Another Time, Another Place

“I know that nigga doesn’t make you feel like I do. And I guarantee you that he doesn’t have this.”

He unzips his pants and exposes what I love best about him. I can stop now and end this, but I’m again under his wicked spell. I jerk his pants and boxers down and become more animalistic than ever, biting at his penis. I then rip open his freshly pressed, Sean John business shirt and lick his six-pack abs.

“Move your fine ass to the back,” he orders as he slaps the side of my hips. I like being in the midst of his aggressive side. He makes a fe

w adjustments to the seats and presto, we have good-sized flat surface.

As our heated, naked bodies touch, and I feel the exhilarating pulse of his heart against mine, and the warmth of his breath on my neck, sudden thoughts of consequences enter my mind. They are thoughts about Keith and the loyalty he expects from me.

“Bishop, do you have a condom?” I hope he says no and I can end this right here, right now, no more excuses. I can honor Keith’s wishes.

“Uhhhh. Hold on a sec.” He rises off of me and searches inside his center console.

“Got one right here.”

Damn! He holds the super-sized Trojan pack in the air like a trophy that he’s proud to have on hand and quickly returns to hovering my body. I try to bring Keith back to my forethoughts, but our chemistry takes off like a dragster racecar, engines roaring, wheels churning, full combustion, racing to get to the finish line. Bishops holds the Trojan pack between his teeth and tears it open with one hand while his other continues to find the center between my wet labia. I squirm with excitement, spreading my wetness upon his fingers as I gyrate my hips in a circular motion. I want him, got to have him, and let him whip that thang on me one last time.

“Bishop,” I moan.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Put your scrumptious dick in me.”

I wrap my long, dark-brown legs around his waist and pull him toward me. He seals the remaining part of his long shaft with the condom just in time as I guide him straight into my opening. He works his big cock into me, one inch at a time, with slow, intended down strokes until his base reaches my labia. He stirs up my juices, getting our genitals soaking wet, and then he puts a hurtin’ on my pussy. I know he’s going to have rug burns on his elbows and knees, but he doesn’t seem to care.

The Escalade rocks with the force of our humping bodies. Bishop continues to blow my back out. I return the favor by making him lie on his back while I ride his black stallion.

“Damn, Connie, your shit is good!”

“Yours, too!”

“Turn your ass around,” he orders.

I ride his stallion backward. With one hand, he grabs a handful of my hair for his reins and spanks my ass with his other—the entire time, one slap after another.

“Ride my dick, Connie. Harder. Harder,” he commands.

I pounce up and down on the long, thick pole until I concave and cum so hard that I see flickers of glitter about my sight. My cum drains down his latex shaft with each thrust I give. My orgasmic juices reach his pubic hair and balls.

“Damn, you’re so wet. Don’t stop, baby,” he orders. I try not to but my body has just experienced the hardest orgasm ever. I continue to give enough of myself to keep him excited and satisfied. After a few moments, he sounds off, “Oh shit! I’m cummming!” Just for kicks, I rise to the tip of his penis, spin around, face him, and then slam my pussy to his base. The spin sends him into a frenzy.

“OHHHH SHITTTT!”

His body seizes and I feel his penis pulsate and grow that extra thickness just prior to ejaculating. I watch his eyes roll upward inside his head, then close with each contraction as his body releases an abundance of cum. I’m glad he’s wearing a condom ’cause this would be a serious mess. I look around the SUV and discover that the tinted windows are completely fogged. I can’t see shit and that concerns me. We can’t see if anyone is walking up on us. I let Bishop enjoy a few more seconds of my insides, then I suggest, “We should get going. We’ll already late getting George.”

“Forget about George. He can wait.”

“Bishop, stop playin.’ Come on, we gotta get to work.”

I remove myself off of him and search for my clothes. He slowly gets up and does the same.

“Damn, it’s hot in here.” He climbs to the front, butterball buttnaked, and starts the engine to initiate the A/C.

“Shit!”

“Bishop, what’s wrong?”

“I got a cramp in my leg.”