Cause there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman.
The brewery is finally turning around, and the new products are being well received. See, there’s something I never thought would happen. Like never in a million years did I guess the old man would sell off almost everything he owns to fund his own brewery, and help his sons get back on their feet.
Listen, I haven’t said I’ve forgiven the man, but I’m getting closer. Like the olive branch is extending closer, and maybe one day soon I’ll take hold.
I can say one thing, the man sure is trying hard.
And maybe I’ve been a little too harsh on him.
Yes, after I sang my heart out to get the girl back, I never left. That’s right, you are looking at Jupiter’s newest resident. I begged my mother to come down too, but she was happy I was moving down, and said she’d be down for the wedding and then smiled, like she knew it’d happen sooner than I think it will.
Like I said, I’m not opposed to marriage, and when I do get married it’ll be to the hottest babe in South Florida.
We left the distribution office in good hands in Atlanta, and I was able to move down in a heartbeat.
Which is a good thing, because I don’t know if I’d be able to survive without this girl by my side.
“Are you almost ready?” Kiki calls from the living room of my new condo.
“Almost.” I meet her by the door, kissing her cheek because I can. “What should we sing tonight?” Yes, Kiki and I have become quite the karaoke aficionados. In fact, we’ve been able to turn a crowd into a frenzy with our hot dance moves and killer vocals.
After the club, I hold her hand in the parking lot, walking her to my car. Before she gets inside, I wrap my arms around her, folding her into my chest and kissing her, letting my tongue explore hers.
I’m sporting the biggest hard on in history right now and it’s all thanks to Kiki’s little outfit she’s got on. It accentuates all the right things. Legs. Tits. Ass.
She opens the back door and pulls me inside on a moan. Her sweet coconut-smelling skin has me craving to go further south. To the parts of her body I’m yearning for. Parts I’ve been dreaming of all day while at work.
Because everything I’m craving is beneath her dress. It’s cramped in the backseat, but I’ll make do. I slide down her body, and when I reach her thighs, I lift her dress with my teeth, until it’s up and off. I’m met with her white-lace bra as I glide my fingers around her back to unsnap it.
“Wow. That was impressive,” she says as I remove her bra.
“It’s not the only thing I’m good at, trust me.”
She laughs a soft laugh, and I’m enamored with the swell of her breasts and the pink nipples begging me to taste them in the darkness.
And I do. I suck one into my mouth, letting my tongue run over her hard nipple as my hand massages the other one.
I fucking want her.
The fire is stoked.
It’s blazing my skin.
Making me burn for more.
My vision blurring.
I’m teetering on the edge.
Her body syncs with mine as we grind against each other. I need to taste her. Her panties are damp, and next thing I know they’re off, flying through the air.
This is some sort of exquisite torture, and I know I can’t take it anymore.
I fling her leg over my shoulder and drag my tongue down her smooth skin to what I want more than anything.
I groan, letting her scent fill my nostrils. She’s so fucking wet. And so fucking tight as I slip a finger inside her. And then another.
I lower my mouth onto her, sucking her sweet taste and savoring it on my tongue. Her hands make tunnels and pathways in my hair, and I keep licking and tasting every inch of her pussy. I’m drunk on her. And there’s no AA class I could take to ever want me to give this up.
I reach my hands around and squeeze her ass, gripping her hot flesh, my fingers digging in.
“Oh god, Ellis,” she cries out, making my dick ache. Making it pulse uncontrollably. But, I won’t think about my own release right now.
I have more important things to do.
“You like when I suck on your clit?” I ask the question, but knowing full well she loves it. Because she goes wild. She goes crazy with lust.
I take a quick peek, watching her eyes squeeze shut as she arches her back in ecstasy. She’s on the brink of coming, and I release her ass to plunge two fingers inside her.
Her thighs close in, keeping me in place as she pants for me not to stop.
My heart’s raging against my chest as I keep kissing and sucking her clit between my lips.
I swear, this girl does things to me.
Everything fades away as Kiki comes crashing down around me from her orgasm. It really is something quite amazing, and I memorize the sound.
As soon as she’s calmed, I kiss up her stomach and gaze into her eyes, noticing how right after her orgasm they lighten just a shade. “You’re so fucking hot,” I tell her.
“And you’re so fucking mine,” she says back.
And she’s telling the truth.
I am forever hers. Never in a million years did I think I’d get this lucky, but...never say never.
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Sneak Peek of Cold Hearted Baller
Calliope
My veins are going to explode. I scan the list of ingredients in the Max Energy drink I consumed this morning, checking to see if drugs are listed. They aren’t.
With a move I imagine is worthy of Maxwell Hunter, the star pitcher who endorses it, I wind my arm back and rocket the sleek silver can across the conference room of Mayhem Marketing. It thunks against the cream-colored wall and lands with a thump inside the small trash can.
“Yesss,” I exclaim as the door opens.
“They’re ready for you, Calliope,” Rita, assistant to the man who’s going to hire me to cater all of his marketing company’s functions, informs me with a furrowed brow.
He hasn’t actually agreed to hire me yet, but he will, because according to the energy drink ‘It’s winning in a can.’
“Let’s do this, Rita,” I nearly squeal, ping-ponging around the room where I’ll be serving the King and his court various items I’ve created. “I’m going to win them over with my baking skills.”
“You ok?” she asks, at half the speed I seem to be talking.
I give her two very animated thumbs up, feeling like my arms are going to shoot off to the ceiling.
“Yes.” I smooth my hands down the long length of my hair, from root to bottom. The usually heavy brown locks feel like they’re standing on end. I need to calm down, but I can’t. I feel electrified. Times one hundred.
She moves to the corner of the room as Tobias Longwood, grey-haired owner of Mayhem Marketing, enters, followed by two men in suits. My heart rate accelerates to an unnatural rhythm. I’m not sure if it’s the energy drink or the fact I’ve been dreaming about this opportunity for such a long time. If I can land this account, I’ll finally have the extra money to expand my cafe. Thanks to Max Energy, that thought makes me extra excited.