Tags: United States, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Short Stories, Genre Fiction, Urban, African American, Multicultural & Interracial, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
last seven months. She was more responsive and more delicious than any of the models and actresses he had ever been with. He never wanted this moment to end. This feeling, him inside her, her walls clamping around his mammoth cock, her hot breath on his shoulder and their bodies entwined into one…it was all so perfect. More perfect than the word perfect itself. It was not long before Meg felt an explosion in her body sending her to another dimension she had never known. She clawed at his back as she felt his cock spasming inside her and her body marrying into the familiarity that was his body. They suddenly gasped and shrieked in unison as their passion elevated them to a place only they knew to be true. “Oh my God,” Ellis gasped in a loud whisper as he collapsed on her. “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled away from her to look down at her. “Why are you sorry?” Meg was confused. “I didn’t mean to finish that soon,” he said. She smiled. “Neither did I but that was…amazing,” she said as she felt his cock slipping out of her followed by a gush of hot fluid that spurted on his thigh and then on the thousand thread count sheets. Ellis looked down at her gushing pussy and then at her. “Like I said…amazing,” she said again. And she was not exaggerating. She had never had coital orgasm before. It was always self stimulated. This was the first guy to actually fuck her into another dimension - literally. Ellis laid next to her and cradled her, counting his lucky stars and she draped a leg over one of his thighs, slightly brushing against his cock. He kissed her and she ran her hand on his perfect torso. Meg pulled away and smiled at him when she felt him getting stiff against her leg. “Already?” she asked. Ellis shrugged. That had never happened before. Meg smiled and turned to grab another condom from the nightstand. “You sure?” he asked. She smiled and nodded. “I am especially curious about the consensual sexual slavery,” she said with a smile. Ellis smiled and looked at her as he pulled off the used rubber to roll on a new one. It may have been Steven’s wedding but he was sure he was going to get more action that night than the couple of the day.
Chapter 3 For most people, the ideal wedding night attire would have been some sexy lingerie. Probably a black lacy number or a really sexy pair of bra and panties. And even then, it would have probably been lace. Julie sighed. Lace is a bit overrated, she thought as she looked at her reflection and smiled. She thought she looked spectacular. She was in a naughty policewoman costume that convinced her she was right to pick this outfit over the naughty nurse for her wedding night. The costume contained an extremely short dress that barely covered her ass showing off the black thong she had on. The strapless quality was just what she needed to add that extra oomph, exposing her beautiful cleavage. She had coupled this with a black sleeveless jacket that she chose not to zip up. After all, she didn’t want to cover up all the nice stuff underneath. She straightened her hair and put on an eight point billed capital before she applied a coat of midnight berry lipstick. She smiled at her reflection again. If ever there was a slutty… naughty (she corrected herself)…if ever there was a naughty cop, it would have been her. Julie Miller-Davenport, the slu-naughtiest cop on earth. She put on a pair of black peep toe heels and took a long deep breath. “Baby, you are killing me. Come out here already,” she heard Steven through the door. A smile played on her lips as she opened the door. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Steve sprawled on the bed in nothing but his boxer shorts. The bulge in his pants almost tripled in size when he saw her. She smiled even more broadly. He was already nursing a raging hard on and she wasn’t even started. “Whoa Officer,” Steven said as she slowly walked towards him, her fur covered handcuffs