ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance) (31 page)

I was waxing my board and she was doing the exact same thing that I was. There was something else that I would’ve liked to wax. Whatever he was doing in the gym had sculpted him into the perfect man. He must’ve gone to some tropical getaway recently, because his skin had this bronze sheen that was making it hard for me not to do something that wasn’t entirely professional.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Michelle.”

“I suppose it depends on what you’re looking for. If you want something long term, then I can’t say that he’s the right guy for you. If you’re looking to get one out of the chamber, then that’s another story altogether. I’ve heard from previous lovers that he is demanding and knows how to take what he wants. I got this feeling that some of those girls didn’t exactly tell me everything. They were probably a little embarrassed by how easily he had turned them into complete sluts.” I thought that I would know better than to get involved with one of my clients. I knew that there was no such thing as forever, but I thought that I was strong enough to resist just about anyone.

“In the last three days, I have asked myself that very question over and over again. I think about what it would be like to be with him for one night. I think about the aftermath and how he would walk out and not even grace me with a phone call afterwards. I don’t want to be a skid mark or that notch on his belt. He probably feels that I’m some kind of challenge. He is damned and determined to make me see him in a different light.” Once in a while, I would ask myself why I didn’t just succumb. It would feel good to be with him, but would it be worth it in the end, to be left stranded like a hit and run accident victim?

“Elizabeth, I can’t tell you what to do. I can only give you my unbiased opinion. You obviously have some strong feelings. You’re gonna have to decide if that is only physical. There’s nothing wrong with taking somebody pretty back to your bedroom and showing them what kind of woman they’re dealing with. We’re both in our early thirties and we may not be cougars, but we do feel the need to prowl. You can look, but you give Anderson an inch and he will take a mile. I even found him in my kitchen completely naked.” That was reminding me of how he stood behind me with his cock like a divining rod placed up against my buns.

“I get this feeling that there’s still room to grow with a certain part of his anatomy. I’m afraid of how easily I will give in to him.” She was smiling like she wanted to live vicariously through my experiences with him. “Damn…you want me to sleep for him, so I can give you all the blow by blow details. You’ll take that excitement and you’ll grab Emilio and turn him into a puddle of sex. He won’t even know what’s happening and you’ll become some kind a whirlwind and force of nature and will knock him on his ass.”

“I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with a healthy fantasy life. If you get something from it and I get something from it, where is that hurting anyone?” She did make a valid argument and one that I was hard pressed to debate.

“You’ve been a horny fuck ever since I met you. I would think Emilio should count himself lucky that you settled down. From the stories you’ve told about your past indiscretions, I have to say that I’m a bit impressed that you were able to take all that pent up sexual frustration and direct it on one man.” I looked at my watch and I could see that it was rapidly approaching 10:00 AM.

The tempo of my heart had begun to beat just a little bit quicker knowing that he was going to be in my vicinity. Being in my gravity would make us that magnetic force.

“Being dead serious, I’m just going to tell you that you should be careful and know exactly what you’re getting yourself into. You can try and take it slow, or throw caution to the wind with the metaphorical champagne glasses being thrown into the fireplace.” She followed me up with her wet suit down around her waist and that white bikini top showing off her obvious endowment. I had on a yellow top the barely contained my C cups. The material only covered what was necessary. The rest was left to be scrutinized underneath the watchful eye of any man.

“Two lovely ladies and both have seen me naked.” Anderson was standing there looking every bit as delicious as he did three days ago. I’d used his image to fuel my fantasies. I had to admit the very idea of letting him into those locked gates between my legs was only making me willing to give him the key.

“I want you to be nice to my girl, Anderson. Don’t make me knock some sense into you. Being with Italian blood, I can be quite the ball buster.” I was thankful that she was willing to stand up for me, but it wasn’t necessary. I was my own woman and if I decided to sleep with him, then that would be my decision to make. I could see it happening. The thought of climbing on top of that was making me giddy with anticipation.

“You’re no fun, Michelle. Then again, I’ve heard of some of your exploits in the bedroom with Emilio…hot…hot…and so fucking hot.” He did that to make her blush and it had the desired results. “Don’t worry, he didn’t go into explicit detail, but I could fill in the blanks where he left off.” She playfully punched him on the shoulder and he feigned feeling a bit of pain. “Why don’t you stay and make me the filling in the sandwich.” We both gasped and he laughed out loud at our discomfort. His appalling attitude notwithstanding, he was still the way that every man should look like. Imposing and intimidating was what he was good at.

Michelle with her newly shorn short black hair walked away and then stopped momentarily to glance back to see that he was cocking his head to the side. “Keep your eyes where I can see them. You really are incorrigible and maybe that’s what gives you that cute factor.” She backed away with her one finger wagging back and forth to deny him another chance to look at her well defined posterior.

He turned abruptly and grabbed me by the shoulders. “For god’s sake tell me that you get to touch that.” He let go and dropped his pants in that order. His jeans were around his ankles with his very expensive black silk underwear. He stepped out of them and then climbed up on the table in the same position that he was in the other day. The only big difference was that he was lying there on his back and not on his stomach.

I could take in every detail of his manhood. The way the vein in the back seemed to be more pronounced. The head flared like some kind of beast that was about to be unleashed.

“I thought we had an understanding. This is not how I work and I prefer that you turn over and stop playing these games.” I was putting my foot down, but my tongue was literally hanging out of my mouth in absolute shock. He smiled and flexed the piece of pipe, showing how it could grow and balloon with just a very mild concentration on his part. “That’s not fair and you know it. Try and be good. I know how hard that is for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to. I’m just laying here waiting for you to get down to business.” I’d seen revealing photographs of him on the Internet. The funny thing I found was that I was more excited by seeing him on the field. It was like watching magic personified. “Just because you are excited doesn’t make that my fault.” He was really asking for it, but there’s no way that I could manhandle him. The very image of him pushing me around in various positions had me practically salivating at the chance to go further than a professional exploration.

“You know as well as I do that you’re doing that on purpose. I can’t work on your shoulder in this position, no matter how much I would like you to stay that way.” I caught myself, but my slip of the tongue had not gone unnoticed by Anderson.

“Fine, but don’t think for a second this is over.” He turned over and the sight of his tight end was almost as exciting as what was on the other side. I’d always been an ass woman and this guy had the kind that you could bounce a quarter off of. “You know what kind of effect you have on females in general. I’m sure that there are even a few guys that wouldn’t mind seeing you take down those tight pants on the field just a little.” He shifted uncomfortably. I guess he didn’t have any bisexual tendencies that he knew of.

I worked on the shoulder and the rest of his body, because I just couldn’t take my hands off of him. I hadn’t changed into my regular attire and I was doing my business with only a skintight wet suit that was down around my waist. I felt his hand touching my leg and I moved it aside with a gentle reminder that that was not going to happen.

Him lying there, so close to me, was making it hard to fight my feelings. I was getting caught up in the moment and looking at him like this was more than enough to make me take the chance. When his hand touched my leg again ‘purely by accident of course’, I tried to move my hand to intervene, but it wouldn’t move. I enjoyed the way his fingers were creeping up the inside of my thigh and then soon rubbing my mound through the wetsuit.

"I knew you would come around eventually, Elizabeth. I have to say that I haven’t been able to think of anyone else since I saw you three days ago. I haven’t even been with anyone. When I came close, I felt like I was cheating on you. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but the only way that I can get you out of my system is to fuck the living daylights out of you.” The very idea of taking his steed between my legs was causing my pussy to gush with excitement.

CHAPTER FOUR

With his hands now getting busy between my legs, I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander. I slapped his bare ass. He grunted in response, but he didn’t try to stop me, as I spread his legs and drizzled the oil down the crack of his ass. I followed the line of warm liquid with the tip of my finger, grazing over the winking rosebud. I saw him squirm and I circled the very spot, until his hips started to move like he was fucking the table.

“I never had anybody do that to me before.” I didn’t hear him complaining and I followed down over his heavy laden balls, gripping them and cradling them in my hand. I gave them an interesting massage, but it was what was underneath him, swinging freely, that I was interested in getting a hold of.

He suddenly turned and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me down swiftly, until my mouth was practically giving his cock a very secret kind of kiss. My lips touched the warm pliable head. I could taste the salty discharge of his excitement clinging to my lips. I opened my mouth and I found myself wanting to do this despite my claim to the contrary. I made myself believe that he was forcing me to do this, but I knew differently.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this. I’m glad to see that I’m not the only one. Come on, I know you can take more than just a measly couple of inches. You have this raw sexuality that tells me that this is not your first rodeo. Open up that damn throat and let me feel what it’s like to be deepthroated by a real woman who knows what they’re doing.” The excitement within his eyes was telling me what I was doing was exactly the right thing.

His knob touched the back of my mouth and I took a deep breath and grabbed him at the base. I had two fingers circled around, but they didn’t even come close to connecting.

“I have to see this to…fucking believe it.” This was the first time that I had decided to mix business with pleasure. It seemed almost stupid not to, especially when I had him in a vulnerable position each and every time I had him on the table. He swung around with his feet dangling over the sides. He was sitting there with his two hands on the back of my head. “My god, you really do know how to make a man feel good. You are definitely good for my ego.” His ego was already big enough. He didn’t need me to stroke it for him.

His hips were moving and I may have gagged a little bit on that stick of dynamite, but it wasn’t enough to make me relinquish my hold. I worked my head up and down, drooling down the length of him and leaving him nicely spit shined. He was getting close and I wanted this more than I could ever say. He grunted and then he threw back his head with his eyes closed and the rest of him came alive.

The first blast trailed across my tongue and left an imprint on me. It was soon followed by a deluge of five more quick streams that filled my mouth to capacity. I sucked it all down. I turned my face up towards him with my throat working to take his deposit. I still had my hand around him and then I began to circle his knob with my tongue. That oversensitive part of his anatomy was revitalized. It was a little trick I had learned from a boyfriend. I surprised him by this new twist in our relationship dynamic.

I popped his knob out of my mouth and licked my lips to let him know that that was just the start of something more to come. “I don’t normally finish a guy off like that. I did learn an interesting trick from an old boyfriend from the orient. Any man is capable of coming back after such an explosion. The girl just needs to know what they’re doing.” He was staring at me. I thought that he was mad, but he was actually over stimulated.

He jumped down and took a hold of the snap on my bikini top and made short work of it. He unzipped the wet suit the rest of the way and let it fall at my feet. He bent me over the table with my ass in his face and his tongue now spearing forward. I let him have his way with me, ravaging my body and making me cry out in obvious enjoyment to what he was doing.

“I want to cum… I want to cum, so fucking bad. You don’t even know the half of it. That’s it, get it in there deep and wiggle that god damn tongue, until I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me…god damn it fuck me with that…TONGUEEEEEEE.” I was barely breathing and I was praying to the gods above that this would never end. I had the time and I was going to make the most of it. My climax had left me spellbound and lying there helplessly available.