Chapter 4
Oson
Iwas on her the minute her fine ass walked over to the bar.
In a room full of sexy women, she owned the shit and I was drawn to her.
Her red hair is pulled up, she’s wearing the mask, and the red dress she has on is glued to her curvy, thick as hell, sexy frame.
The only thought in my head as I watch her is taking that damn dress off her as she takes a shot at the bar.
I’d arrived early to set things up for her.
I didn’t expect to see her here so soon.
I real shit wasn’t really sure she would come, but I’m glad she did.
The whole ask was a chance but I hadn’t become the nigga I am without taking chances, and this—she—is no damn different.
I bet on myself by sending that box to the club, and when I saw her fine thick ass walk into the bar here, I knew I had won.
While sipping my drink in the cut, I watched as she took her shot.
When she slid off the bar stool, I stood, and like a bee to honey, followed her to the second floor.
I fell back when I saw her so caught up in ol’ girl on the bed.
Watching her pretty face light up as she watched them was sexy as hell.
I held back as long as I could but had to get to her, touch her, and have her.
I step to her and place my hands on her hips. As I caress them, I whisper into her ear, “You like what you see?”
Her sweet ass scent tickles my nose as I speak and I just take her all in.
This is the closest we’ve ever been. There’s no table or leather booth between us.
At my words, her body stills for a brief moment.
I feel her stiffen under my hands and for a second I start to think I took the wrong chance.
However, when I feel her sink back into my chest then exhale, that doubt shit passes.
Instead of turning around, she rests her head on my chest and twists her head to look up at me. Her pretty ass smile spreads across her face then she shakes her head.
“You,” is all she utters.
“Yeah, me,” I say then remove the mask from her face. That shit was for her not me. I’ll recognize her in any room.
She doesn’t say anything else. She just nods then turns back forward. The group she was watching are no longer on the bed. It’s being cleaned and sanitized by one of the hundred muthafuckas who work here. When I first got here, I peeped them and security.
Her head tilts a little and I follow her line of sight to another couple in the back corner.
The nigga is fully dressed but the woman, or his girl, is naked.
Her big titties and tiny ass are on full display.
She’s smaller than I like but that nigga seems to like it.
When she places one leg across his lap, he grabs her lil ass and pulls her pussy into his face.
I crane my head to see Taleya is locked in.
Her eyes are glued to them, watching their every move.
When I see her pretty eyes stretch in awe, I glance back over to the couple.
Ol’ girl isn’t standing anymore. Her legs are over his shoulder and his face is deep between her legs.
When she starts feeding him her pussy, her head falls back and so does Taleya’s.
A small moan falls off her pretty ass lips, sounding sexy as hell, and my dick jumps.
This shit is turning her on and that has me turnt the fuck up too.
She’s all into them and I’m all into everything her. Her body pressing into mine, her juicy booty on my dick, and her scent all confirm my decision to send her the invite. She’s the perfect way to celebrate my gains this training trip, and I’m ready to suck, lick, and fuck her sexy ass body.
“Can I do that to you?” I whisper.
Her response isn’t verbal. Instead of speaking, she reaches back and grabs my hand. At this moment, I let her have that but once we are in the room I reserved for us, she’ll learn the rules.
Accepting her hand, I let her guide mine up her thick thigh.
Her skin is so fucking soft I damn near groan, but I hold that shit.
I’m not trying to prevent her from reaching the final destination.
When she inches my hand toward the trim of her panties, she tilts her head up to meet my eyes.
She holds my gaze a little longer this time before raising one of her eyebrows.
Then, her eyes travel from my face down her body.
She steps one foot out, widening her stance, and giving me full access.
I don’t hesitate for a second. My hand slides into her panties, and when I run my hand down her pussy, my damn knees almost buckle. I instantly feel how turned on she really is. Her juices drench my fingers; she’s wet as fuck. Shit!
Slowly, I run my fingers through her wetness, massaging her lips.
When I insert a finger into her warm opening, we both groan lightly.
Her head drops back onto my chest. Our eyes lock again, but when I thrust my finger in and out of her wet pussy, hers close.
My thrusts pick up and I feel her body tremble.
“Open your eyes,” I command and it takes her a minute to comply.
“I want to see them shits when you cum,” I tell her.
Based on the small tremors of her body, she’s close and I’m ready to take her over the edge.
We are in a room full of people but I don’t give a damn.
I want to please her, make her cum, then take her fine ass upstairs.
After pushing my finger in and out again, I remove it and suck her juices off.
“Shit, you taste like water. Pure, fucking, good ass water,” I groan.
I love that. She smirks then closes her eyes again. “Open,” I utter.
Using both hands, I graze her hips, up her sides, to her full breasts.
Low moans fall from her lips, almost whimpers, and that shit is like music to my damn ears.
Amped, I travel back down to her pussy, and when I insert two fingers this time, her eyes fly open.
With my eyes focused on hers, I finger fuck her until her pretty face contorts, her moans increase, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Her thick thighs clamp together, trapping my hand as she cums.
“Shit,” she utters through her orgasm. When her body stops trembling, I remove my fingers, nastily lick her off them, then plant a kiss on her forehead.
“Can I take you upstairs now?” I ask.
“Mmmhmm,” she moans and fuck! My dick is about to burst through my fucking sweats.
After pulling her dress down, I tap her ass then lead her out of the room.
We journey to the elevators. Luckily, one opens as soon as I press the button.
There’s another couple on it but they get off on the third floor, leaving Taleya and me alone.
As soon as the door closes, she turns and faces me.
“What’s on the top floor?” she asks.
“Our room. I see you liked that shit down there but I prefer no audience. You cool with that?”
“You sent me a box with the invitation to meet you here and I came. You just made me cum like five minutes ago. It’s safe to say, I’m more than cool…
or I could just be crazy as hell,” she says.
She grins and shakes her head. “Hell, this is some wild shit. You know my name but I don’t even know your damn name,” she adds.
“Oson.”
“Oson,” she repeats while nodding. I like the sound of my name on her perfect lips. The elevator stops and the doors open. “I guess this is our stop, Oson. Lead the way.”
We exit the elevator and I lead us to the fourth room on the right.
I’d checked in earlier and set everything up.
This ain’t no romance shit or nothing but it is Valentine’s Day and I’m a nigga with some sense.
Besides the things I wanted to have to ensure that I fuck her properly, I’d also gotten her roses.
When I open the door, I motion for her to enter first. Timidly, she does. I laugh a little as I watch her peep around the door then cautiously walk into the open living room space. She looks back at me then back forward again, turning her head to get a full view.
“It’s just us on G-O-D. I don’t want anybody in here with me but yo’ fine ass,” I assure her.
She audibly exhales then shrugs. “You look normal; I guess,” she says.
“Just normal? Shit, I know I’m a good-looking ass nigga,” I say and she smiles. “You want something to drink before I take all your clothes off?”
“I think liquor is warranted. Yes please, but can I sit before you take them off,” she counters with slickness in her tone.
“Yeah, you can sit. I like eating pussy on my knees anyway,” I tell her and she smiles.
Her body and smile are everything. I never knew it matched her personality and wit. Her sexy meter is going up more and more. Some women find my directness too much but she seems to rock with it and gives back what I’m giving. I like that shit a lot.
Before walking to the bar, I step into the bedroom and grab the roses. When I walk out holding them, her lips part and her eyebrows raise. I step toward her, and before I can say anything, she reaches up and pulls out one of the roses to smell it.
“Long stemmed pink roses,” she says. “For me. Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Just trying to be a gentleman or something like one. It’s Valentine’s Day. Shit, I’m sure you probably had niggas lined up to treat you today but you chose to accept my invite. I figured I should have something to offer besides just good dick.”
“Just good? I came hoping for great,” she says.
“Oh it’s definitely great. Just trying to be a little humble,” I say and she laughs.
“I’m picking up a lot of things about you, Oson. Humility isn’t one of them,” she says with a smirk.
“Glad, I’m presenting well,” I tell her before placing the rest of the roses on the table.