Page 1 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

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Coochie Juices

Fontaine

As I took a step intoClub WatersI had one thing on my mind, have a good time. I hadn’t been out in I don’tevenknow how long and that was by choice. I hated crowds, hated thirsty ass bitches, and the broke ass, fakin’ ass men they clung to.

I glanced into the mirror beside me that rested on the wall of the club, taking in my appearance. All black Tom ford suit, white button up underneath, gold links glintin’ under the club lights. Cuban blunt in my mouth, half-lit, and my cologne hittin’ so hard bitches broke their necks to look at me. And when they did? Man, you’d swear these hoes saw some type of God.

A God with one fresh ass taper.

I looked ‘round feeling the aura around me before my eyes made their way to my section. VIP, nuffin’ less. I made my way over, music still boomin’ lights still flashin’, but all I saw was her.

Thick. Short sexy ass legs, pretty brown skin with a li’ glitter on the collarbone, like she justknewshe was fine. Hair flowing down her back, lashes looked natural, eyes big as hell and pretty.

The red mini dress she wore hugged her like it was specifically made for her. She was dancing alone. Sippin’ on sumn’ tropical.

I took the blunt from my lips, leaned back in the booth, and said to myself, “Damn.”

I watched. Studied the way her hips moved. When she slid her eyes across the room and caught me starin’, I ain’t look away. I’m a grown ass man.

I wanted her to feel that shit, feel it between her legs. Wanted her pussy to drench just off my look alone. She smirked. That lil flirty, ‘I know you want it, but I’m gon’ play games’smirk.

And I was fine with that. She ain’t wanna step to me I’d simply step to her.

So I stood. Adjusted my cuffs, walked over smooth and slow. “You here with somebody?” I asked, voice low.

She looked up at me, lips shiny, smile innocent and wicked all at once. “I’m good by myself.”

I chuckled, coldly. “I ain’t ask you that.”

She stepped closer. Her sweet perfume slapped me in the face—fruity, like strawberries.

“Well that’s what I told you, you always this bold?” she asked, eyes dragging down my frame.

“Only when I really, really want something.” I leaned in close, brushing her ear with my lips. “And right now? Ireallywant yo sexy ass.”

She gasped. Soft. Like she ain’t expect it, but like I said I’m grown. I needed her to know the timing I was on. She was too fine to just besingle.

If I ain’t step to her another nigga would and we can’t have that,now can we?

“Fontaine Wells,” I muttered against her ear. Then backed away.

“Janelle.”

Before either of us could process it, we was in the club bathroom. Private, dim, and locked. I pushed her against the wall, mouth on hers like I was truly starvin’. That kiss was dirty. Tongues touchin’, her moans bouncing off the walls.

I dropped to my knees. Pulled them panties down and the scent of Dove and nothingness hit my nose. I dived right in, her legs shook when I sucked on her clit, two fingers slid inside her, slow, deep. She was sayin’ my name already, grabbing my waves.

When she dropped toherknees? I damn near blacked out.

This was pos’ to be a quick li’ club fuck. I just wanted to get my dick wet out of boredom, but the way her pussy and mouth was hittin’HAD ME ON TEN.

She gripped my dick like it was hers, like she don’ sucked it befo’. Nine thick inches and her mouth took all of me like she was trying to impress me. And she that she did,outstanding job.

Spit glistened around my dick, my eyes rolled back, I was losing it.

“Fuck,” I growled, my fingers in her mouth now, pushing past her lips while she choked on my dick.

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