he was known as the man women hated to love.
One woman brought up Kellie and Jaylin’s steamy sex session on the elevator and that sparked a chat about bizarre, exotic and fun places to have sex. From the back seat of cars, to the Atlantic Ocean . . . these women had been there. Kellie named a list of places and some of them made my jaw drop.
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“The roof of his house . . .,” Kellie continued. “And in the middle of a cornfield.”
“No, no, no,” I added. “A cornfield I would not do. I only need one snake in me and I wouldn’t even be able to concentrate on sex in a place like that.”
Many agreed, some was all for it. I drifted off, still thinking about some interesting places to have sex, and then my mind traveled back to Jaylin having similarities to James Bond. I’d been asked a million and one times, what actor would I want to play Jaylin? Now, Denzel Washington was my favorite, but I guess everyone already knew that because of my numerous mentions of him in every book. But a Jaylin Jerome Rogers? No. I threw that question back to the ladies in the room and they made plenty of suggestions.
“Blair Underwood,” one woman shouted.
“No,” said another. “Terrance Howard!”
“I say Mel Jackson or Morris Chestnut!”
“I got it . . . Idris Elba, baby, and you can’t go wrong with him!”
“Michael Ealy got those eyes, but Boris Kodjoe got that swag. He may be able to pull it off.”
“Well, I think we should let Jaylin play Jaylin because nobody can do it better than him. Trust me, I know.”
Not only did this woman know, but she was also willing to tell how much she knew. The suggestions about actors came to a halt when she started to tell us why Jaylin referred to her as his one and only Sweetness.
Sweetness
LaLa Estrada
I slammed down the payphone as hard as I could. My cell phone battery had died. I knew Jaylin’s ears were sure to be ringing right about now. I could not believe that he would play me for Scorpio’s trifling ass. For Nokea, a definite yes, but Scorpio, oh hell no! Then again, knowing their history together, yes he most certainly would. Why did he have to mention that bitch’s name? I would have been cool with a lie, but we all know Jay Baby doesn’t lie. He gives it to you straight and raw, no matter how devastating. Well, that’s what I love about him, his honesty, so I couldn’t complain.
I walked over to the ticket counter to see if I could cancel my flight to the Republic of Panama, a.k.a. Paradise. I had already secured a fabulous King Suite at the new Nikki Beach Playa Blanca Resort—the sexiest place on earth—according to them, with its luxurious rooms, beautiful white sand beaches and blue waters….so inviting, and so relaxing. It had everything, and the staff catered to your every need. All I could think about for the past five days was having Jay’s delicious nine-plus long inches all to myself. As soon as the tears started to swell up in my eyes, I put on my Gucci sunglasses so the agent couldn’t see how shook I really was. She informed me that my ticket was non-refundable, point blank. What the hell, I guess I would be going to Panama alone, which was all good, because there was plenty to get into. Still, it was kind of hard to think of anyone else when dealing with a man like Jaylin Jerome Rogers. Forreal!
As I walked through the airport heads turned. My legs were on full display in my white miniskirt, and my boobs weren’t playing either behind my white jacket…but it was all tasteful, you know. My caramel butter skin was oiled with a mango flavored scent. My curls flowed just right underneath my big white hat, and I had the nerve to have on dark shades. The flight was delayed by an hour and a half—just what I needed, more time to sit and soak about what could of been. Finally, they allowed us to board the plane. I wasn’t in the mood for any small talk, and I was glad that the seat next to me was empty. I guess I don’t have to explain why it was empty, and thinking about being stood up by Jay just made me sad all over again.
First Class was uneventful. The usual: decent food, plush seats, light turbulence and tons of ass kissing from the flight attendants was it. Of course, one of Brenda Hampton’s books, The Dirty Truth, was on my agenda to read, so now was as good a time as any to get started. Three and a half hours came and went. We had a smooth landing, thank goodness. It was night time in Panama City, and I had an hour and a half long ride to the resort. I jumped in the car the resort sent for me, and settled into the comfortable seat. I was still distraught about Jaylin not being able to make it, and thank goodness I brought some toys with me to play with.
While riding in the backseat of the car, my hand was pressed against my face. I gazed out of the window at the skyline in Panama. It was so beautiful at night. A lot of tall buildings lined the sky. They had just built a new freeway called the Cinta Costera, which means Coastal Strip. It was absolutely breathtaking. Lights, cameras, action is what played in my mind every time I saw it. We made our way to the Bridge of the Americas, which was lit up in red, white, and blue lights. You could see the Panama Canal from the bridge. This led us to the Pan-American Highway, which would eventually take us to the resort.
I dozed off, and before I knew it, we had arrived. I paid the driver, and grabbed my simple carry-on bag and made my way to the front desk. Panama is a Spanish country, but at most of the hotels, because of tourism, all the employees spoke English, or broken English. The lady at the front desk told me that my room had been upgraded to the Penthouse Suite.
“Are you sure,” I asked. “I didn’t reserve the Penthouse Suite.”
All she did was smile and hand over the room key for entry. “I’m positive you will enjoy your stay.”
I shrugged, and without Jaylin, I didn’t know if that was possible. “Thank you,” I said, admiring all of the fabulousness around me. I got on the elevator, inserted my key and pressed the penthouse button. Well, I’ll be damned, I thought, as the doors to the elevator opened right into the suite. It was breathtaking and all I could see were candles flickering all over the place. The terrace was open, and the sheer white curtains were blowing inside ever so slightly. The whole penthouse was decorated in white. The living room was monstrous, I mean it was huge. I put down my bag, took off my big white hat, and kicked off my five inch heels. The floor was cold under my feet. White and grey marble was everywhere. With all of the candles burning, and the wind blowing, surely a fire could get started. I walked over to the master bedroom, seeing the most beautiful king sized canopy bed with sheer white material draped all around it. White roses were tossed all over the bed, and my eyes followed the trail of white rose petals that led to the master bathroom. The rose petals stopped at the double French doors that were closed. I slowly walked up to them, taking deep breaths as I could feel my excitement building. My hands turned the knobs and when I pushed the doors open, my body weakened and I nearly fainted. From inside of the dim, candlelit bathroom, those heart piercing gray eyes stared into mine, causing my breathing to stop. I couldn’t believe it and my eyes had to be playing tricks on me, so I rubbed them, just to be sure. I blinked several times to clear them, but my vision was correct. It was Jay Baby in the god damn flesh, and I mean that shit literally. He was sprawled out in the gigantic Jacuzzi tub that was centered in the middle of the floor. He held a glass in his hand, and I was sure it was a glass of Remy, no rocks. His gorgeous face and chest glistened in the candlelight. The tub was overflowing with bubbles, and I couldn’t wait to sink myself in the tub with him.
“Damn, baby,” he said with a slick grin on his handsome face. His other hand was in the tub, slow stroking his goods. “What took you so long to get here? The nine has been up and waiting for a taste of that sweet pussy.”
My eyes were focused in on his rising nine, and I was smiling so hard, I thought my teeth would start to fall out at any moment.
“Jaylin!” I screamed, loud enough for the whole resort to hear. “You tricked me! And for doing so, you will be punished,” I whined, still smiling with a seductive grin.
His head moved from side to side, “Nah, baby, you got me confused. I’m the one dishing out the muthafuckin’ punishments around here.” He carefully placed his glass on the side of the Jacuzzi tub, and started touching his sharp lined goatee that suited his chin.
I cocked my eyebrows at him. I wanted to say “Wha cha talkin bout Jaylin” in that Gary Coleman voice, but instead I peeled my white jacket o
ff my shoulders to remove it. Jaylin watched each button pop open, obviously anxious to see what was underneath. His eyes shifted from my eyes, to my chest, and when I dropped the jacket to the floor, my black lace Barely There Victoria Secret Bra was visible. My Full C’s stood at attention, looking healthy as ever. I tossed my bra to the side, allowing my titties do a nice bounce for Jay Baby. As he looked on, I squeezed them and stroked my nipples. His tongue moved across his lips, and I could tell he was already hyped. Arousing him more, I turned around and zipped down the zipper of my white matching miniskirt. Granted my voluptuous toned legs were already on display, but I was sure I heard the water splash when I lowered my skirt over my apple booty. Jay saw my black lace thong going to the valley of the sweetest, juiciest, wettest pussy known to him, and I had to bend over to make sure he got the best view in the house. I peeked at Jaylin through my legs and my long hair swung down to give it the most dramatic effect. He smiled, giving me a slow wink. I lifted myself up, and turned around—our eyes connecting once again.
“Am I in trouble?” I asked, seductively sliding my index finger into my mouth to suck it. The water swished again, and I could tell that this was getting good.
“You slammed the phone down in my ear Sweetness (that’s what Jay calls me—he never uses my name for whatever reason). My shit is still ringing as we speak. Now, did I deserve all of that? Let me answer that, hell the fuck no! Now bring my sweetness over here so I can tear that shit up. That’s the only way to settle this.”
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