The familiar tension shimmied over my body. The feeling of expectation made me weak. I lifted my hips off the bed and rammed my dick up into her so hard that her soft body bounced up and down atop me. I knew she was cumming too because her pussy got wetter, more slippery, and the walls released and gripped like a vise, squeezing all the cum from my dick. With each spasm my dick jerked like a fired gun. I nearly died from wanting my hands free to hold that vibrating ass while we came like crazy.
She lifted off me and crawled back down between my legs to take my semi-hard dick in her mouth and suck the last of the juices from me. Her tongue circling the tip as she cleaned my thick white cum with a smile.
Fuck it. I cried out like a bitch and hit a high note.
“Shit,” I swore, still trembling as she moved to untie my limbs.
My eyes drifted closed and I felt myself slipping into that good sex sleep zone.
I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone. Spanish Fly was gone.
I jumped from the bed. I had to see her again. I had to have her again.
When I left the room the door across the hall was open. A woman with a body like a video vixen was tied to the wall, spread-eagle. I didn’t even pause to enjoy the sight as I flew down the stairs.
I had just stumbled around the curve, almost frantic, when I saw a glimpse of Spanish Fly’s buttocks jiggling as she walked down the stairs. I caught up to her just as she neared the foot of the stairs.
I could still smell our sex and I wanted to fuck her again. Right there on the stairs.
I grabbed her arm. “Wait. Don’t go.”
She froze. I mean her entire body went deathly still. I felt a shiver race across her naked body as she turned to me. Behind her mask her eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief. She snatched her arm away. “Marcus?”
Gone was the sexy barely audible whisper-like voice from our sex play. This voice was clear and I recognized it well. I felt like my nuts had crawled up into my stomach. I grabbed her to me with one strong arm and wrestled her full-face mask off with my free hand to reveal her face.
I thought I knew it all.
I was wrong.
“Marisol,” I said in disbelief.
Spanish Fly was my wife.
My Destiny
Mi Destino
Michelle Robinson
Beautiful investment counselor Destiny Shannon didn’t know it, but she was being watched! For several months now, she had been under constant surveillance. Her stalker was waiting for the moment when he would finally make her pay!
Destiny glanced at her reflection in Saks’ window. Her dark red shoulder-length layered cut was a nice complement to her cocoa brown complexion. She would have to thank her stylist for convincing her to ditch her dull brown hair color. Although she was wearing a conservative gray pinstriped suit, nothing could conceal her beautiful, athletic body; her reward for years of high school track and field. She knew she shouldn’t have come here on a weekday but she had lost her favorite shade of lipstick and, despite tearing the apartment apart, she hadn’t found it. Saks was packed and she would have to race to get downtown. In the split second it took for her to glance at her watch and realize she was going to be late meeting her client, she ran into a gentleman entering Saks, spilling her latte all over his Armani suit. When she recovered from the collision, she realized how attractive he was. Destiny retrieved a handkerchief from her suit pocket and nervously wiped at the coffee stain.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said.
Destiny grinned like a teenage girl with a crush on the teacher. This exquisite creature could be described only as an Adonis. The caramel-colored skin, the dark wavy hair and equally dark, seductively mysterious eyes; his features were so powerful, she could barely maintain direct eye contact.
“I apologize,” Destiny offered. “I was in such a rush and wasn’t paying attention. I’ve ruined your suit. I would be happy to pay to have it dry-cleaned.”
“That’s not necessary. I’m a buyer here at Saks. I have a closet full of sample suits at my disposal—it’s one of the perks of the job. In fact, thank you,” he added. “If we hadn’t crashed into one another, I wouldn’t have an opportunity to ask you to dinner tonight.”
Destiny could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She wanted to be cool, but she kept thinking how much she would like to be lying on a beach with this beautiful specimen of a man, fucking like minks. He oozed sensuality and it had been almost two years since she’d had sex with anything other than her shower massager.
He extended his right hand. “Hi, I’m Antonio Fernández.”
“I’m Destiny Shannon.”
“Wow, I can’t wait to hear the story behind that incredible name. So, Destiny, how about it; dinner tonight at Haru’s?” Antonio asked. “If you don’t like Japanese, we can go somewhere else.”