I had no problem with settling things Jaylin’s way, and when he stepped out of the tub, all the water and soap from the bubbles ran down his nicely cut muscular frame, to the tips of his toes. I wanted to scream from the sight of his body, but as my eyes moved down his front and backside, all I could do was put my fist in my mouth and bite down. Damn, he had it going on!
He walked over to the shower and opened the door. When he turned, all he saw was the look in my hungry-for-him eyes. “That’s what you get for teasing me,” he said, still holding the shower door open. “Now, shake it off and bring me my pussy.”
Whatever Jay Baby wants, Jay Baby gets. I wasted no more time and like he’d asked, I brought my pussy to him. The shower, itself, was fabulous. It was big enough for a party of eight, but had just enough room for us to get busy, especially since Jaylin had a thing for showers. I was kind of looking forward to that damn Jacuzzi, but I guess that would have to wait. Besides, I knew I would have to soak my kittykat thoroughly after the beat down it was about to receive, so the Jacuzzi would serve its purpose eventually.
While standing in the shower, the water sprinkled down our naked bodies that were pressed tightly together. I looked up at Jaylin, and could feel his growth down below. I wanted to get a closer look, so I slightly backed up. My eyes dropped beyond his waist, and for the first time, I touched it. Lawd have mercy that muthafuckin nine-and-a-half inches was hard as a brick from the Great Wall of China! It was swollen to capacity, and as I eased my hand along the sides of it, I swear I heard the angels go, “Aah Aahhhh all the way from heaven.” Jaylin reached for a switch on the wall, and music started playing all throughout the bathroom, including the rest of the penthouse. Glen Jones, “Show Me” was blasting through the speakers. I dropped to my knees in front of Jay, and started licking around the head of the nine with my swift wet tongue. My tongue was a.k.a Lasso, and the tip of it was lethal. I licked Jay’s big dick from the tip of the head, all the way down to his loaded balls. I licked my way back up to the top of his now throbbing head, devouring it. I had to admit that Jay tasted delicious. His dick was just beautiful, and in a nutshell, it was definitely all that and then some. Jay knew how to back that shit up and he gave “show and prove” a new meaning, forreal.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and my eyelids fluttered. “Damn, baby,” he softly moaned. “You see what you do to me? I can’t get this feeling any place else or from anybody else but you Sweetness. That’s real talk, baby. Gotdamn that shit feels good and you got mad skillz.”
I let Jay Baby ramble on, while continuing to show him just how skillful I really was. Besides, I couldn’t talk anyway, my mouth was very full. I stroked his long, throbbing dick up and down, while my tongue tasted the tip of his head, and sucked all over the bulging veins that now made their presence known. That shit turned me the fuck on, and I couldn’t stop giving Jay’s love muscle my special treatment. He started pumping his hardness in my mouth, causing both of our moans to increase. I gagged a little, but being a skillful woman, it was all good. I took him in like a champ, no doubt. I began to deep throat his big swollen chocolate stick, and Jay’s grip on my hair had gotten even tighter. I wiggled my tongue across the slit of his dick, over and over again. I swear my mouth was like a damn vacuum sucking Jay’s dick the fuck up. I felt his whole body tremble from my immaculate performance and I couldn’t wait for him to give a sista a pat on her back. I knew how difficult it was to bring him to this level of pleasure, but there I was doing it. Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about—I was actually doing it!
My wet kisses went all the way up Jay’s body, passing his ripped abs, until I got to my next treasure…his nipples. I started to lick all over his nipples, flicking my tongue back and forth in a fast motion. That shit had Jay on fire, and so was my kittykat as he fingered it. I massaged his massive chest and thick upper arms as he flexed them for me. I loved it when he flexed his arms and all the veins in his arms were at attention, displaying so much strength. While working his nipples, I stroked his dick and felt it pulsating and throbbing in my hand. It was ready for action, and so was my juicy pussy. Jay was working it like a pro, digging in deep and flicking his fingers inside to make my kittykat tingle. Believe me, it was. He backed me against the wall, and moved my long wet hair away from my face so he could see it. His lips met up with mine and he sexed me over with his tongue. We smacked lips for like forever, all the while he grinded his massive throbbing meat into my wet aching pussy. Needless to say, I love, love, love, the way Jay Baby kissed me and my whole body was on fire from his kisses alone. He nuzzled my neck and licked my ear as he whispered in it, “Sweetness, you smell so damn good. I wanna taste you all over.”
Without saying another word, he lowered his head and started sucking my beautiful nipples that were very much at attention. As he squeezed and massaged them, I couldn’t speak. My mouth was open, and I was feeling so much pleasure. All I could do was moan and let out a soft, yet relieving whisper of one word, “Jay.”
He put his finger to my lips to silence me. “Relax, baby. I promise you I got this”.
Jaylin picked me up so my legs could straddle his waist. I wrapped my thick thighs around him like my life depended on it. Obviously, he had other plans for me and his pussy. He lifted me up some more, and my kittykat was now at his face. It wasn’t long before he went to work. His tongue stroked my clit like it was playing a fuckin tune, and my coochie lips were singing, literally. He was working it over like no other. I knew he could taste that mango flavor down there, and all I wanted to do was just scream, so I did. His tongue danced all over my pussy lips and clit. He dipped his magnificent tongue in and out of my now throbbing, slippery tunnel. Alicia Keys, “If I Ain’t Got You” came on next over the speakers. Hearing the song changed the rhythm. I removed my trembling legs from Jay’s shoulder and my body slithered against the wall.
“Back up a bit,” I said, touching his chest. He backed up, and that’s when I did a handstand facing him. I opened my legs like a scissor, securing them around his neck.
“Hold me tight,” I said, now face-to-face with his dick. I was sure his view of my pussy was even better. I was only 5’2 so my goods landed where I thought it would, right below his chin.
“I got you, baby,” he assured. “And you better believe I’m not gon’ let this shit go.”
I grabbed his dick with one hand and started sucking the shit out of it again. Yes, we had a standing sixty-nine going on, and Jay was eating me out like it was his last meal. I was busy working his knob like it was a bomb pop on a hot sweaty day. I felt Jay’s long pipe swelling up again like it was ready to explode, so I paused.
“I want to stand up,” I said.
He paused, too, but placed a few delicate pecks on my coochie lips. “Damn, baby, you trying to turn a brotha out with all that flexible shit. I knew you were flexible, but gotdamn,” he laughed. Jay pulled back, and looked at my goods and said, “Beautiful ass pussy—wet and juicy, just how I like it. Umph, umph, umph, I just can’t get enough of it.” He started licking my insides again, but as I neared an explosion, I begged him to put me down. His feverish tongue was rocking my clit, I mean, I lost it! I held on for dear life, not wanting this feeling to end. My thighs clinched Jay’s head, and I knew he couldn’t breathe. But when all was said, but not nearly done, Jay Baby let me know how much he appreciated that mango flavor.
“Baby we in muthafuckin’ Panama for real with that sweet ass mango flavor you got me tasting,” he said.
I smiled, letting my eyes roll to the back of my head and sighing from relief. No doubt, the shit felt that damn good.
Jay Baby put me down and turned off the water that was turning cold. “Give it to me,” I demanded while touching his dick. “I wanna feel that throbbing hard chocolate stick inside of me now!”
Jay laughed and held his long pipe, “Chocolate Stick, huh?” Jay shook his head and smiled from the compliment that made both his heads swell, the one on his shoulders, and the one
below. “Ask once, and you don’t have to ask again. You can have all of this good ass chocolate right here, and it will for damn sure be the best chocolate you ever had.”
We both laughed as Jay playfully picked me up and carried me over to the beautiful king-sized bed. He laid me down on the bed, and spread my legs far apart as he stood between them. He gave me another wink, and began to crack his damn knuckles. We couldn’t help but laugh. Seconds later, he took his nine in his hand, and tapped the head of his dick on my melting pussy.
“Is this what you want?” Jay teased.
“Yes, yes, yes! Jay, please quit playing baby and give it to me now!” Somehow, I managed to get that out with an already heaving chest. I guess Jay knew my pussy had marinated long enough, and it was time to put some serious work in, as if we hadn’t done enough.
My juicy pocket was heated or muy caliente as the Spanish say, very hot. Jay took the nine and placed it right between my legs. He massaged the head around my pussy until a high arch formed in my back. I swear my coochie lips must of grabbed a hold of that thick head, cause the next thing I knew, Jay’s big chocolate stick was sucked into the hot and wet tunnel that awaited him. I mean he was deep in there, tearing up my gut. At first, he moved at a rhythmic slow pace you know, winding and grinding my insides and massaging my throbbing clit at the same time. Yes, the brotha had mad skillz, too, that’s why I secretly nicknamed him the “Bedroom Bully” because he always tore it up. I watched his big dick glide in and out of me, delivering everything that I knew it would.
”Jay Baby, your big dick feels so good going in and out of me. Take this pussy, it’s yours,” I moaned in a throaty voice.
Jay’s chest was glistening from the sweat that we were creating, and it was a serious workout session. It seemed as if his pipe had gotten even bigger and harder inside of me, and from the look in our eyes, we could tell the other was pleased. “Ahhh, baby,” he whimpered. “This sweetness is my weakness girl. Do you know how good this shit feels?”
Of course I knew, and I was delighted that he knew it, too. I took the opportunity to flip the script on Jay. I turned him around so quick he didn’t know what happened. I stood over the nine, and lowered my sweetness right on top of it. I closed my eyes as that juicy rock hard dick entered me. Jay groaned and so did I. We both felt it. I opened my eyes, and Jay opened his eyes at the same time. Our eyes connected again.
I started out with a slow wind and grind on Jay’s manhood. I could tell it was driving him crazy because he squeezed my booty, and then started to massage it with his big strong hands. That shit felt too good. If this shit right here was a crime, we would be locked up for years with no way out! My strokes got faster, and faster as I rode him like I was in a rodeo. By the sounds of it, and all the moaning and groaning we were both doing, we were just savoring every moment, and every second of all this goodness. I felt Jay’s love muscle growing inside me again, and I intended to milk all of the juices from it. I could feel it—it was time for the explosion I’d been waiting for and I could tell he was about to erupt.
“Not so fast,” he said, grabbing my waist and flipping me over onto my knees. With vengeance, he entered me from behind, ready to show me why this was his favorite position. He took ownership of my pussy, stroking it like it was going out of style. I worked that brick like a master of my craft. Everything Jay gave me, I took. We were sweaty as hell, yet loving every minute of it. I was about to cum, and boy I could feel it all the way down to the tips of my curling toes.
“Jay Baby, give it to me, baby, yo quiero leche dulce Papi,” I screamed. (That means give me all that sweet milk you got for me Daddy.)
“Oooh, I’m cumin, Jaayyyyy!” I screamed even louder.
His seductive voice jumped right in, causing me to coat him with extra juices, “That’s right, baby. Throw that sweet pussy back to me. I’m about to give you some sweet milk too.”
His fingers pressed into my ass cheeks and we both came near the same time. While taking deep breaths, we collapsed flat on the bed.
“Wheewww,” Jaylin said, moving beside me. “Now, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin about! Gotdamn, baby, you put it on a brotha—for real.”
I was so spent, I couldn’t even talk. I just kissed Jay’s handsome face, while he cradled me in his arms. Very comfortable with him, I lay my head on his sweaty chest.
Moments later, I found my voice. “Jay Baby, I love the way you put that nine to work. I love you, and I don’t know what I’m gonna do when you leave and go back to your world.”
I didn’t wait for a response because I knew what I wanted to hear would never be said. Yeah, it was complicated, but we had an understanding. No matter what, we were in this thing together. We had each other’s backs. I was his comfort, his sounding board, his home away from home. No one understood our connection, but it would never, ever be broken.
Jay lifted my chin and our eyes connected. Those famous words spilled from his mouth and were no way unexpected. “Baby, you know how I feel.”
Enough said. I’ll take it!
I luvmesumhim!
All of him.
Jay adored my sweetness. This I was sure of, and that was all that mattered in our Paradise in Panama, even if it was only one night with Jaylin. He will always have a place in my heart, no doubt. All love, all day, every day, no matter what!
The End
Book Club Meeting
Many of the women were left speechless, simply because, like many of the other ladies, LaLa had brought Jaylin alive. She told it like it really was, and it was obvious that she had a special place in his heart.
“I do love Jay Baby,” LaLa said, patting her chest. “He’s right here and he’s not going anywhere. I understand him more than anyone, with the exception of the author. Even though what he does makes no sense to many, it makes sense to him. Nothing anyone says will make him see otherwise and all of his choices will be left up to him. There is something so sexy about a man who is as confident as Jay is, and I love a man who is in control of his surroundings.”
“I’m perfectly fine with that,” one woman said. “But Jaylin needs to get his act together. Love should not hurt and the things that he does just make me want to slap the shit out of him. I could just choke him, then I’d screw him similar to the way LaLa just did. That was some mean sex you put on him, girl, and I felt the two of you connect.”
I added my two cents. “If it were that simple for us to ‘get it together’ this world would be a better place. I do my best to show you the struggles some men have with relationships, as well as the women. I know I can make you feel as if you want to pull your hair out sometimes, but Jaylin brings about the good, the bad and the ugly. Everything isn’t always peaches and cream in relationships and I like to write about some of the reasons why.”
“Well, you do have me acting a fool while reading your books. I mean, I be talking out loudly as if the book can hear me. I must say, that’s when you know you have a good…great book in your hand. Great job and we appreciate you more than you know.”
The ladies in the room clapped and we all exchanged words of appreciation to each other. Someone touched on LaLa’s story again, about what it felt like to be stood up by a man. Even though Jaylin had come through for LaLa, some men were known for not coming through at all.
“That pisses me off,” someone said. “And why tell someone you’re coming when you’re not. There is nothing worse than showering, getting dressed, putting on make-up, doing your hair and waiting for hours and hours for someone to show. I don’t know why people aren’t just honest when they don’t want to be bothered, and if LaLa had said Jaylin didn’t show up, I would never read a book about his tail again!”
The lady meant business, so I had to make sure Jaylin never stood up anyone. She continued to voice her opinion about being stood up and then asked LaLa if she thought Shemar Moore could play Jaylin.
“Possibly,” LaLa said. “But as I said before, Jaylin can play Jaylin. Just wait, you’ll
see.”
“Frankly, I don’t believe Jaylin is real, and if he is,” she looked around the room with bugged eyes. “Looks like he has some explaining to do.”
Yes, he did. I asked if anyone else had had the pleasure of meeting Jaylin and the last woman jumped to her feet, firing back at what the previous woman had said. Tears were in her eyes and she smacked away a tear that had fallen. “Okay, I’ll tell you what’s real. Being with Jaylin changed my life! When I get finished, hopefully everyone will know what’s up.”
Well, well, I thought as I quickly sent Jaylin a text message. How could he bring a woman to tears and what in the hell had he done this time? I had held on to my secret for a very long time, but if this woman knew something that I didn’t know, like the rest, I was definitely willing to listen.
What’s Real?
Nikki-Michelle
It’s ironic how things have a way of happening. Like, it’s just funny at times. You never know who you are really talking to over the Internet. You just don’t! If anyone would have told me that this “person” that I was conversing with over Facebook was actually the person that was standing in front of me at this very moment, I would have told them they were crazy. Because, see, right now, I think I’m crazy. I think I’m losing it. My eyes shifted around the room to see if anybody was playing a joke on me. Those damn Original Naughty Angels were known for playing jokes.
I locked eyes with the man standing in front of me, and couldn’t help but ask, “Is this some kind of joke? Who paid you to do this? This is not funny at all.”
His brows furrowed and he didn’t break his stare. “Why in hell would you think this is a joke? I told you I was coming, didn’t I?”
I turned in my seat, looking around and making sure people could see him like I could see him. At the risk of appearing insane, I asked the white girl next to me, “Do you see him?” I pointed at the man in front of me.
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