Page 5 of The Best is Yet to Cum

Clinton

Mona was beautiful, and her body was something special. Her mysterious eyes, perfectly aligned nose, and luscious lips had me thinking things I shouldn’t have. Her skin was a buttery brown, and I’d bet my last dollar that it felt like silk because it looked so smooth.

She was thick with full breasts that I’d imagined sucking a hundred times since she sat across from me. Her hip-to-ass ratio was perfect, and I wouldn’t turn down a chance to let her throw that ass back on me.

I didn’t expect her to invite me inside when we reached her hotel room. Although I could tell she was tipsy, she was still very coherent. When I hesitated to accept her invitation, the sadness in her eyes forced me to change my mind.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to monopolize any more of your night.”

“Clinton, please. You’re not monopolizing anything. I enjoy your company, and I’m not ready to go to bed.”

“I can come in for a little while.”

She smiled before letting us into her standard room, which had a queen bed and the usual furnishings, including a small couch.

“Here’s the remote. You can sit on the couch and watch TV while I change.”

I nodded as I took the remote from her and headed to the couch. She grabbed a few items of clothing and disappeared into the bathroom. I noticed some chocolate chip cookies on the desk and helped myself to two of them.

About fifteen minutes later, she exited the bathroom looking refreshed. Her face was void of makeup, she wore loose-fitting shorts and a T-shirt, and her locs were in a bun on top of her head.

“You look comfortable.”

She laughed. “I am. I hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

“I have wine and a few bottles of water. If you want anything else—”

“Water is fine.” She retrieved a water bottle from the mini fridge and tossed it to me. “I hope you don’t mind. I helped myself to a couple of those cookies.”

She looked at the cookies and then back at me. “Those cookies?”

“Yeah, and they’re good as hell. Where’d you get them?”

“Umm, those are edibles.”

“Edibles? No shit?” She nodded. “Damn, I would’ve never guessed.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think to warn you.”

“It’s cool. I prefer smoking a joint or two if the mood hits, but I partake in edibles on occasion.”

“How many did you eat?”

“Two.” Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“You’ll be floating in a few minutes.”

I chuckled as I stood to grab a cookie from the package. “If that’s true, join me.”

Her giggling ceased as she looked back and forth between me and the cookie before finally taking it from my hand. I returned to the couch and guzzled the bottle of water in a few gulps.

She finished the cookie and got up to pour herself a glass of wine. My eyes zeroed in on her ass, and it was a sight to behold. When she turned around, she caught me admiring her backside.

“You like what you see?” She put one hand on her hip and lifted the glass of wine to her mouth with the other.

“I love it.”

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