Sweet Love

by Lolah Lace

  “I don’t want to go home.”

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

  “I thought you liked trouble.” I don’t know why I said that. “I’m here for two more months and you’re here for two more months. I think we should be together, naked every opportunity we get.”

  “Sounds like something to think about.”

  “I don’t want to think, I want to laugh, play, work here, and fuck you.”

  She bit her bottom lip. “So you have an entire plan?”

  “Yes, I have my summer mapped up completely.” I throw my hands out in a voila gesture to her body.

  “Oh okay. I’m the map.”

  “Yes, and I have a lot of places to explore. Let’s do this. What are you afraid of?” I took the proper steps needed to be in her private space.

  “I’m not afraid. I’m just the type of person that overthinks everything. I’ve never done this before.”

  “We’re just hanging out and fucking.”

  “Oh my god, fucking. You make it sound so, I don’t know.”

  “I think fucking sounds very romantic.”

  “Really?”

  “I just think you’re ashamed of me.”

  “No, that’s not it.”

  “Are you going to hold my hand and walk down the middle of Main Street?”

  “No.”

  “But you’d do that with Nelson Mandela.” I pressed. I don’t know why that fellow had my knickers in a knot.

  “No, I wouldn’t do that with anybody.”

  I leaned down to bring my mouth to her ear. I whispered. “You can’t deprive me of your wet tight pussy. I would go insane.” I licked her earlobe. She let out a sigh that was seductive to my ears.

  "I don't want you to go insane."

  Whoa, her hand rubbed the front of my trousers. My eyes closed but I was able to find her lips. I raked my fingers into her hair. I devoured her mouth with mine. Kat was a proper, experienced kisser. She could work her tongue in ways that sent my cock into a frenzy.

  I twirled her body around and started walking her up the steps to her flat. I held her tight as our lips stayed together.

  “I can’t walk up backward.”

  “I got you.” I pressed my mouth back to hers. I wasn’t going to let her fall backward. I was going to protect her no matter what.

  We safely entered her flat. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. I flicked the light on so we wouldn’t stumble in the darkness. I pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it somewhere. Our tongues battled each other’s mouths. She pulled my t-shirt up my abs. I pulled it over my head and tossed it.

  The bra had to go. I unhooked it from behind and pulled it down her arms.

  Those nipples needed to be sucked and tortured. My mouth latched on to her. My hands worked her out of her little white shorts. I jammed my hand in between her legs and gripped her fat kitty. I pushed her down on the bed and watched her body bounce. I leisurely removed her panties. I had to smell the lace. The scent of her juice blended with a light perfume. I quickly jumped out of my trainers and denims.

  Kat scouted back into the center of the bed. She spread her legs and planted her heels on the sheets. I had a lovely view of her damp pussy lips. Her milky essence was calling me. I grabbed my cock in one hand to steady him. He had a bit of a bloody temper.

  “Get a condom.”

  “Oh fuck!” This crap again.

  “What?”

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  “Jason.”

  “We already did it without. Like three times.” I kissed her neck.

  “I know but that was—”

  I pushed my raw cock balls deep inside her and her words got hitched in her throat.

  “Ohhhh!” She moaned into the side of my cheek.

  “It feels so much better like this,” I whispered the cold hard facts.

  I took off like a rocket and if I kept this up I would come too quickly. I couldn’t deprive myself of her sweet treats. Fuck! Her pussy felt so bloody serene. I slowed my pace to kiss her lips.

  I stirred my cock inside her trying to hit the spots that heated her up. They were the same spots that would make me blow hot dragon fire into her darkest cave. I was in a zone. I was fucking her proper with my huge monster cock. I was drunk on her lovely tight pussy. Fucking when sober was really underrated. I loved fucking when I could wholly feel how taut and wet her pussy was to me.

  A flashback of our sensual doggystyle session appeared to me. Her arse was so lovely and meaty. I needed to hit her bum from the back, dive into her pussy from acute and obtuse angles. It was time to switch positions. I tried to flip her around on her knees. I even slapped her thigh. I was aiming for doggystyle but that wasn’t what was happening. She had other naughty things in mind.

  She pressed me flat on my back. I was surprised and went with it. She was the boss. She straddled me and seeing her breast from this angle was an added treat. My cock was panting and thirsty, wanting desperately to get back inside of her.

  Kat was looking down at me. I bit my lip when she reached in front of her body and pulled my cock up. She pointed it at the ceiling. She lifted her body and placed my cock at her slick opening. Her tits swayed. Her nipples were these firm peaks that I wanted to taste. I watched her as she struggled to lower her firm pussy down on my waiting cock.

  She was moving slowly and carefully. I could feel my chilly cock warming with every inch she took in on her descent downward. This was a different high but a high all the same.

  She looked unbelievably sexy from this angle. The visual was enough to make me blast cum deep inside of her. She was a pure angel, a sexy siren and a hot candy lady. I winced when she was all the way down on my cock. It felt like she had my cock wrapped in a cozy heated blanket. It felt like she had my cock in a lubricated headlock.

  One of my hands kneaded her ass cheeks. I loved her ass. All the extra flesh fit so perfectly in my oversized hands.

  My kitty Kat started rocking her hips back and forth. The sensation made me close my eyes but the voyeur in me made me open them. My other hand grabbed at her free butt cheek. I dug my fingers into her flesh and she rocked her hips on my cock. Her hot box seeped creamy wetness. It slid down the long length of my cock. It tickled when it made it down to my balls.

  This was the first woman who actually knew how to rock and roll her hips. I gripped her ass cheeks harder and lifted my hips off the bed. I wasn’t a lazy bloke. I was going to fuck her back. I rose up on my elbows and forearms. If she wanted to be a cowgirl I was certainly going to give her a wild bull to ride. I felt it my duty. She moaned into the air as she took to my bucking bronco like a real pro.

  This was going to be a really good summer. She liked to play. I had plenty of games and tricks. She had so many treats. I needed time to taste them all. I wanted to sample every inch of her body.

  This is literally what older blokes called good pussy. Our bodies meshed well together. We fit like a hand and glove. She could take all my cock. I stopped my outward strokes and quickly flipped her over on her back without my cock slipping out of its cave.

  I licked my lips. I took one of her legs and hooked it over my shoulder blade. I was going to fuck the shit out of my little cowgirl.

  I dove down deep and pulled out just leaving the tip inside. I rammed down again and split her open. Her pussy was like elastic. When I pulled out she would close up and I had to fight my way inside all over again. The more I relaxed the easier it would be for me to bust my load. I couldn’t do that. I wanted more time inside my favorite spot. Her snatch called to me. It sucked me in and held me under its nasty spell. This American pussy was bloody good.

  She was moaning in the air. She had a tight grip in my arse. I leaned forward and pressed her knee to her shoulder. I rolled my hips in circles and came to a point of no return.

  Her moans were getting louder and louder.

  “Don’t be afraid to come.” I cajoled. “You can come for me anytime
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  One jab, two jabs, three jabs and I came inside her. My body convulsed because it felt just that splendid. Sweat dripped from my body to hers. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! All my bloody strength left my body. I released her leg from my shoulder and planked above her body. Kat was pulling me down. I crumpled down on top of her. I shifted my weight as best I could.

  I couldn’t move. Kat held me in her arms and I lay helpless and very still. My cock jumped every time the aftershocks of her pussy squeezed me. My sweet had me wrapped up like one of those swirly colored lollipops. This was no bullshit. The shit I was saying about her being my new drug was coming true. I unwittingly signed the contract and I was stuck in a three-album deal, a three-month deal. I was now thinking in metaphors. I’d never been stuck before. Am I doomed? It sure seems that way.

  Chapter 15

  KATRINA

  It was so easy to catch an orgasm or two from Jason. His skill in the bedroom was cause for alarm. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. It wasn’t normal. He didn’t stay the night and that was okay. If he’d stayed we probably would have continued to have sex and I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep.

  I was okay with sleeping alone. I’d been doing it for two years. I had a brief conversation with Aaron and Kennedy. Aaron seemed to be doing well at his father’s place. I was a little jealous because Aaron was my baby and I didn’t want his father buying his love and affection. Erik wasn’t just a cheater with women. He also cheated with parenting.

  I talked to Rolanda and it was nice not being judged for sleeping with someone as young as Jason. She warned me to be causal. She told me he might be just getting his dick wet. She also warned me that he could fall in love with me if I put it on him good. I didn’t think the latter would happen.

  Jason just seemed to be a different kind of young. I didn’t think he was going to develop any real feelings for me. Once the summer was over he wouldn’t remember my name. He was probably going to tell his little friends how he was laid up in some old lady over the summer— some old Black lady.

  I didn’t tell her that a few tears fell from my eyes when he was hitting it. I didn’t think it meant anything. I was just sex-starved and my emotions got away from me. Jason was a really good lover. He was passionate, tender and affectionate. I hadn’t had that in a long time and that’s why I teared up. It wasn’t anything more than that.

  I couldn’t wait to see Jason. He was currently the one consistent thing in my life. He was there when I needed him and he was okay with it.

  I was relieved to see him. His perfect face was just what I needed in my life. His cheekbones and jawline were that of a movie star. Having slept with him made him sexier to me. I couldn’t call him a boy anymore because he was a man in the bedroom. He had moves that were going to make some young woman so happy one day. His future wife might make more money than him. She was going to be satisfied in the bedroom. That would probably make up for his lack of ambition.

  He entered the store through the back like always. This time he kissed me first then put his backpack down.

  “Good morning babe.” I loved it when he called me babe.

  “Good morning. I’ve been meaning to ask you what’s in your backpack.”

  “You can rummage through it while I get us some coffee from Kaladi’s.”

  “What?”

  “Do you want a large or medium?”

  “No, yes, I want a large. Did you give me permission to go through your precious backpack?”

  “It’s far from precious. It’s a totally regular backpack. I don’t have any problem letting you go through my things. I don’t have anything to hide.”

  He was lying. Everyone had something to hide. I actually had more than others.

  “Are you going to get the coffee?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Uh, don’t say that.”

  “You’re so crazy. Extra sugar?”

  “Yes, do you need money?” I asked.

  “Kat, I have money.”

  I watched Jason stroll out the front door of the store like he didn’t have a single care in the world. At his age, he probably didn’t. It must be nice to have multiple years in front of you to mess up before you get it right. Someone my age had no room for error.

  When he was out of sight I picked up his bag and placed it on the glass countertop. I started unzipping things. He granted me permission and I was going to take it.

  There was an extra t-shirt in the bag. I unfolded it and looked at it. It was a David Bowie t-shirt. Not shocking, he seemed to know every popular musician of the last fifty years. There was also a plain gray t-shirt. He had a wallet with sixty dollars in it. Wonder why he didn’t take the wallet with him?

  I opened the pages to a spiral notebook and there were poems inside of it. I flipped through a few pages and realized they were song lyrics. I didn't recognize the words to these songs.

  I knew he sang other people’s songs but I didn’t know he wrote songs. Hopefully, he’ll wake up one day and decide to pursue a career in music. There was a protein bar, a bottle of coconut water, a blue bandana, breath mints, and earbuds.

  The switchblade was the item that stood out but it wasn’t abnormal for a man to carry a blade. His cell phone was inside the front zipper. I couldn’t open it because it was locked but I didn’t want to open it. It seemed like it would be invading his privacy. Cell phones had personal information. I slipped the cell back in the pocket. I zipped and closed all the compartments and placed the pack back on the floor.

  I waited until Jason returned. He had two coffees and two donuts. We worked together for a few hours until he urged me to go edit one of my books.

  While I was sitting in the back yard with my feet up on the chair beside me I felt something was drastically different about me. I was happy. Right there I prayed that someone like Jason could appear in my life back home in Naperville. I prayed he would be my age and we would be compatible. Maybe I missed the company of a man. I hadn't changed my mind about marriage but I didn't want to be alone for the rest of my life. At forty-four, I could still have another relationship.

  I was sitting in the warmth of the midday sun when my cell phone rang and jumpstarted my heart.

  I reached for the cell. I swiped to answer. This was another surprise. It was Nelson.

  “Hey Kat, Are you busy?”

  “No, I’m good. I’m just taking a break. Hey, what’s up?”

  “I thought it was time we went on that date. There’s a sirloin steak with your name in it.”

  Red meat. I cut back on that a long time ago but one steak wasn’t going to clog my arteries.

  “Is that right? Is it time?”

  “Yes, whenever you’re ready.”

  I hated this. I didn’t want to go. It felt strange going on a date while I was sleeping with Jason. But I owed Nelson this dinner. We were only going to talk so it wasn’t like I would be doing anything that put me in the floozy category.

  “Does Friday night work for you?”

  “Yes, I’m going to make the reservations today.”

  “Okay great.”

  “Is eight o’clock okay?”

  I had to think about it. The store closed at nine. I could let Jason lock up but then I would have to tell him where I was going. I didn’t want to do that.

  “The store is still open at eight. Could we make it nine-fifteen?”

  “Yeah sure, whatever you want.”

  “Yeah, that’s fine.”

  Jason peeked his head out the back door like he had radar. Just like he had some feeling I was talking to another man. His eyes were saying come here. His mouth didn’t say much at all. He just ducked back into the door and was gone. I was frazzled and didn’t hear a thing that Nelson was saying to me.

  “Hey, I’m sorry Nelson but I have to get back to work. I have a deadline for this book I’m editing.” I hoped to not come off as rude. I needed to see what Jason wanted.

  “No problem, talk to you later.”

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nbsp; “Yes, later.” I ended the call.

  I closed the screen to my laptop and carried it into the back door. I walked into the store and I saw Jason looking down into his cell phone.

  “Hey is everything okay in here?”

  “Uh, yeah.” He looked up at me.

  “Did you want me for something?”

  “Ah, no. I’m good.” But he wasn’t good. There was a pained look on his face.

  “It’s almost closing time.” I blurted and he didn’t have a retort. “Were you lonely in here by yourself?” This question seemed to get his attention.

  “I’ve been lonely most of my life.”

  JAGGER

  My chest hurt. My brain swirled with confusion. Kat was a good person and the deception was eating at me. She was a goddess. There was a connection that I couldn’t shake. I really thought that we had that thing people talked about, chemistry.

  Approval was what I craved. I was a celebrity and we wanted to be liked and loved by the masses. I wanted her to embrace me instead of reject me. I wanted her to know me, the real me. I had to do this. I had to set the record straight. I had to be strong enough not to relapse if worse came to worst.

  The sweetest girl I’ve ever known was looking at me from across a sea of sugar. I wouldn’t be able to sleep with these lies spinning my mind. The damage was done but I could stop this now and proceed like a man with honor.

  I stood and walked out of the room. I grabbed the broom along the way. I walked the hall to the kitchen. I placed the broom behind the door. I paced by the sink. My nerves had me rattled. I knew Kat couldn’t see me. I had to stop being a coward. It was time to be the man that my father would’ve wanted me to be.

  I stormed back into the showroom. I had to stand a safe distance away from her. She had taken my place behind the counter. I walked to the other side of the glass to face her. I prayed no customers would enter and stop my confession.