Page 6 of Too Many One Nights

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The car ride was quiet as hell. Mainly because I didn’t know what to say, and he hadn’t uttered a word to me yet. I didn’t want to ruin the night by putting a damper on the mood with a barrage of questions. I thought we were going to go to a hotel, but he brought me to an expensive high-rise building. This had to be where he lived, or at least a spot he frequented. When we pulled up to valet and he handed off his keys, that confirmed my suspicion. Without being told, I followed him inside, where he took the elevator to the eighth floor. It was kind of awkward because he was still quiet, with his head leaned against the cold elevator wall. When the elevator dinged, letting us know it stopped, he stepped off again with me in tow. Once he opened the door to his apartment, he allowed me to go in ahead of him. I glanced around, taking in the gray hardwood floors that showed my reflection perfectly. I was hesitant to walk on it until he finally spoke up.

“You just gone stand there like a part of the furniture or you gone come do what you came here to do?” I snapped my head in his direction and noticed that he was void of all of his clothes except for his boxers and socks and the Styrofoam cup he had since he was at the bar.

Anxiety took over me as I followed him back down the hall and into a massive room. Just like the front, it had minimum decor, but what was here I could tell was expensive. The only thing in here was a bed, dresser, and two nightstands.

“Take this shit off.” I jumped because I didn’t expect him to walk up to me like that. Nevertheless, I stripped down to nothing as I waited to see what his next command would be. My heart was knocking in my chest at how fine this man was and how I couldn’t believe how he finally chose me.

“Come suck this dick. How good you suck it depends on if I want to sample that pussy or not.” He sat down on the bed and took a drink from the cup he had.

Not being told twice, I threw my blonde, bohemian knotless braids in a bun at the top of my head. Descending to my knees, I nestled between his muscular thighs and fished his hard dick out that was straining against the material of his boxers. I practically drooled over his dick. Wasting no time, I hallowed my jaws and suctioned him into my awaiting mouth.

“Gah damn, Goldie. Get that shit.”

Hearing him groan with pleasure, I made sure to do just as he asked and sucked his dick like my life depended on it.

Gawk…Gawk…Spit…Slurp

I made sure to make it good and nasty and by the way he was gripping my hair, I had to be doing a good job.

“Shit, Goldie. You gone make a nigga renege on his one-night stance. Fuck!”

My chest swelled with pride, knowing I had him feeling this good. I was going to make sure that I left a lasting impression on him if it was the last thing I did.

“Shit,” he breathed out. “I’m ’bout to nut. You gone eat that shit up?” He peered down at me through hazy eyes. I didn’t see a need to respond because as soon as he said it, he was shooting his load down my throat.

“Gaaaah damn!” he groaned out in ecstasy.

Feeling accomplished, I made sure I sucked down every drop.

“Damn, girl. You definitely earned this dick.”

He leaned over and reached for a condom from the nightstand.

“Get that ass in the air and arch ya back.” I quickly got into position and waiting for his intrusion. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my slit a few times before finally plunging deep inside.

“Oh, gawd!” I yelped at the feeling.

“Mhm. Get this dick. Don’t you fuckin’ run either.”

Never being one to back down from a challenge, I kept up with Buck the best that I could. By the time he was done with me, it was three o’clock in the morning and my pussy was aching something terrible.

“Aye, I’on do sleepovers, shorty,” he announced once he came back out the bathroom.

“I’m waiting on my rideshare to pull up,” I explained.

“Oh, aight,” was all he said before he slipped his clothes back on. When he was finished, he gave me a look that meant get my ass up.

Hurriedly, I slipped my feet in my shoes and headed to the front. When we made it to the door, I turned to face him.

“This was fun. You think we—”

“Nah,” he cut me off.

I’m not gone lie. I was a little taken aback by his brashness, but I should’ve expected it. I knew what I was getting into when I chose to come home with him. Instead of responding, I gave him a tight-lipped smile and left out the open door. When I got on the other side, I let out a squeal because I had just had sex with my crush. Even if he was dismissive, I still got to enjoy just a piece of him.

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