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  After a brief moment she leans forward, traces my fingers with one of hers. “Tell you what. If you quit going all caveman on the guys eyeing me and just relax and enjoy my company, I’ll let you play with me tonight.”

  “Damn, Evy.” My words come out sounding deep and rough, and my dick goes hard in an instant at her bold, totally unexpected statement.

  I must’ve not been paying attention, because, before I know it, her hand is in my lap, fingers rubbing my cock beneath my slacks. “Fuck, Evy. Don’t…” Eyes closed, my balls draw up tight against my body and my dick goes rock hard as tingles of pleasure pump through my veins. My dick’s aching…hurting…in such a good fucking way.

  But, as quickly as her touch started, it’s just as quickly over, and I open my eyes to see our waiter returning, placing our appetizer and drinks on the table. Mother. Fucker. Asshole has interrupted me from coming in my pants.

  After we place our order for the main course, I look over at my date. It’s getting harder and harder for me to take my eyes off of her. She’s got a small smile playing over her lips as she reaches out and snags a fried mozzarella stick. She then slips it into her mouth and her eyes drift closed; actions that are immediately followed by a deep moan.

  The sexy sound causes me to scoot a little closer, minimize the distance separating our bodies. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “You are an evil, evil woman, Evy Davis.”

  She tilts her head to the side, like she’s playing along. I take advantage and kiss her neck, flick my tongue out for my very first taste of her chocolaty skin.

  Yummy. It’s better than I imagined, sweet and salty and something unique to Evy. She moans in response, her breath quickening, breasts rising and falling while I nip and tug her earlobe.

  “You love this, don’t you?”

  “I do,” she says, her voice oozing sexiness.

  Hearing those two words from her has me resting my palm on her knee and sliding it upward, closer and closer to her center. Her smooth skin calls to me, tempts me, and I squeeze her inner thigh in answer, before daring to go even higher. Damn, but she’s a hot piece of ass. I smell her arousal as I push her dress up, her musky scent evidence enough that she’s as turned on as I am.

  I press on, until my fingertips brush against damp cloth, slick and wet with her cream. Evy whimpers at my first touch, widens her thighs, giving me more room to work with.

  “You gotta tell me, Evy. Tell me if this is okay. I’ll make it so good, baby, but only if you’re with me.”

  God damn. What I would give to pump into her pussy, right here and now, spread her thick legs apart, and pound hard and fast into her fucking cunt.

  “With you.” Her voice is a whisper as a shudder travels through her body, while uttering those words of approval.

  I’ve been busy tracing tiny circles over the cloth panties, but now that I have the go-ahead, I’m eager to get down to business. I lift my head from her neck while I wait for her attention. After several agonizing moments, she finally opens her eyes and her gaze melts right into mine.

  “Eyes on me, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but you have to watch me. Got it?”

  She licks her lips and nods, a look of longing displayed on her beautiful face. Her plump, red flesh calls to me, and I can’t resist. Evy’s intense gaze on me, I aim to give her what we both crave. With practiced ease I nudge her panties aside, and my fingers at last come into contact with her soaking wet heat. Damn, her cream paints my digits in silky warmth, coating them in her arousal, all as I’m gifted with a quiet whimper from my first touch.

  My fingers delve into her swollen lower lips, slide along her slit, and the entire time, she’s staring right at me. Up and down I trace the soft lines of her pussy, watching her reaction as I search for cues to her pleasure.

  “Danny?”

  “Yeah, baby?” I quit my teasing and bring my finger back to the hard little nub that’ll give her the most satisfaction.

  Shit, I can’t wait until we’re alone, so I can make her scream and call my name over and over again. She grips my forearm, fingernails digging into my skin, but her attention doesn’t waiver from me.

  I circle her clit, faster and faster, bringing her to the edge. “That what you want?”

  “Yes…” Her voice is a quivering whisper and I smile, feeling cocky as hell.

  “Wanna come? Do you want to come with all of these people around?”

  She nods, and by her reaction, I figure she’ll be drawing blood with those nails, any minute now.

  “Say it. Tell me you want to come with these strangers watching. Tell me you want to cream all over my hand.”

  She whimpers, rocks her hips against me. I glance down and see that her nipples have pebbled beneath her dress, hard points peeking through the black material.

  “I wanna come while everyone watches. Please, Danny. Make me come.”

  I lean close, rub my cheek over the smooth skin of her neck, then bring my lips to her ear. “Do it, baby. Come for me.”

  With that, I shift my fingers so I can shove two into her wet cunt, thumb continuing to circle her clit as I begin to finger fuck her.

  Right here at our table, in front of the other guests, I work to make my date come. I’d be lying if I said I weren’t excited, knowing that we could get caught at any moment…while I pump my fingers in and out of her juicy hole.

  “Fuckfuckfuck…”

  Her pussy tightens around my invasion, milking me in rapid succession, tight walls spasming around me as her whole body jerks, shudders, and twitches. I pull my head away so I can watch the pleasure of her orgasm overtake her features.

  “That’s it. Give me what I want. Come for me, Evy.”

  She bites down on her lower lip, then captures it with her teeth as she whimpers, shivers still pouring through her while she moves to the motion of my hand. I could do this for hours—watch her amazing facial expressions as she finds release after release.

  Her pleasure seems to have reached its peak, body freezing as her mouth drops open. I imagine the breath stilling in her lungs just as she arches her back, tilting her face toward the ceiling with a silent scream in her throat. Damn, she’s beautiful, fucking gorgeous… Hell, I don’t even think there’s a word to describe how she looks right now.

  Evy remains frozen in her pose for a moment then collapses toward me, burying her face against the crook of my neck. She seems to dancing in my arms, breathing heavy and shaking as she comes down from her high.

  “Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod…”

  I wait for her tremors to ease, give her a big grin as she finds her calm. Yeah, I’m a cocky fucker. When I think she’s finally got her body under control, I slide my hand free of her pussy and bring it to my lips to stare at the glistening evidence of what we just shared. It’s then that she raises her head, watching me as I slip a finger into my mouth, letting the flavor of her cream explode over my taste buds. I can only imagine how heavenly it’ll be when I can eat directly from her cunt.

  “You’re delicious, Evy. I want to lick your pussy until you cream all over my tongue.”

  She whimpers, then turns her attention away from me. I follow her gaze to see our waiter approaching with our dinner on a tray. The moment the waiter’s in range, Evy addresses him. “Check, please. We’d like everything boxed up to go.”

  Thankfully, it’s not long before we’re outside, with Evy cuddled against me, her hand sneaking under my shirt to glide over my skin. Fuck, I wanna feel her touch me in all the right places. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her hands, her pussy…whatever will make me feel good.

  I mean, the shit that just went down in Tonio’s was hot, and I can’t wait for more. Right now, I should be dragging her big ass home, fucking her into the wall, and making her scream my name.

  Instead…

  Instead, I’m going to act like a fucking girl and pussy out, ‘cause I really like her, and I want more than a just quick fuck from her.

  So, common sense aside, I stop at t
he edge of the sidewalk, look down at those whiskey-hued eyes, and end the night before I come in my pants. “Can we go out again sometime?”

  I can practically hear her brain switching from “fuck me, Danny” to “fuck you, Danny” as I wimp the fuck out.

  “Excuse me?” she asks, a puzzled look marring her face.

  I lick my lips. I seriously need to get over this dry mouth shit. Then, I tug her close, until her front is pressed along mine, so she can feel how interested in her I really am, regardless of the fact that what I’m about to say is going to sound like a brushoff. Guys don’t finger a chick in a restaurant and make her come without wanting more. Like, immediately.

  “I want to see you again, and I just don’t want this to be a onetime thing. It probably doesn’t make sense, shit, it barely makes sense to me, but…can we do this another time?” I rock my hips against hers, dick still hard like a fucking champ.

  “You serious? I’m a sure thing right now, Danny.” She smirks, a small hitch of the left side of her mouth. “We don’t have to wait… I promise to respect you in the morning…even if I do pound your ass with your new toy.” Evy leans close, lips against my ear, hot breath fanning my skin. “I brought it with me. Makes me wet when I think about you fucking me while you’ve got a toy in your hole, rubbing against your hot button. Don’t you want that?”

  Fucking-hot-as-shit-bitch. “You’re evil.” I turn my head, capture her lips and force my tongue into her mouth. She tastes so damn good, food and sex all mixing with her natural flavor. “As hard as this is for me to do, I’m going to walk you to your car and send you on your way.”

  She smacks my chest. “You suck.”

  “Your tits? Why yes, I would love to suck them.”

  “Just not now, right?”

  “No, I do, but…”

  Dude. I’m such a girl. How in the fuck did I just pass up on that?

  Chapter Three

  Letting Evy go was probably the hardest, and maybe the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Mostly because my dick wanted to follow her home, like a little lost puppy.

  So, she left with the promise of another day, another time. And I simply adjusted my hard-on, and then got in my SUV and started driving home.

  I sure hope I didn’t put her off, or fucked things up with her.

  As I pull into my parking spot, I notice my dick is still standing tall. With a sigh, I climb from my vehicle and head inside, strip my clothes as I pad toward my bedroom, straining cock leading the way.

  Throwing my cell onto the mattress I flop onto the bed, and after some digging through the bedside table, I snag my bottle of lube and settle in for a quick jerk-off session. I squirt a bit of lubricant into the middle of my palm and start stroking my dick, a gentle, steady slide over hot skin. I tug my meat, mind squarely focused on the chocolaty goodness I turned down.

  I imagine sucking her tits, nibbling her nipples, slipping my hand down her body until I’m massaging her wet pussy. Her creamy snatch is scorching, swallowing up my fingers like a hungry little cunt.

  What made it so hot tonight were all the little sounds she made, whimpers and moans while I got her off, making her come all over my hand.

  God, I want to taste her, fuck her with my tongue for a bit before I slam my dick home, then bury my cock deep inside her tight fucking pussy.

  Damn, this feels good, hand pumping my cock, pleasure racing down my spine while I imagine filling her, stretching her cunt wide as she begs me to make her come. Me, her white-boy with a big dick, and after I’m done pleasing her…she’ll always want cream in her coffee. Over and over again.

  I rub my fingers against the area just beneath the head, nice and slow, which sends a shudder right through me, pushing me that much closer to coming.

  I’d bust my nut so hard, stuffing her pussy while she milks my cock of my load. That is, I would be, if I hadn’t tried so hard to be a fucking gentleman.

  “Fuck yeah, take that cock.” I raise my hips and fuck the enclosed circle of my fingers while I use my other hand to play with my balls.

  She’d scream my name, beg me to fuck her harder, faster, tell me she’s my dirty little slut who wants it all.

  The fap, fap, fap sound of my stroking hand is nearly drowned out by the harsh sound of my ragged breathing, while I jerk myself off. I slide my hand from my balls and travel south, until I reach my asshole. Fuck yes.

  I’d bang the shit out of her, fuck her senseless. I imagine her returning the favor, helping me find that hot button in my ass that’s sure to make me see stars.

  I continue my one-way dialogue, envisioning she’s right here with me. “Raunchy whore, aren’t you? Beg for my dick. Want it harder? I’ll fuck you stupid.”

  Yes, yes, god, yes… My hand feels good, but I know her pussy would feel so much better.

  I’d fuck her so hard and fast she wouldn’t be able to think straight.

  I bring a finger up to collect a bit of lube from my dick before I return it to the entrance of my asshole, then circle round and round before I push it inside. Gently, slowly.

  It’s weird, different… Not bad, it actually feels pretty good, but fuck, straight men don’t go around putting things in their asses now, do they? And they certainly don’t fantasize about a hot, thick, black woman pounding into them with a strap-on for chrissakes.

  But fuck me if I don’t want that.

  I slip my finger in and out of my butthole in time with the tugs on my aching cock. Hells yeah. So fucking good.

  In my head Evy’s riding me, the dildo in my ass. Her tits are bouncing in front of my face and I suck and bite ‘em, make her cry and scream for me to fuck her hard.

  She swivels her hips, teases me, but I use my free hand to hold her steady while I fuck her from below. Pounding into her juicy pussy, I listen to her moan and groan as she palms her breasts, pinching her nipples while she rides my dick.

  Hell yes, she’s such a sweet, hot piece. Making my cock burn as it yearns to climax.

  “Damn, damn…gonna come.”

  I imagine her telling me to come in her pussy, to fill her up until my cum drips out of her cunt.

  Dirty little slut.

  It’s there, so close, and I increase the speed of my moving hand, envision her pleading with me to give her what she needs. I press my finger deeper into my ass with each hard tug, spreading my legs wide to get better access, slipping it in and out while I jerk my cock.

  Pure pleasure gathers and centers on my balls, sack drawing up tight while a flash of lightening seems to fill me, taking over my entire body, urging my movements on. Harder. Faster.

  “Fuck yeah…” I gasp, finding it hard to breathe, panting while I work toward finding my nut. I squeeze my dick, milk and yank my meat, just like her pretty little pussy will be doing to me when I finally get the chance to fuck her.

  I feel my building orgasm gathering along my spine, slithering and surrounding my balls until I think I’m ready to blow.

  Eyes shut, I see Evy’s face tighten after each upstroke, sweat covering us both while she tells me to fuck her, to fill her full of cock. And then…she says she’ll ream my lily-white ass with the strap-on.

  And that’s all it takes.

  I come, back arched and mouth hanging open while spurt after spurt of warm jizz erupts from my dick, coating me with my own spunk as I continue to finger fuck my slippery asshole.

  I take my time enjoying this, and I don’t immediately stop. I slow the pace of my stroking hand, but keep up the tugging, milking my dick of the last remnants of my blissful orgasm. My magic finger is still sliding in and out of my asshole as the remaining shudders continue to course through my body, causing my muscles to tighten.

  Damn. Just, damn.

  Eventually, my heart slows to normal, breathing evens out, and I snag a shirt from the floor to clean up. I’ll do laundry tomorrow. Really.

  For now, I don’t think I could move if my life depended on it. The erotic thoughts of Evy and my heavenly climax has me in
fucking knots.

  Fuckity. Fuck. I close my eyes and curse myself for not dragging Evy home and living out my fantasy with her. But she’s not a quick, one-time fuck, regardless of how ready and willing she seemed. No siree.

  I stretch out to pull my pillow closer, but my hand collides with my cell phone. I wonder how much of a perv I’d be if I text her now? Right after I’ve stroked one out to the thought of her fucking me?

  Fuck it.

  I scroll through my address book and find Evy’s contact info, then quickly begin to type a text to her before I lose my nerve.

  Stroked 1 out 2 d thout of u. I’m an idiot. C me 2morrow? Dinner? Pretty please?

  I sit and wait, eyes closed as I cup my spent dick, stroking my soft meat while I curse myself for acting like a lovesick chick.

  It’s not long before I get a reply.

  Perv. Pick me up @ 7. 378 N 81st.

  Will do.

  Now leave me alone. I have a date with your dildo, since someone wouldn’t fuck me.

  My dick grows in my hand, and I’m amazed it’s showing interest so soon after my last jerk-off session. With a groan I close my eyes, rub my fingertips over my sensitive ballsack, then immediately moan at the shiver that lights up my spine.

  This time I imagine…

  I’m between her thighs, her sweet chocolate pussy inches from my face, tempting me. Oh, she’s so swollen and ready for me, her little clit hard and just begging for my tongue to play with it. I flick my tongue between her nether lips…her cunt tasting so sweetly salty…and simply delicious.

  My cock’s really interested now, so hard it could pound nails into a piece of wood. All while I lap up her cream…

  My phone ringing literally makes me jump, breaking my train of thought enough for me to release my dick. I scramble to see who the stupid cock-blocker is, before the call goes to voicemail.

  I glance at the name on the screen before I answer it. “Evy?”

  All I get is a muffled “Mm” in response. There’s a shuffle, some static coming through the line, and I just sit there and eavesdrop. I wonder if she dialed me on accident. Or...was it on purpose?