Page 13 of Jagged Edges

Since the day he chucked the deuces at the game, after my mother discovered she was pregnant with a son, he’d owned Mansion - a club that housed every man’s dream. Beautiful women. In addition, there was gambling, liquor, top dollar food, and a damn good time. The perfect combination. My visits usually ended with me in a VIP suite with the pick of the litter, watching as she rode the beat to the song of her choice. But, not tonight. Tonight, I wanted nothing more than to head home and enjoy some downtime.

The darknessjust hit different when alone and with someone on your mental. The cool shower did nothing to relieve the achiness of my stiff rod. As the water caressed my skin, I fought the urge to submerge my length with the palm of my hand. The attempt to rid my thoughts of the culprit proved to be a bad decision when visions of her beautiful, brown skin graced me.

So fucking pretty.

She was the epitome of softness. Buttery skin and natural hair that reserved so much space around her head that it actually made her features look smaller than they were. Chiseled cheeks that arched near her eyes when she smiled.

The significance of the pocket of air she inhaled before speaking made no sense to me, neither did the reason it was stuck in my head. My only explanation was that she was assmitten with me as I was with her and simply desired to acquire what I’d exhaled at the sight of her.And, what a fucking sight?

I didn’t know her story and neither did I have to. It was her heart that I felt drawn to. With all its massiveness, seemingly needing someone to help relieve her of all the love it had to give. I was him.

The person in need of every ounce that she was willing to pour into me. I’d saved so many people along my journey and for once, I wanted a savior. Someone to save me from myself and my loneliness. I wasn’t asking for much. Companionship was my only requirement and I’d handle the rest. All of it.

The sound of little footsteps pedaling through my loft would sound so much better than the silence that I faced every night - no matter who laid next to me or the city we laid in. Exhausted with the reality of singlehood, my only cure was companionship. A partner. A mate. A woman. At my big age, I was ready to give someone the world and from the sound of my thudding heart, her name was Brisk.

Unable to resist the rigidness any longer, I wrapped my fingers around it, firmly.

“Ahhh,” the moan escaped involuntarily.

Eyes still shut, I massaged my bulging head down to the base of my dick and then back up. Over and over, I repeated the same gesture as visions of Brisk continued to stimulate me. Overwhelm me. Unnerve me.

Her brown skin.

Big, fluffy lips.

Large rounds.

Reserved demeanor.

“Fuck!” I grunted as my balls began to tingle, signaling my nearing end.

Lack of words.

Large, perfect teeth.

Tiny nose.

Flushed cheeks.

“Shit,” I continued massaging my hardness.

The gasping.

That fucking fit on her body.

The widened hips.

The petite frame.

The face.

The beautiful face.

Shit.

I milked my dick for the thick, slightly opaque liquid that hit the drain and disappeared in an instant. “Fuck!”

Seven

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