Another Time, Another Place

I comply and he kneels so that he’s eye level to my wet zone. He wraps his arms under my thighs, then jerks my body toward him. I watch him eat my cookie until I feel myself losing consciousness to the sensations he sends throughout my body. He makes my clit engorge with blood, then sucks it so hard, I cum again and again. He finger-fucks my pussy while giving fast lollipop licks atop my clit, sending creamy juices down my sugar walls again. Damn, he knows how to satisfy me. He lifts my legs higher into the air, places one finger in my ass and two in my pussy, leans over me, and suckles my 36DDs. I cum so hard I scream his name and damn near black out. Before I can recover, Bishop flips me over and fucks me doggy style. My diva sings her wet, juicy song and saturates our pubic hair again. Bishop digs his hands into my hips and thrusts me back and forward onto his gigantic rod. My body quivers with every stroke. He’s so damn big! He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my head up. I yell, “Bishop, fuck me harder, baby.” I point my ass higher into the air. Somehow we always know what the other means.

“You want the king dick?”

“Yes!”

He withdraws from my pussy, spreads my buttocks far apart, and slowly slips his rod into my asshole, one inch at a time. I moan with each down stroke. We work together until we get him all the way in. My body adjusts to his girth and I let him know that I’m ready.

“Fuck me, Bishop.”

Then he pumps in and out, faster, then faster. He pounds my ass hard. I grab the sheets and place them in my mouth to keep from screaming out loud. Tears come to my eyes ’cause he hurts so good. After a few more strokes, Bishops grunts, “Damn, girl, your ass is so tight around my shit, you’re gonna make me cum again.” And with that he withdraws and busts his nuts across my ass. His hot fluid drips down my crack as I turn and kiss his six-pack abs, chest, and neck. I stand on the bed and wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me mid-air, carries me to the bathroom, and sits me on the countertop. I say nothing and continue to suck and bite at his neck and chest. I like munching on him. He quickly wipes down his dick; I’m glad ’cause I don’t want brownie crumbs mixed in with my cookie. He crouches a little, finds the center of me, and then pounds my pussy again. He has cum twice already, so I know this time we’re in for the long haul, nothing but rock-hard, thick, long dick.

We move from the bathroom and fall onto the floor leading into the bedroom. I mount him and ride the black stallion full throttle. I lean my breasts over his face and he squeezes and sucks them so good and hard that I cum again on his joystick. Damn, he knows how to get to me!

We return to the bed, me on my back and him hovering above me, both of us sweating like crazy. My hair is frizzy, makeup gone, deodorant worn out, and Adonis blanketing me. Nothing but the smell of wild sex fills the room. As we take a moment to breathe, Bishop gently removes straggly pieces of hair from my sweaty forehead, places a peck on my lips, and says, “You’re a beautiful young lady.”

“Thank you.” I try to think of something else to say but I have no words. I feel him take his penis into his right hand and find the opening to my wet center.

“Are you ready for round three?” He smiles with a mischievous grin like he’s so happy to have someone of his caliber.

“Of course,” I reply, thinking strength and stamina, what these two healthy bodies can do together.

“We don’t have much time left,” I inform.

“I don’t need much,” he replies as he begins to stroke my inner meat with the tip of his big poker. And he’s right. Our chemistry takes over and we’re two wild animals again for a solid thirty minutes.

Exhausted from our midday escapade, we lay on the bed, naked and satisfied. I give five minutes of what could be considered cuddle time, then I head to the shower to keep from dozing off like Bishop. I don’t want to be more than fifteen minutes late returning to work, even if boss lady is out of town. I know her secretary keeps tab. “Hawk Eye

s,” as we call her, will allow you fifteen extra minutes. It’s like being fashionably late, but after that, your ass is grass. And although I have a good job, I don’t have a senior position like Bishop where a person can bend the rules a little more. He can nap all he wants, but I’m gonna have my behind back at my desk smelling like sweet roses in no time.

As I exit my steam-filled, ten-minute shower, Bishop greets me at the bathroom door as I towel-dry. I purposely moon him as dry my calves.

“Woman, you better stop bending over like that before I have your ass back across the bed again.”

“Oh really?” I brush my breasts against his well-defined Hershey chest and arms, making my way back into the main room. I sense him staring at me, so I peep in the mirror opposite the bed and catch him not only staring at me, but also seemingly having a personal conversation with himself.

“What did you say?” I face him to see what he does while sliding one lean leg into my skirt, then the other.

“Uh, nothing. I’m just thinking about what I have on my agenda when I get back to the office.”

Liar. I know a look of contemplation when I see it. He’s probably wondering what the hell has he gotten his married ass into. I understand how he feels, wanting to cut someone off for something you think is better but can’t. There’s no question in my mind that he cheats on a regular basis with other women, but I know that I rock his world the best. I can have his player ass whistling “Dixie” right about now, if I want. My coochie is dangerously addictive. Too bad he’s only getting a taste ’cause when I walk out of the door, this hot and nasty affair is over.

“Bishop, I gotta go. I’ll chat with you later,” I yell from the living area. He pokes his head out from behind the white shower curtain and summons me.

“Connie, hold up. Come here.”

I turn the corner to see him gesture me for a peck with his soft, scrumptious lips. I can’t resist. I kiss them ever so sensually. My subconscious won’t let me walk out the door like I want. Grab that dangling cock one more time rushes through my head. My thoughts shift between walk away, Connie, and touch it again. One more time won’t hurt. Walk away, Connie. I can’t resist my urge and give into my temptation to squeeze Bishop’s genitals again.

I reach behind the curtain and get a handful of dick and balls. Damn, he feels good in my hand, warm and wet. I stroke his cock while I continue to kiss him. He opens the curtain all the way, exposing himself to me. I wrap one hand around his muscular ass and continue stroking his dick with the other. He unbuttons the top button of my blouse. Water from his fingertips drips onto the delicate garment. Do I care? Hell, no. I’ll just make good use of the wall-mounted hairdryer.

“Get in.” He entices me in a whisper that sends chills down my spine. How can we possibly have this much attraction for each other? Bishop extends his hand.

“Join me, Connie.”

“Hawk Eyes” crosses my mind for a split-second. Fuck her! I slowly undress, giving Bishop a personal striptease show. He smiles as my taunting pleases him. His gun loads with the ammunition I need, and I’m more turned on, watching the barrel get thicker and longer. My breasts stand at attention and my nipples harden as I anticipate touching him in the shower.

I step in and watch the water bead down his face onto his chest. I instantly lick his chest and circle my tongue around and across his nipples, then slowly cover the territory of each muscle that composes his six-pack abs. As the moments pass, I’m quickly reminded that I stepped into the shower without anything on my hair. My blow-dried hair is saturated and begins to curl. There’s no use in trying to save it now, and quite frankly, I don’t care. It is what it is. I feel Bishop’s hard pole against my belly as I kiss him around his neck. He sucks my neck hard. I pray he doesn’t leave hickies—that’s a no-no in my book. Keith would kill me, but this shit feels so good I can’t stop him. He squeezes my 36DDs and presses them together making the water puddle in between them. He slurps the puddle dry, then releases the water onto my lips as his kisses them again. He grabs my breasts harder this time and proceeds to suck and bite the shit out of my nipples. He pulls on my nipples with his teeth and gets me more excited. My pussy wants his dick so badly I can hardly stand it. The element of the water always turns me on.

“Eat me, Bishop.”