She didn’t have to tell me twice. I took a long swig of the bubbly, placed the bottle and the glass on the dresser, and let the robe fall to the ground. Following my pointed dick, I eased my way over to her and placed a hand on each of her bouncing hips. I let my dick slide up and down from the top of her ass to the tip of her clit.
“Come on, daddy. Stop teasing me and put it in,” Kandace almost whined, taking hold of the nightstand and backing that thing up into me. It didn’t take much maneuvering to slide my dick up in her soaking wet pussy.
That was one of the things I loved about Kandace. She didn’t mind foreplay—hell, she loved when I ate her pussy—but dick was her thang. All I had to do was mention I wanted to fuck, and her pussy was dripping wet. I slammed my shit into her for a few minutes, and the moans and groans she made were like a crowd at an NBA game urging the home team on to victory. The louder she moaned, the harder I fucked. The harder I fucked, the louder she moaned. Kandace and I had sexual chemistry like nothing I’d ever seen, and that chemistry always led to one thing: an explosion.
“Oh shit, daddy, I’m about to cum!” she wailed.
“I know, baby. Hold on. I’m almost there,” I pleaded as I continued to plow into her.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can.” She shuddered.
“Fuck it, then. Let it go, baby. Let that shit go!” I screamed, and that she did.
“I’m cummmmming!” she shrieked with intensity, dropping to her knees. “I’m fucking cumming so good!”
I held onto her sweat-soaked body, going down to the carpeted floor with her and trying to keep pace so I could release my own orgasm, which I did within seconds. “Me too, boo!”
“Oh, yeah. Give it to me, daddy,” she purred, clamping her ass cheeks down on my dick like a vise grip.
I collapsed on top of her, spent, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was enjoying the afterglow of her own sexual high. A few minutes later, we were both cuddled up, asleep on the floor.
* * *
Three hours later, we pulled into the crowded parking lot of Wet Dream. The long line to get in was wrapped around the building. The night air was hot and muggy, and I didn’t really feel like waiting in a long-ass line, but as soon as I put the car in park, Kandace was ready to hop out.
I glanced at the other people waiting as we walked past. It seemed to be a mixed crowd in their twenties and thirties. Most were casually dressed, but there were a few people who looked like they were about to go to a job interview instead of a nightclub. When we finally made it to the end of the line and took our spot, Kandace wrapped her arms in mine. I wasn’t really into PDA, but we were on vacation, a long way from home, so I let it slide. Besides, after the way she put it on me earlier, I was seriously thinking about making her my girl.
Kandace was a stripper at a club in Hunts Point, not far from where I lived. I’d been eyeing her for a while, but she’d been dating this local drug dealer who she was faithful as hell to. He didn’t know what he had and started fucking some other broad and got caught—same old story. Once I found that out, I started sending flowers and shit to her job, and eventually I wore her down and she finally gave me some ass. Like I said before, our sexual chemistry was amazing, and after that night, she started sneaking off and calling me. I’d been tapping that ass ever since, and to be honest, it wasn’t just the pussy. I liked her company too.
The line slowly began to move, and after a few minutes, a large Cuban-looking guy wearing a black suit stopped by us. “What are you doing back here?” he said in a thick accent.
I didn’t react, but then Kandace said, “Rome, I think he’s talking to you.”
Fuck, please don’t tell me I look like somebody this big motherfucker has beef with, because he looks like he eats niggas my size for lunch, and I’m a long way from home and don’t have a strap.
I exhaled, putting on a fake smile. “Standing in line to get in the club, brother. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
“You? Standing in line to get in? Yeah, that’s a problem.” The man began to laugh.
I looked over at Kandace, who looked just as confused as I felt.
A few more of his buddies in black suits walked over, and they were even bigger than him.
“What is he doing in your line?” he asked one of the other men, pointing at me.
I worried that this was about to get ugly.
“I don’t know.” The man shrugged.
“The boss is gonna have your head for this,” the Cuban man replied, removing the velvet rope from its post. “Why don’t you folks follow me.”
“Where are we going?” Kandace asked.
“To the VIP line, where you should have been to start with,” he said.
Kandace and I glanced at each other, then happily went along with the guy. He led us past the crowded line, around the corner, and through a door marked VIP into a small, dim hallway. Loud music came through the walls, and we passed an office and a small stairwell, then finally he opened a door and we were standing directly behind the DJ booth. Bright neon lights flickered to the beat, illuminating the venue. It was a nice size, with a bar that spanned one wall, high-top tables and booths on the other, and a large dance floor in the center. It was crowded, and as I scanned the
