My fingers had traced a bit further south, hesitating as I came close to his enormous and dangerously pleasurable cock. I couldn’t help but stare at it, remembering how it had thrilled me in ways I’d never be able to forget. Maybe a one-night-stand was out of my comfort zone, but the reaction my body was having just laying next to this man was making me dizzy.
Maybe I could just wake him up…
Chandra had known exactly what happened when we stumbled back into the bar with my just-fucked hairstyle. She had more tequila waiting and a smirk on her face a mile wide.
The man’s breath caught ever so slightly as I brushed up against his erection, my fingernails running round its base ever so softly. My foggy mind hadn’t caught up to the rest of my body, my hand on auto-pilot even as I felt a familiar warmth between my thighs. To hell with it… What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…
I tried to pierce the veil in my mind, but memories of the night past were more and more opaque. We had fucked again, I was sure of that, but the memory was more feelings and emotions than visuals. I couldn’t remember if it had happened in this bed, or the hallway leading up to the room…
He was waking up, a smile growing on his face as I lazily a
llowed my hand to run softly up and down his beautiful erection. I drew a deep breath, the scent of sandalwood and faint hints of cologne still hanging onto his body. Why couldn’t I think straight? I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted to pounce on him like a cat in heat…
We’d taken a drive in something… A limo? I’d never been in a limo before in my whole life. The closest my southern black ass had been to a limo was music videos! Little glimpses of the past flashed in and out of existence as I closed my eyes. I was in some kind of white building…
Elvis was there…
My eyes flashed open, staring into the most fantastic crystal blue pools as the man caught my gaze. I’d looked into those eyes before. Offered myself to their unrelenting gaze. Submitted to them. Surrendered…
What in the hell had I done?
I glanced down past his smile, down past his sexy chest and unbelievable abs, somehow even managing to ignore his majestic cock as I looked directly at my own left hand. My dark mocha fingers were gracefully moving up and down of their own volition, stroking his flesh even as the flashes of a surprisingly large diamond were glinting in the morning light.
Oh God…
I froze, half in panic, half in disbelief. I couldn’t have. There was no way… I’d never seen a rock so big in my life, and now it was wrapped cleanly around my finger! It must have cost a fortune, but what did it mean? I couldn’t have!
Elvis’s twangy voice rang in my ears.
“Do you take this hunka hunka man… To have and to hold baby… In sickness and in health…”
Oh my God… My momma back home would kill me for something like this! What in the world was I thinking? My heart raced. My whole body flushed the brightest of red, muscles tensing up as I pulled my hand away from him.
“Till death do you part…”
The world was collapsing around me even as tequila induced amnesia cleared from my mind. How in the world could I let myself be so stupid? Why hadn’t Chandra stopped me? Who in the hell was this man? Did I seriously marry some white guy in Vegas?!?
His voice was soft and deep, captivating me with its rapturous tones. I could remember the way he whispered proclamations of desire into my ear as we made love. Words wrapped around my body, goose bumps rising suddenly on my skin. I gasped as he placed a strong hand on my bare thigh, gripping me just as he had when his tongue explored my depths…
“Good morning, wife.”
Morning Checklist #6: Get the hell out of here!
CHAPTER 2
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“Wait. You ran away?!?”
“What was I supposed to do Chandra?”
“You woke up next to the man of your dreams with a 20,000$ ring on your finger and your hand wrapped around his supercock. What do you think you were supposed to do?” Chandra replied, laughing at me. “I’d have fucked him. I’d have fucked his brains out!”
I stared into her beautifully glowing hazel eyes. You could always count on Chandra to be a smartass, it was just part of her south Texas heritage. This pretty little black girl didn’t come up from Houston to be soft spoken and meek.
“You’re not helping! And I’m sorry I even told you about his… You know.”
“Supercock? You’re the one who can’t stop talking about how good the sex was girl!”