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its hood. His hands stroked his dick faster, wanting so much to take the place of that finger. Her eyes never ceased watching him, even when her finger made the trip southward again, plunging inside her drenched snatch. One finger was followed by two, her hips rising, writhing as she fucked herself. “I want to taste you...may I?”
            Was she joking?
            “Yes, why don’t you do that?” Although he sounded like a man in charge, Donovan knew that to be so far from the truth it wasn’t funny. Oh, what the hell. In for a penny... “Don’t stop touching yourself. I want you to make yourself come as you suck me off.”
            The words were foreign to him. He’d always wanted to say them, like in the pornos he sometimes snuck off to watch in the middle of the night.
            “ Ummm , yeah, baby. I like the way you think.”
            Once her lips wrapped around his cock, Donovan had to fight not to explode. So hot! So sweet! Not even a small scrape of teeth. She sucked with vigor, making his balls pull tight in a throbbing need to come. God, he didn’t want to come. His hand went to her hair, fisting it in an attempt to pull back, but only managed to use the silken ropes to pull her down on his cock. Somewhere in the back of his mind he seemed to remember someone mentioning black women didn’t like their hair touched. Maybe Tamika from work, another African American dream he spend too many nights fantasizing about. Cha’Relle didn’t seem to mind. She moaned around his dick, causing a vibrating sensation to race right to the base of his scrotum. He had to stop her...in just a minute...
            “Oh, no, you’re not about to come on me. Not before we get to the good stuff.”

 
     
The Lesson
     
     
    Donovan blinked, trying to gather coherent thoughts. He’d been close, so very close. Now he watched, his cock cold as she moved away, peeling the skintight mini dress from her body. The only thing under the clinging piece of clothing was a bra that pushed her breasts up but barely contained them. The dark, espresso-colored areolas were clearly visible above the satin covering. Soon that was gone too, leaving her gloriously bare. Holy shit, what a body! Donovan didn’t know women were shaped like that anymore; she reminded him of a pinup girl or a 1950s starlet. She was soft and full in all the right places, her belly softly rounded outward. It brought to mind fertility rites and making babies. Her bones didn’t stick out at all angles. She was welcoming, an invitation for a man to take his pleasure.
    Rummaging through a side drawer, she threw him a little tin packet, then spread herself out on the bed. With her legs spread wide, he could clearly see how much she wanted this. Once more his mouth watered, needing to taste her secrets. There was nothing standing his way, and he wasn’t about to let this chance go by.
    Crawling between her thighs, he lowered his head to her waiting pussy, his tongue lapping at the moisture that escaped from her slit. The tang of her essence coated his tongue, driving him to probe deeper. Aww , hell, she was sweet. Swiveling hips smashed her crotch against his face, making it difficult to breathe, but Donovan didn’t care. The unabashed sounds of pleasure she made were air enough; the way she pulled at his hair as she ground out her enjoyment sustained him. How long had it been since he’d eaten pussy? He couldn’t remember. Damn, he missed it, missed this. He didn’t stop, not even after the first wave of her orgasm was greedily swallowed. Determined, he made her come twice more until she was screaming in ecstasy. Only then did he rise and quickly don the condom she’d thrown his way.
    He wanted her on her hands and knees so he could watch her magnificent ass as he drove into her. He wanted her on top of him so he could suckle those bountiful breast as she rode him. Hell, he wanted her nine ways from Sunday, but he would