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She’s going to have beard burns all on her thighs, and I can’t say that I’m sorry about it. I want to mark her as mine like some crazed animal.

When I feel Kayla building up, I relax my tongue and begin to stroke her slowly, keeping her close to the edge. I raise up and continue to work her with my finger pumping slowly in and out of her warm wet canal.

I pull off my shorts and stroke my dick with my left hand. I have always been a good multitasker.

“You ready for me, doll face?” I ask.

Kayla’s lazy gaze holds mine before she bites her bottom lip. “Condoms.”

The one word breaks through my lustful haze, and I want to slap myself. I was ready to go all in, and protection never even crossed my mind. I pull my nightstand drawer open and get out a condom.

I rip it open and slowly roll it onto my sensitive manhood. Watching Kayla watch me is making me want to bust. I finish with the condom and place my large body over hers.

I kiss her lips as I ease myself into her tight core.Fuuuuuck!I want to shout the word, but I’m not a virgin, so I suck it up and continue to push in until I’m snuggly surrounded by warmth and wetness.

“You okay?” I ask, letting Kay’s body adjust to mine.

“Only if you start moving soon.” Kayla kisses me, and I begin to move inside of her.

I begin to move slowly at first. Torturing us both for waiting so long to feel this feeling. I’m certain if we’d known it would’ve been this good, we would’ve done this on the first night. And every night following. I know that’s the plan going forward.

I roll us over so that I’m on my back, giving Kay control. She timidly moves until I help her out by gripping her hips and moving her body. Kayla catches on quickly and starts to move those voluptuous hips up and down, round and round, back and fucking forth. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my toes curl. Her sensual ministrations have me taking over again and pumping into her from the bottom while I hold her hips still.

“Anderson! Oh, my God!” Kayla yells out, egging me on.

My hips buck wilder as I start to talk shit. “Is this dick good, baby? Huh? Promise me you won’t ever keep this pussy from me!”

“I promise!” Kayla loudly wails as I pump my hips harder.

I want her to feel all of me. Shit, I want to feel all of her.

“That’s it, baby! Cum on this dick. Fuck yeah!” I yell out when I feel Kayla’s pussy clamp down.My whole body shudders and I close my eyes tightly.

Kayla is magnificent, and I can’t get enough of her. The shy woman I first met slowly disappears throughout the night as I continue to ravish every part of her delectable body.

After the fourth time, I make Kayla orgasm, I follow her over the edge of bliss. My essence drained out of me so hard that I felt like I would pass out. We both moan our completions and we lay holding each other and breathing hard. It takes me longer than normal to come back down to Earth. I’ve wanted Kayla since I’ve met her and now that I’ve had her I know that I’ll never be the same.

Making love to Kay was worth the wait, but I knew that I was in big trouble.

18

Negotiations

ANDERSON

Everything is going so well, almost too well, that I’m beginning to feel paranoid. I keep feeling like I’m waiting on the other shoe to drop. But not just drop, fall from the sky, hit me in the head, and knock me unconscious. My therapist used to tell me that obsessing over what ifs and bad scenarios happening is almost willing them to come to fruition.

Dr. Landry would tell me; I was always right about bad things happening because I was looking for them. I would say to her even if I weren’t looking, and the bad still would’ve happened. She would simply stare blankly at me and say, “Anderson, it’s notwhathappens. It’showyou react to them.”

So, I’m sitting in the lobby, outside of Pearson Grant’s magnificent office, waiting for our meeting. This singular meeting has the possibility to change our company, A&M, and my life forever. Brady, who is sitting beside me with his leg over one knee showing off his George Cleverly shoes, is as cool as a cucumber. His relaxed posture makes me want to punch him in the face because I’m a nervous wreck. I keep running the numbers, and even though they come out positive, I can’t stop obsessing over the outcome.

I’m bouncing my knees up and down and biting on my nails like a lunatic. I keep rubbing my hand over my beard to keep myself from running my hands through my hair and messing it up. If it wouldn’t draw so much attention, I would be pacing up and down the lobby.

“Anderson, man, chill the fuck out,” Brady whispers at me through clenched teeth.

Anybody looking from a distance would think he was smiling with his nonchalant demeanor. But I can see that I’m annoying the hell out of my partner and best friend.

“Sorry. Damn, I just…” I shake my head and take a deep breath.