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Alexis
Let me be the first to say I’m so finished with men! Could it be possible that there are no good ones left in the world, or do I just keep running into the wrong ones?
I’m Alexis Kennedy, and if you’ve ever read On The Edge Of Heat, then you know my story and horrible track record with all the guys from my past. I swear Nick Haskins hates me.
Maxwell, Christopher; Christopher’s best friend, Kevin—need I say more?
I decided this weekend I would leave all the bad memories, theatrics, and tears behind and just try to enjoy myself.
Once I got settled in M-I-A, I planned to pick out the shortest, tightest dress I can find to catch the attention of some cutie at one of the Miami hotspots. If he’s super fine, I’ll let him and his abs, bring me back to my room for some fun.
As my plane landed, I could see the sunny Miami skies—I couldn’t stop thinking about—was all gray and rainy, accompanied by thunder and lighting.
I didn’t sweat it; once the Uber dropped me off at my hotel, I flashed Daddy’s Black Card and headed straight to my presidential suite.
The minute I made it to my room, I threw my travel bags down, ready to at least take a relaxing bubble bath, since I couldn’t do much else in the rain.
Right before I took off my red lacey bra and panties, there was a faint knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered any room service yet, so I couldn’t imagine who that could be.
I threw on my little silk robe—that barely covered my ass—and sprinted over to look out the peephole. When I did, there was a pair of unfamiliar hazel eyes looking back at me.
I didn’t bother asking who was there; I just opened the door.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
Our eyes locked.
I licked my lips.
He licked his, too.
I said, “Are you room service, because I didn’t order anything,” swooping my long black hair behind my ear.
He didn’t answer me; he just pushed passed me and headed into the living room of my suite. The black tracksuit he wore told me he wasn’t part of the hotel’s staff, so naturally, my first reaction was to scream for help as this tall, buffed figure turned around and crept back toward me.
He came a little closer as his eyes melted into mine. He was still heading in my direction, but he stopped. He took off his jacket and threw it on the chair. His oiled abs were hot, but that wasn’t the matter at hand right now. Who is this guy?!
The seduction in his face turned me on. He looked at me like I was more than just a snack; I was the whole entrée that he was ready to gobble up. I should be running for the phone to call the front desk to tell them I have a mute sexy-ass intruder in my room taking off his clothes and shoes, but I wasn’t about to call the front desk. The way this man was looking at me, I didn’t want to call anyone that was going to interrupt whatever he had planned for me and my body.
I watched his nakedness head to the bedroom of my suite with me following close behind him. When I was close enough to him, he fisted a handful of my hair, jerking my head close to his. I was so close to him I could hear his heartbeat, smell his warm breath, and feel his hard dick pressed up against me.
After he took my robe off, he kissed me. He then took me up into his arms and undid my bra. I let my boobs greet him as he put my left nipple in his mouth. He kissed my neck before licking his way back down to my breast. The softness of his tongue was making me so horny.
He took his time caressing my body, making sure he didn’t miss any of it. The next thing I knew, he tore off my panties and tossed them. Next, he tossed me onto the bed and jumped on top of me. I arched my back as he licked me. Each time he flicked his tongue on my pussy, I wanted to scream, but I held it together. He licked me some more as his fingers and tongue became very familiar with my sex. He reached up and grabbed my nipples as I rode his mouth. I cooed, “Ooohh yes,” as he gripped my thighs. My ass wiggled as he went back for seconds. His tongue fucked my hole like he was trying to win an award.
Before I could get off, he scaled up my dewy body and bounced his dick head on my pussy. When our eyes locked, that gave him the green light to enter me. His dick was so long; it felt like it went on for days inside of me. I started to moan as he pumped between my legs. His speed went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.
I held his trimmed body tight as he fucked me. In and out, out and in, back in, back out—harder, faster, faster, harder. He was going ballistic inside of me, and I welcomed his every inch.
I screamed, he grunted, I begged, he hissed. His sweat leaked onto my flesh as my pussy sucked him in deeper.
He then flipped me over onto my stomach and slid right back into position. First, his plump head met my opening before his cock made its way back inside of me. My pussy spat with him digging as deep as he could go. He was now behind me, tunneling out my walls as I screamed for more. He was bashing me so hard my vagina started farting each time his thick member crashed into it. As I flung my hair off my shoulders, I kept the rhythm of my body with his so I wouldn’t miss any of what he was giving.
He had total control over me, my body, and my orgasms. He fucked all my LA problems, and Miami boredom away. I was now enjoying sheer pleasure with my next orgasm splattering all over his dick.
When he laid flat on his back, I quickly climbed on top of him. I slid down his dick, my walls retracing each time he thrust his body up. I couldn’t help myself; I rode him like a stallion, with my ass cheeks bouncing on his fat balls.
His body started to shake, quiver, and sweat even harder than mine. Now, I had control, and I wasn’t letting him, or his penis, go until I was done.
He grabbed my ass as air huffed from his nostrils. He was busting a big nut inside of me. I could feel his juices flooding me with his long legs sprawled out behind me. When I bent forward, his lips puckered to meet mine. We kissed with his member still inside of me. I squeezed my lips together one last time before I got off him.
My spongy weak legs permitted me to head to the bathroom, leaving him still lying there.
As I stood in the mirror trying to put myself back together as best I could, I looked behind my shoulder to see him standing there. Our eyes met in the mirror. I watched his lips part as if he was about to speak, but he didn’t. By the time I whirled around to look at him face-to-face, he was gone. Just like that, he vanished right before my eyes. I didn’t bother calling out for him or searching my room to try and find him. I already knew he was gone because he was never here. At least not the way me or the other girls described him.
This Jamal that we keep talking about is a tall, sexy fantasy with a long tongue, big hands, and a fat penis. He doesn’t exist beyond the minds of the deprived women that call out for him to come touch their sex-starved bodies. He’s nothing more than a figment of mine, Taylor, and that LaTavia chick imagination.
He comes from the nastiest part of a lonely mind ready to please, ready to fuck all the stress and tension away. He has no limits. No objections. He’s not limp, two inches, or two minutes. Jamal is whatever his caller needs him to be, and today, I needed him in the worse way. The other girls did, too. We needed him, he came—so did we—and when his job was done, he was gone. Talk about no strings attached.
So, the next time you’re alone, horny and ready, just close your eyes and call out to Jamal. He’ll fulfill all your fantasy right before he fades back into that freak-nasty place inside of you that sometimes just needs to get fucked right.
I looked back in the mirror and splashed water on my face thinking about my invisible boo. I blew myself a kiss and said, “Until next time, Jamal . . .”