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him, “hell to the nawh.” Me, being a master of this craft, I had to prove I could handle all of him. And if going to my OB-GYN the next day was what I would have to do to make sure everything was okay, then so be it.
    Instead of entering me, Jaquon walked around the table until he was standing over me. I turned to see his extension angling toward me. Could my mouth even wrap around it? I thought. This was definitely not a one-handed blow job.
    He smiled down at me before stepping forward until the tip of his manhood was touching my lips. I licked it, trying to size its girth before opening my mouth to consume him. I couldn’t take him all, but I worked what I could using both of my hands to stroke him. His moans let me know he was enjoying what I was doing and it only made me want to please him more.
    After I lubricated him for a few minutes, he pulled away saying, “Not yet.” I could tell by the way the head was swelling he was getting close to climaxing.
    He moved back down to my womanhood looking down at my moist opening. Then he grabbed his extension, shaking it at me, and asked, “Are you ready?”
    Hell, nawh, was what my mind screamed, but I nodded yes.
    He climbed atop the table like a carnivore attacking its prey. I looked at him. Then I looked at his massive Johnson angling its way to my entrance. I wanted it, but I’m not going to lie, I was fearful too. My curiosity wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted to know how deep he would penetrate my inner walls. Jaquon let me know in a matter of seconds, pushing his way deep as his Johnson split me open. Deeper and deeper he went until I didn’t think he could go any farther.
    Suddenly, he pushed my legs up to my shoulders and I began to tremble. You would have thought I was lying on a block of ice the way my body was shaking. I didn’t know if it was my body trying to reject its invader or my nervousness at such a monstrosity penetrating me. Either way, I continued to tremble.
    Trying to accept his pleasure was a task that made it hard to enjoy his strokes. If pain was pleasure, I had a hell of a lot of it. After a little while, my body started to get used to its invader. As I relaxed, my walls gently accepted him deeper, so deep that this man hit something within me making water run as if I was pregnant and my water had just broke. I had no clue what the hell was going on, but he smiled and kept stroking his way to a climax.
    This man had me feeling things I had never felt before. I don’t know if it was his ruggedness or the sensual way he gazed at me, but something about him tantalized me. Maybe it was the way he licked his lips and enticed these hips. Whatever it was, I had fallen hard. Maybe the beast went deeper than I thought, tapping at the core of my brain, telling it to worship him. Whatever this feeling was, I didn’t like it. I wasn’t supposed to fall for the one-night stand. In this case, he was supposed to be my score.
    As soon as we were done, Jaquon climbed off of me and began to get dressed. He never spoke a word, sliding his clothes on as I watched silently. I wanted to speak but exhaustion and soreness had me. I lay on my side, holding my stomach, wanting to pretend to be asleep, but how could I? I was still on top of a kitchen table lying in a puddle of my own juices. What could I say anyway? The sex was amazing. Maybe we could hook up some other time.
    I could see guilt had started to creep upon his face. For a moment I felt bad that I contributed to his failing relationship. I hoped he would be able to work through explaining his infidelity to his girl. If it was any comfort to him, he did make me suffer having to deal with his immensity. My insides hurt like hell. I couldn’t wait until he left so I could crawl into a warm bath and soak the pain away.
    Jaquon walked to the door and looked at me one last time before exiting. I closed my eyes thinking how lucky I was to have had him for