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  “Confused? What are you confused about?” I slightly slurred my words.

  That damn Henny was kicking in already. My body was starting to heat up. My tolerance for alcohol was damn near slim to none. Pretty soon, I was going to start telling Sean how I truly felt about him.

  “How did that nigga land you?” he asked, looking me in my eyes and taking a sip of the second shot I had poured him.

  “I’m not the one who cheated on me, and left me to wonder what the fuck I did wrong. I thought we had something special, I mean come on Sean, I marry your best friend and all of a sudden you pop up again as his partner, no less. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you planned that shit on purpose just to get close to me.”

  “That’s what you think, huh? Does he even know about us? I bet when y’all are fucking, it’s me that you’re thinking about. I control your pussy the same way I control your mind,” he said.

  “Actually, Giles does a damn good job making me cum, and when I climax it’s his name that I scream out, not yours. The only pussy you control is the one you go home to every night.” I shot back.

  I was lying through my teeth, and Sean knew it. But I would never let him know that. He truly had some fucking nerve coming at me like that. I was mad, but at the same time I was so turned on. Having him in my presence alone after all of this time was nerve wrecking.

  “You know, Romonica, I still have this passion for you. Shit, if I wasn’t so loyal to the nigga I would take you from him. But since I am, I can fantasize, right?” he asked with a raised eye brow.

  I was speechless. Did he just admit to fantasizing about me? Damn, it’s hot in here.

  “No, it’s not wrong. I um I’ve had dreams about you too.” I admitted.

  Did I really just admit that? Shit no more Hennessy for me.

  “I’m sure you do. You told anyone else what happened with us in college?” he asked

  “No, I didn’t. Out of sight out of mind. You aren’t that important.” I stared at him.

  I couldn’t take anymore. Going down memory lane with Sean had my mind going and my pussy throbbing. I didn’t even care that Giles was in the other room crippled and drugged up. I wanted to relive what we had shared in the past. He had set my whole body on fire. I needed him to be like an extinguisher and put out this flame he had ignited. After all of these years, I was still lusting for him. Nah I wasn’t into cheating but I damn sure enjoyed his sex.

  “Remember how I use to make you cum?” he asked.

  “No, I don’t recall that.”

  He walked toward me and I was getting nervous. What the hell was he doing? He was up on me and I was stuck in between him and my counter. He was inhaling my neck which was giving me chills.

  “You still smell good.” He stared at me.

  He parted my legs slightly with his knee and ran his hand down my thigh. He paused and slowly slid down to his knees. He lifted my right leg up and put it over his shoulder.

  “Sean, what are you doing?” I asked, looking down at him.

  Even though Giles was unable to move, I was worried about getting caught. I love my husband, I kept trying to remind myself, but what Sean was doing was making me question that.

  “Sssh, be quiet.” He slid my skirt up above my waist.

  I was breathing heavily. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this to happen with my husband in the other room. I tried to fight off the urge between my thighs. My mind was saying no but my body was saying bring it. I could feel Sean inhaling my pussy, and the feeling of it made me jump because it tickled. He started to French kiss my thigh, and it was turning me on. He was looking up at me, as he continued. He stood up and moved my panties to the side,

  “What about your girlfriend?” I asked only half concerned.

  “What about her? Is she here right now?” he asked.

  “No but—“I tried to speak.

  “But nothing, Ma. Relax, I got this,” he said, taking my bottom lip in his mouth.

  His lips tasted so good, and the kiss we shared was familiar. He inserted her two fingers inside of me and used his thumb to play with my button. I could hear my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

  “Mmmm.” A muffled moan escaped my lips.

  He was kissing on the right side of my neck and using his left hand to massage my nipple through my blouse. “Can I taste you?” he asked, looking me in my eyes once again.

  He pulled his fingers out of me, smeared them across my lip and then tongue kissed me. The mixture of his sweet lips and my juices had me wanting to ride his face.

  “Damn you taste good.” He enjoyed me.

  He pulled my skirt back down and backed up laughing. I was pissed. I didn’t know what the fuck was so funny. He had just made me cum in the kitchen. I was hot and very bothered and now he had the nerve to be laughing. What the fuck?

  “Tell G I’ll check on him later, “he said.

  He finished the last of his Henny, grabbed his keys off of the counter and winked at me.

  “I see it still doesn’t take much to make you cum.” He smirked as he left out of my door.

  I was standing there flustered and pissed. How could he get me excited and just leave? Did that shit really go down? I looked down my thigh to see cum dripping down my leg. My husband was drugged up with a broken leg, so I couldn’t even fuck him to get my mind off of this.

  “Where the fuck is my vibrator?”

  The End!

  Island Lust

  By

  Linnea

  Neveah, Kaylanie, Caileigh, and Brooklyn hopped out of the cab in front of the The Courtleigh Suites in New Kingston, Jamaica. The first cousins had been planning the vacation for about a year and it was finally time to have some fun in the sun.

  Kaylanieslid her sunglasses up her nose as she emerged from the vehicle with a look of disdain on her face. This wasn’t her type of hype at all. As they passed through several areas of smaller, row houses and roads that gave them an idea, she was convinced this part of the island was not for visitors. She knew trusting her sister, Caileigh, to make arrangements without verifying them thoroughly was a mistake, but she had already spoken her piece on the way so she wasn’t even about to go there all over again.

  Leave it to her adventurous ass, Kaylanie huffed to herself.

  Wait a minute,” Caileighstretched her arm in front of the others girls’ chests to stop them in their tracks.“Before we leave this airport something needs to be said. What goes on in Jamaica...” Caleigh waited for a response.

  “Stays in Jamaica,” the other girls excitedly chimed in unison.

  “Good because what I am about to do Tyrus cannot find out about,” Caileigh emphasized the seriousness of her baby daddy discovering her plotted indiscretions.

  She loved him, but their sex life since the baby had become so routine. She needed spontaneity and adventure, both of which had disappeared over the last few months. Caileigh opened her purse to reveal the numerous condoms she was carrying. Neveah and Brooklyn teasingly shielded their eyes as if the sunlight and gold foil gave off a blinding glare.

  “That’s a damn shame,” Kaylanie turned up her nose.

  “Whatever, with your siddity ass. Let's not forget that you got your modeling career off the ground by doing favors on the couch,” Caileigh reminded her.

  “Y’all don’t start that mess, please. We are here to have a good time,” Brooklyn, the baby of the group refereed the fight between the two sisters. At twenty-one, she had barely made the cut for the trip. The other cousins were banging on the door of the thirties club and extremely skeptical about bringing her. After some begging and pleading, they agreed that she carried herself in a mature enough manner to tag along.

  After entering into the pact, Caileigh almost knocked them down, eagerly trying to get into the hotel and check in. Careless, she paid no mind to the fact she left her bags for the others.

  “I swear this girl gets on my nerves at times.” Kaylanieshook her head.“Those bags will sit rig
ht there if she waiting on me to bring them in. I’m not a damn bellhop.”

  “You know this is all she has been talking about for weeks,” Brooklyn laughed.

  “Whooptiedo.” Kaylanie’s size two frame had enough struggles withher own bags to be concerned with carrying her sister’s.

  She packed just like the fashion model she was, always ready for a runway moment. She was five feet, seven inches normally, but most of the time she wore heels that made her at least six feet. She had a mocha chocolate skin tone and a shoulder length bob with a Chinese bang that hung low, accentuating her alluring almond shaped eyes. She wore corn chip shorts with a wife beater that was tied in the back and coach tennis shoes.

  Neveah paid the driver and then picked up her and Caleigh’s bag, walking into the hotel behind the other girls.

  Caileighhad already found her prey at the front desk.“So what part of the island are you from?” She leaned onto her elbow, sliding the keys from desk attendant’s fingers.

  “Rema,” he responded in his thick island voice. He was medium height, bulkily built, cappuccino colored man with curly hair and a perfectly aligned set of molars.

  “Umm hmm. And how far is that from here?”

  “‘Bout fifteen minutes.”

  “Maybe you can show me the city when you get off, Duran,” she read his name off of his gold lapel.“You have my room number.” She winked at him.

  “Definitely, Fluffy.” He licked his lips, imagining what Caileigh’s treat might taste like.

  “Fluffy?” She creased her brows at the nickname, wondering if he was insulting her because she was thickly shaped woman. She was five feet, two inches with big breasts, thick thighs, and a small pouch that remained after the delivery of her six-month old. She had short hair which she wore spiked, and doughy brown eyes.

  She hoped he wasn’t trying to take a jab at her because she was confident in her shape. Her beauty came from within and not from what people judged by the naked eye.

  “Babes, a jus caahu body fluffy. U shape well good,” he explained why he had called her the name.

  “Uh huh.” She joined the other girls at the elevator.

  The two bedroom penthouse suites sat a few feet from the elevator. Sitting the bags on the floor, Neveah walked across the living room to the balcony, breathing in the dry summer air. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the fresh island air as the palm trees stirred lightly, attempting to give off some cool air.

  This trip was so needed to get her away from her life. Working a full time job and managing her master’s degree schedule was far more difficult than Neveah anticipated. She tried to keep her mind focused on the payoff her hard work would yield, but at that moment all she wanted was some peaceful time alone on the island to relax.

  Brooklyn toured the inside of the suite.“This is amazing,” she gasped, going back and forth between the bedrooms.

  Each bedroom was furnished with a king sized bed, thirty-two inch wall mounted TV’s, an ottoman, and a breakfast set that sat in front of a massive wall length window. A breathtaking view of the city sat below, surrounded by the clear blue water and green hill sides that could be seen with the curtains drawn. The bathrooms had glistening brown granite marble counter tops and high glass showers.

  Brooklyn stopped admiring the attractive views once she heard a knock at the door.

  “Y’all ready?” Caileigh asked. Neveah came off of the balcony, closing the sliding door behind her.

  “For what?” Brooklyn questioned.

  “To go out. We didn’t come all the way here to be locked up in no damn room. I need to see what this place is about, so come on,” Caileigh demanded.

  “I need a few to get ready,” Brooklyn said.

  “I want to lie down. So y’all go ahead without me. I’ll do whatever is planned for later,” Neveah replied lethargically.

  “Girl, bye with that bull. You’re not tired. You’re stressing over lover boy.” She corrected Neveah’s lie.“You do as you please, but you better stop worrying about that nigga because believe he ain’t thinking about you.” Caileighserved Neveah with the harsh truth.“I’ll be downstairs in the lobby waiting for you. Hurry up,” she huffed at Brooklyn, allowing the door to shut.

  She was right. Once Caileighstepped out of the room, Neveah lay across the bed, checking her phone for his messages. She had texted him when she got in, but he’d had yet to respond.

  “Ughh!” She threw the pillow across the bed in frustration.

  Neveah knew she needed to end the relationship with her grad school department chair holder, William, but she couldn’t. He had specifically told her he wasn’t looking for anything serious, but she’d caught feelings for him anyway. Now it was a complicated mess.

  Neveah knew she was far too beautiful to be wasting her time with his old, shriveled up ass anyway. Her peanut butter complexion and bedroom eyes were eye grabbing. Her full juicy lips and natural, golden colored-locks hung to her mid-back. She could catch a man quickly without trying. She just had to make it up in her mind to leave William alone.

  Caileigh exited the elevator, peering in the direction of the desk. She planned to occupy her time flirting some more with her first island treat, but Duran was nowhere in sight. She headed across the lobby toward the shelves that displayed the brochures of different attractions the city offered. From what she had seen online, New Kingston was similar to the French Quarters in New Orleans.

  Walking further into the lobby and past the office, she heard Duran on the phone having a heated conversation with someone. She nosily snuck around the desk and put her ear to the door to listen in. His back was to the door as he looked out of the open blinds onto the street.

  “Yuh bettah av mi money wen mi reech.” He threatened the person on the other end of the line with the consequences if they didn’t.

  A devious idea crept into Caileigh’s mind. You only live once. She shrugged her shoulders at that thought and tip toed into the office, peeling off each of her clothes until none remained.

  Duran hung up the phone and turned around to an ass naked Caileigh, standing in the middle of the floor. He licked his lips, approving of the woman before him.

  “I thought why wait‘til later for what we can do now.” She slowly walked over to him, allowing him to take in her nakedness a little more.

  “Damn, Fluffy,” he nodded his head as she walked across the floor. He wanted her badly. When she reached him, he gripped all her of ass, pulling her into him and passionately kissing her. Their tongues intertwined in a tango as the room disappeared.

  Caileigh’s hands left his back in search of the reason she came. Unfastening his pants, she stuck her hand into his boxers, pleased with what she found. Jackpot,she thought at the feel of the nine inch hook she discovered. Moans expelled from Duran’s mouth as she gently tugged up and down his full length until he stood at full attention.

  Duran picked her up, placing her onto the office desk, ready to fulfill his earlier desire. Bending over, he flicked his tongue over her clit gently, savoring her honey. The more he quickened his pace, increased impulses of satisfaction coursed through Caileigh’s veins. He slurped on her juices, enthralled by her pleasure.

  “Oh, shit!” She seized the back of his head tightly, summoning him to continue. He began sucking on her womanhood, trying to extract all her nectar.

  “Fuck!” She cried out, lifting her body off of the desk. He cupped her ass checks to hold her in position, then inserted three of his fingers into her pothole as he continued. Caileigh laid back, clenching the edge of the desk for dear life. Duran gulped on the saccharine that poured out of her beehive. Caileigh’s body quivered as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. It felt as if all of the oxygen in the room had been depleted.

  “Duran, please.” She squirmed from the bliss he was giving her, but the stronghold he had on her wouldn’t allow movement. Unable to hold the ecstasies that streamed through her, she released sighs of delight onto his tongue.


  “Umm,” Duran hummed as he licked her clean.

  Rising from the floor, he pulled her by the legs and across the desk to him. Her mind briefly wandered to the thought of the condoms she had left upstairs. Shit on it at this point, she thought. Massaging his Mandingo against her pearl tongue, he joshed her sopping wet passageway with only the head. Her warmness felt better than he could have ever dreamed.

  He eased further into her with each motion, coating his shaft with her wet offering. He moved his lower extremities in a tidal wave motion, giving her surges of delight. He wanted to savor every dripping, wet stroke that Caileigh’s pussy allowed.

  “Give me all of you,” she called for more of him to enter her.

  “Shhh, Fluffy.‘Nuh worry uself.” He prolonged honoring her request.

  Her funnel swallowed every bit he gave. His head fell back as he quickened his pace slightly, her muscles contracting to control his entrance and exit. Their bodies shivered from the pleasure being exchanged. He leaned over her body, planting sensual kisses down her neck and body. Caileigh reciprocated, placing pecks onto his shoulder blades. She dug her nails into his back, scratching his skin.

  “Take this like it’s yours.” Caleigh pushed back onto him to ensure he knocked down her walls. The curve of his dick tickled at her G-spot.

  She placed her legs around his neck, forcing herself onto him which drove him into a frenzy. Duran grasped her wrist, elevating her off the desk. Caileigh resembled a pendulum dangling back and forth over the floor as Duran thrust violently into her. Their bodies slapped together brashly, giving round of applauses in appreciation of the work they were handing out.

  Perspiration trickled from Duran’s forehead onto Caileigh from the intense heat their bodies expelled. The sweat mixed with the warmth drove Caileigh into an insane trance. She screamed as the second rapture of bliss emanated from her gut. Duran prodded her burrow until he could no longer hold back. He placed her in the computer chair, ejaculating his seeds all over her stomach.