Talia leaned over the table, pressing her elbows into the table and squeezing her bosom together unconsciously.
“So how much time do you have left?”
“One last tour of duty. Not sure when.”
“Exciting. So you’ve been all over the world?" She probed.
He sat back and nodded, “All over the middle east at least. Spent some time in Africa.”
“Oohh, Africa. Sounds wild.”
“Well, Damian, I’m glad Imogen convinced us to get together.”
Damian smiled at the woman sitting across from him. She was the one who’d needed to be convinced. From the moment his buddy’s wife, Imogen Henderson, had brought her stunning friend Talia out for drinks, Damian had been smitten. He’d only said a few, shy words to her, but he was desperate to find out more.
Imogen, eager to play matchmaker, had convinced Talia to see Damian beyond the group setting. Their first date had started off well.
“I’m glad too.”
Talia shrugged, “Though I can’t say I agree with all this war stuff. I’m more of a pacifist.”
“I don’t think there’s a single conflict that we can solve better with violence.”
Damian smirked and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Well, we’re all entitled to our opinions, aren’t we.”
“Hey, no judgment,” Talia replied.
“So what about you? What do you do for a living?”
Talia shook her long, curly black hair out of her face. Her sparkly eyeshadow complemented the Ankara print on her dress.
“I’m a singer."
“What kind of singer?”
“Gospel music. Jazz music. Anything that will pay the bills.”
“Yup,” Talia nodded, “It’s always been my dream to be a big star. Like Etta James. Or Billie Holiday.”
“I love Billie Holiday.”
“There's not a man I trust who doesn’t.”
Damian grinned. He liked Talia so far. A lot. She was on the thicker side, with a nice round buttocks and a set of breasts that he’d pay to suffocate between. Not like he’d be so crude as to say that to her out loud. Her skin, a reddish-brown ochre color had a deep, warm glow. Her smile lit up her face, carving out two dimples in her cheeks.
Her patterned dress was loud and extroverted, in stark contrast to the shyness she displayed on their date. She was reserved but open at the same time, giving Damian the impression that she valued her honesty.
“So where do you sing?”
Talia lit up once he asked her about singing.
“I started off singing in church. But then… I stopped going to church. Started getting gigs singing in bars. I put out an independent album and now my agent is working to sign me a record deal.”
Talia shrugged, “Not really. It’s not like I’m rich or anything. But I hope to be some day.”
“Don’t we all,” Damian replied with a smile.
He continued to press her, “So this album, can I listen to it some time?”
“You can buy it,” Talia teased, “Lord knows I need the money.”
“I’ve never been a fan of gospel music.”
Talia clicked her teeth, “I have a feeling I’ll change your mind.”
Damian admired her confidence. She seemed to ooze it, especially when talking about singing. Hell, he could imagine she’d be a good singer too. Even her regular speaking voice was deep and sultry, with a slight rasp to it. He could just imagine how beautiful she looked with her mouth all twisted up, as high notes flew into the air.
Talia could see him looking at her and she changed the subject again. She found Damian attractive, but she didn’t want to lead him to believe she was ready for something that she wasn’t. A man being fine wasn’t enough of a reason for her to let him in.
“Another drink?” Damian asked.
Damian pulled a waiter aside and ordered another drink for the two of them. He leaned across the table and smiled at Talia. His blue eyes were widened with curiosity. As he smiled, Talia noted how perfectly straight his teeth were, how he smelled of cinnamon and cloves, and how his hair was a gorgeous ash brown color.
“What? Why are you staring at me?”
“I want to ask you something.”
“Then ask it.”
“How good are you at shootin’ pool.”
Talia smiled back.
“I’m pretty damn good.”
“Then you won’t mind if I challenge you to a game after we drink?”
“Mind?” Talia replied, “I’ll whoop you ’til next Tuesday. Won’t be much of a challenge.”
“I love your confidence.”
Talia teased him by winking. Man, she was gorgeous. Where the hell had Dwayne Henderson been hiding a single woman like this from him for so long? It had been such a long time since Damian had been with a woman. Deployment meant there wasn’t much time for romance and when there was, it was usually brief and meaningless.
Now that he’d settled down for a while, Damian could see himself pursuing something more. And with Talia, he could definitely picture it. She was luminous, confident and charming. Her voice was magnetic too.
Their drinks came and Talia pounded hers back quickly. Damian followed suit. She stood up and sauntered towards the pool table.
“Get ready to have your ass kicked,” She teased.
Damian grinned, “Oh no missy, I ain’t about to let you whoop me.”
They grabbed cues and set the balls in the triangle. Talia leaned over the table and squinted one eye shut. She seemed to be making micro-adjustments. As she set up her shot, Damian couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to her body. Her bosom swung over the table, giant mounds of flesh that distracted him thoroughly.
When the cue cracked into the first ball, sending three solids into the holes, Damian snapped out of his reverie.
“Shit. Nice shot.”
“I know it was,” Talia replied, winking at him.
“You know,” Damian replied, “I’ve never lost a game of pool.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Not this,” Damian said cheekily.
“Have you always been such a flirt?”
Damian chuckled, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Talia waited for him to make his shot. She was playing hard to get with him, but the truth was, she was trying to convince herself not to take things too far with Damian. In the past, most of the guys she’d dated had tried their hardest to get in the way of her career.
They’d seem OK with it up front, but when they realized just how much work Talia put into her singing and producing songs, they lost interest. Fast. If the guy was a particularly troublesome one, he’d try sabotage. Talia was wary around new guys. Damian was a bit different because Imogen had pleaded with her to give him a chance.
He was Dwayne’s buddy from Afghanistan and they worked out together three times a week. If Dwayne and Imogen vouched for him, that had to be worth something. Damian’s shot wasn’t bad. But Talia was convinced she’d still beat him.
She shot again. And missed. Badly.
“Damn it!” She swore.
Damian chuckled, “They let you sing gospel with that mouth?”
“I’m a singer, not a saint,” Talia replied, “And I really thought I had you there.”
“Guess I’m more of a challenge to beat than you thought.”
Man, she was sharp. And Damian was finding himself more attracted to that than he expected. It wasn’t just her looks, her sharp wit or her charm. It was something more.
They played one round. Talia won. The smug look on her face didn’t bother Damian one bit.
“Round two?” He asked.
“Only after a shot of whiskey.”
Damian was starting to feel the liquor. The slightly dizzy feeling plus the excitement he felt just being around Talia was starting to make him feel frisky. Damian ordered two shots of whiskey at the bar.
While Damian was at the bar, Talia leaned her weight on her pool cue, waiting for him to return. She knew she could beat him again. Talia was smiling so widely and so distracted that she didn’t notice the two men come up behind her.
“You usin’ this table?” One of the men grunted.
The two men were both taller than Talia. Both with protruding, globe shaped beer guts. One had black hair and the other was bald.
“Yeah. I’m waiting for someone.”
“It’s our turn,” the bald one said.
The black haired one folded his arms and smiled smugly, “It’s our turn. So hand over the pool cue.”
The black haired man started getting in her face when Damian returned.
“Do we have a problem here gentlemen?” He asked.
The bald one smiled, “We were just watching.”
They stood back and left Talia alone for the time being. With their arms folded, the two men stood against the wall watching. Talia tried to shake the uncomfortable feeling the men gave her. She had a sense that they hadn’t seen the last of them.
“Whiskey?” Damian offered.
She took her shot.
“And you’re really okay?”
“Yeah. They were looking for trouble, but I don’t think they found any.”
“Bottoms up,” Talia said with a smile.
Damian grinned and they tilted their heads back, consuming their shots of whiskey quickly.
“Ready for me to beat you again?” Talia teased.
Damian was willing to let her beat him a second time. He was intoxicated just being near her. The liquor didn’t help. Damian watched as Talia leaned over to take her shot. Again, she looked perfect like this, all bent over with that look of hunger for victory beaming in her eye.
“Your staring is distracting me.”
“A man can’t help looking when he sees something nice.”
“Well try to keep it in your pants, okay?”
“No guarantees,” Damian teased.
As Talia took her first shot, the two guys cheered and whooped in the back. Damian braced himself. He could tell they were looking for trouble from the moment he’d seen them start piling on Talia. For now, they’d held themselves back. But Damian didn’t know how long that’s last.
He took his first shot. Awful.
Damian stood up and cast a watchful eye at the men up against the wall. They were getting rowdier. At Talia’ next shot, they approached the table to whoop and cheer for her.
Talia was getting visibly uncomfortable. Damian turned to the guys and told them off.
“Why don’t y’all get away from this table.”
“It’s a free country sir. We’ll stay right where we are,” The bald one said.
It’s a date. Don’t give them the trouble they’re looking for. Damian tried to talk himself down from lashing out instantly, despite his urges.
Talia pressed her hand to Damian’s arm.
“Don’t worry about it. Ignore them.”
Damian was finding it hard. Talia was winning the game, whooping him badly. When she bent over to shoot what Damian was sure would be her last shot, the black haired man who’d been watching them waltzed over and smacked her on the ass.
Talia stood up, mouth agape. The bald headed man and the black haired man began laughing at the top of their lungs, their faces turning tomato red and beer spilling out of their pony-neck bottles.
“Did you see the look on the face of that monkey,” The black haired one laughed even harder.
Damian couldn’t hold back any longer. He rushed towards the men. Talia grabbed his arm, trying to stop him.
“Damian! No! It’s fine.”
“To hell it is…” Damian growled.
Damian walked over to the two men, getting into the taller one’s face.
“Why don’t you two get away from here so I don’t have to get my hands dirty.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do to us?” The bald one grunted, cracking his knuckles.
“I don’t want any trouble. I just want us to be left alone,” Damian replied.
He could feel his face turning red. He could feel blood boiling in his veins and that old desire to grab onto someone and bash their face in was running strong. Damian tried to resist.
I’ve changed. I’m not gonna let one douche bag upset me.
The black haired guy took a step forward, refusing to back down.
“It’s a free fuckin’ country and I don’t have to do shit that a nigger lover like you tells me.”
“What did you just call me?” Damian growled.
Bald head folded his arms with a cocky grin plastered across his face, “I think he spoke loud and clear. He called you a nigger lover.”
"I already told you to watch your fuckin’ mouth,” Damian growled.
He cracked his knuckles. He knew the type that these guys were. They’d fix their mouth to say anything, thinking that no one would have the guts to stop them. But Damian had already identified their weak points. He could see that the bald headed guy had a slight limp and that the black haired one was too drunk to take a punch. He was prepared to fight them off.
“It’s a free country mother fucker,” The bald one said.
“Please Damian, let’s just get out of here,” Talia pleaded.
She didn’t want this to escalate. But Damian couldn’t stand to sit back and watch somebody spit out the n-word like it was nothing. Damian wasn’t going to listen to her. There was a time to be the bigger man, but it wasn’t now.
He stepped up to bald head and swung. Bald head dodged the first punch but he didn’t see the second coming. Damian’s fist connected with his face and Damian kicked his feet out from under him. Bald head fell, hitting his head on the pool table first. Damian landed another kick.
“Damian! Damian, you don’t have to do this!” Talia screamed.
Damian was too overcome by his fury to stop himself. Hearing the man’s words echoing in his head stung. Rage blinded him. Damian stepped over bald head. He grabbed black hair by the caller and slammed him into the pool table. He bashed his head into it again and again.
“Don’t you dare say that word,” Damian growled, “Don’t you dare say it!”
The bartender had finally noticed something was wrong. He had called a couple bouncers who were now making their way to where Damian was standing. He slammed the black haired man’s head one last time. Damian stepped back before the bouncers and the bartender had arrived.
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” Damian announced.
Damian dropped the black haired man to the ground. He stepped over both of them and approached Talia.
“C’mon,” He replied, “Let’s get out of here.”
Talia was shaken. She followed Damian, grabbing his hand as they left the bar. The bouncers and the bar keep weren’t too perturbed. Damian had a feeling the men he’d run into were regulars — and regular troublemakers. While they expected him to leave, no one caused him more trouble.
As Damian and Talia exited the bar, he shook his fist. Throwing a punch hurt. And he hadn’t thrown one in a while. He tried to abstain from violence wherever possible.
“Are you okay?!” Talia asked.
Damian nodded as they walked towards his car which was in a garage a few blocks away.
“Yes. I’m okay. But really I should be asking about you.”
Talia wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The weather was cool enough for a light jacket, but not cold. Still, she was shaken from her experience in the bar.
“I’m… fine,” Talia replied.
Damian shook his head, “I can’t believe those assholes. I know I shouldn’t have blown up. But I couldn’t help it.”
Damian paused and then held Talia still on the sidewalk.
“It’s not okay for people to treat you like that.”
“I know,” She nodded.
“Are you cold?”
“Take my jacket. I don’t need it,” Damian said.
He took his jacket off and wrapped it around Talia. She fit nicely in the jacket, except for her breasts which prevented the jacket from zipping up all the way. Damian linked arms with her and they kept walking.
“Think they’ll let you back in the bar?” Talia asked.
Damian shrugged, “Probably not.”
“Y’know, I appreciate it. But you didn’t have to do all of that for me. I can handle myself.”
“I know. But why should you have to.”
Talia felt her heart flutter. She hated to admit it to herself, but she found herself painfully attracted to Damian. And while she considered herself a pacifist, there was something sexy about seeing Damian defend her. He'd meant it when he’d said those guys deserved it.
“Well thanks. I appreciate it."
“No problem,” Damian grunted.
They approached the garage.
“Yup,” Damian confirmed that she’d remembered correctly.
They walked up towards his car. Damian knew the night was almost over and he’d ended the date on a strange note. Those bastards…
Once they were outside Damian’s car, a restored 1973 Pontiac Grand Am, he stopped Talia.
“I’m sorry that things ended the way they did. I really am.”
“It’s fine, I swear,” Talia replied.
“No. It’s not fine. When Dwayne told me that you'd actually go out with me, I wanted to make a good first impression. That… wasn’t it. You might think ‘cause I’m military that I'm here to play around. But I’m not.”
“I’m looking for the real thing Talia. And you’re something… something very fascinating to me.”
“Fascinating? Well that’s new.”
“Sorry,” Damian muttered, “I’ve never been too good with my words.”
He took a step closer to her, forcing Talia to lean up against the Grand Am. The old car, the hot date, Talia couldn’t wait for him to kiss her. Damian started slowly, running his hands along her hips and sitting them right above her bottom.
“You’re beautiful Talia Sherbert,” He whispered.
Damian then leaned in, slowly, calculating each motion. He kissed Talia on the lips softly. His lips pressed against hers and their eyes both snapped shut. Talia reached up to touch Damian’s face. Stubble peppering his chin rubbed against Talia’ hand as she kissed him deeply. Damian thrust his tongue into her mouth and supported her as she leaned back against the car.
When he pulled away from her, Talia’ brown eyes were wide open. She looked… pleased.
“I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you,” Damian muttered.
“Well c’mon then. Let’s not wait here any longer so that those guys don’t come looking for me.”
Talia got into the passenger seat.
“So… Night cap?” Damian asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Wanna head somewhere else?”
Talia fidgeted in her seat like she was contemplating her answer. The truth was, she didn’t want the night to be over, but she also didn’t want to go anywhere else with Damian. The bar had been enough drama for the night. Plus, she was getting more tempted by the second to invite Damian back to hers.
“Why don’t I show you my place. I can play one of my records for you,” Talia blurted out.
She’d gotten ahead of herself. But she didn’t mind. Damian was hot. Smokin’ hot. And even if nothing happened between them but a few kisses, she had a feeling it would be worth it. Plus, he said he didn’t like gospel and she was determined to change his mind.
There was a practical reason for this. Of course.
“Fine. We’ll go to yours,” Damian muttered, trying to hide his smirk.
For a pacifist, it was clear Talia was turned on by his display. That was the thing with good girls. They always went a little crazy when they bounced up with a bad boy.
Damian gripped the steering wheel tight and listened to Talia give him directions to hers. As a moderately successful but not-quite-famous gospel singer, she lived in a nice part of town. It wasn’t too far from Damian’s place either. On the ride home, Damian flicked on the radio. Talia changed it to the RnB station.
Alicia Keys’ song No One came on. Talia started to sing every word. It was hard to stay focused when she was singing. When Damian heard her voice for the first time, he was mesmerized. Notes came out of her mouth effortlessly. Her voice had a type of power, a deep soul to it. Soul that put Amy Winehouse to shame. She was clearly a diamond in the rough as her voice was better than most living stars Damian could name.
She even sounded better than Alicia. As Talia sang, she rocked and danced along with the music. Damian could see it written all over her face: her music brought her joy. It was hard for him not to be infected by it. When the song was over, Talia was all smiles.
“Whew! I love that song,” She said, beaming from ear to ear.
Damian was mesmerized. Drawn in by her intoxicating smile and her liquid gold voice, he couldn’t help but hope another song came that would bring Talia out of her shell and cause her to belt out another beautiful tune. But the last few songs before they arrived at her place were dull, unchallenging to her vocals. So Talia was quiet. But still gorgeous.
Of all the time Damian had spent with her, being alone with her had been the best. She’d morphed from “Imogen’s friend” into this full, complex woman and there was so much more he’d noticed about her that had nothing to do with her looks. And well, her looks were magnetic too.
Talia had noticed him looking at her. She noticed the way his eyes tried not to stray to her breasts, yet remained inexplicably pulled there. She noticed the way he gripped the steering wheel tighter when she sang and how much Damian Buckley seemed to be holding back.
Don’t hold back. She wanted to tell him. I feel it too. And I want you…
Talia was far too timid to say this all out loud. She’d wanted Damian from the second Dwayne Henderson had brought him to the bar a few months ago. All that dancing around each other and casual flirtation had finally led to a real date. And even if Damian was no stranger to her, this was all still very new.
It had been a while since Talia had poked her head up from work to notice a man, much less go on a date with one. And Damian wasn’t just a man. He had a stable career, albeit, one she disagreed with. He was athletic, spending hours in the gym with Imogen’s hubby. He had gorgeous blue eyes and a woody, leathery scent to his cologne.
When they pulled up at her place, Talia felt nervous. If she’d jumped the gun with him, she’d feel like a fool. She still couldn’t tell how Damian felt about her. He felt strongly enough to take on two drunks in the bar, but how far did that extend? What if he was just being a gentleman? And when he found out how much she put her work above everything else, would that turn him away?
He parked the car.
“Your home is… massive.”
Heat rushed to Talia’ cheeks. She’d started off her career renting out a basement bedroom with mold so thick she’d developed permanent hay fever from it. This house was a recent upgrade, and one she was barely comfortable with.
“So… Gonna play me one of your records?”
“Unless you’ve changed your mind about coming in.”
Damian leaned over. His face was close to hers, like he was going to kiss her again.
“Trust me… I haven’t changed my mind.”
He pulled away and opened his door, stepping out. Talia exhaled. Damian barely said much, but when he did say something, Talia found herself wanting to know more. For a military guy he seemed more reserved than she expected. All the army guys that Talia had known from high school were loud douche bags. Nothing like Damian.
He was hot and he wasn’t a dick. Not in the least bit.
There was something behind his eyes that told her he’d seen a lot in life. But what was it? What was it that pulled her in, compelling her to know more, compelling her to take a risk for him?
Talia opened the door to her house and flicked on the light. She saw Damian looking around, trying to hide how awestruck he was. She’d looked the same when she’d first walked into the place and when she was first hit with the realization that she could actually afford to live in a place like this.
Crisp minimalism defined Talia’ house. She didn’t have much furniture and nearly everything inside was a stark ivory or a cool grey. Damian was surprised. Given Talia’ colorful outfits, he expected her place to be louder.
In her living room, Talia had a white shelf, filled with records. Some of them were bargain bin jazz records from the 1960s. Others were brand new. Her Beyoncé record was propped up on the top of the shelf, against her brand new record player. Talia saw her display catch Damian’s eye.
“Everything sounds better on vinyl.”
“Oh really?” Damian replied.
Talia nodded, “If you don’t listen to records, you should start.”
Damian chuckled. He’d never met anyone as passionately into music as Talia was. Her record collection was beyond impressive.
“Got any rock’n’roll?” He teased.
Damian raised his eyebrows. Talia was full of surprises. He didn’t mean to hold onto prejudice, but he didn’t know any black women who were into rock’n’roll.
Talia had everything impeccably organized. On the middle left hand side of her shelf, she flipped through her rock collection.
“Zeppelin. Beatles. Grateful Dead.”
Damian chuckled, “You listen to the Grateful Dead?”
“You’re full of surprises.”
Talia ignored his request for the Grateful Dead and instead just flicked on her Beyoncé album. Pretty Hurts started to play. Damian had never heard it before. But it was an album Talia had heard a million times. As she swayed to the music, preparing herself to match Beyoncé’s notes, she felt Damian approaching behind her. He was close now. So close she could feel his warmth.
Talia turned around abruptly. Her logical brain made one last dash to save her from her impulses.
“Maybe… Maybe it’s getting late… And you should go now.”
Damian took a step closer to her.
“Is that what you want?”
Talia tried to hold true to herself.
“Y-yes,” She whispered.
“Is that what you really want,” Damian replied, firmly.
His hands reached around her hips as he asked. He squeezed her tightly and kept his blue eyes locked to hers. His eyes were fierce, filled with the fires of his lust. He licked his lips like a lion about to pounce. Talia could feel her will getting weaker. Damian was fine. Far too fine. She’d made a mistake letting him this close.
There was no saying ‘no’ to a man like him.
“Yes… It’s what I want.”
Damian smirked, “I don’t believe you.”
“Why not?” Talia sassed.
“Because… I think you’re dripping wet. And I think what you really want is to feel my big cock sliding between your thighs. I think you want to cry my name out and sweat that gorgeous hair out ’til the sun comes up.”
“What if you’re wrong?”
Talia knew how weak she sounded — how unconvincing.
Damian leaned forward and kissed her. Talia wrapped her arms around him and kissed back. Damian pressed her body up against the wall. Her back tapped the wall with a gentle thud and she flung herself head first into kissing him. Screw it. His lips were baby soft. Each kiss was more tender and deeper than the last.
He was right. Talia could feel wetness pooling between her thighs as her desire for him heightened. Damian’s fingertips pressed against Talia’ skin. Fire surged through her body as he touched her. He pulled away from her for a moment and eyed her body.
“I want you…”
Talia took Damian’s hand and started leading him to her bedroom. She wanted him too, but not here.
“No,” Damian stopped her, and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him.
“Here,” He growled, “We’re doing it here. Take your clothes off.”
His dominance made Talia wetter. She was used to being in control. At work, she called all the shots. On the stage, she was the center of the show and the center of attention. That’s what she was used to. And in one night, Damian had upended her need to maintain control.
Talia started to pull her dress up over her head. She pulled the printed dress up over her curves and struggled to get them over her large breasts. Once she was before Damian in her underwear, she felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement. She tried to cover her body with her arms.
“No. I want to see you… every last beautiful inch.”
Talia reluctantly let her arms down to her side.
“Fuck… It makes me so hard just looking at you.”
Damian rushed her again. He planted kisses on her lips and neck as his hands ran all over her curvaceous body. He squeezed her hips and her round buttocks and pressed his chest against her breasts. He couldn’t wait to get one of those supple blackberry nipples in his mouth.
“Mmm, take your panties off,” Damian growled.
Talia took her panties off, exposing her plump, shaved pussy. Damian reached around and unhooked her bra with one swift motion. Talia shivered as the cool air of her living room teased her nipples to hard attention.
“Perfection,” Damian muttered.
He bent his head to Talia’ nipples and took one into his mouth. Her bosom was warm and her flesh had a gentle vanilla scent. Damian knew he’d have to be gentle with her. The gospel singer with the molasses voice had flushed skin as he touched her. When he kissed her neck, she turned her face away ever so slightly. She was nervous to be like this in front of him.
Damian planned to change that. He led her over to the couch and bent her over the arm.
“Stay put,” He commanded.
Talia stayed still, quivering as she felt Damian kneeling between her legs. He splayed her thighs apart and dove his nose between her legs. Mmm. Damian inhaled the scent of her freshly shaven pussy and then pulled his face away. Talia had never felt so exposed before, but heat curled down her spine as Damian’s face returned between her thighs.
He spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and began to kiss all around her thighs, diving his tongue between her pussy lips only so often.
“Mmm, you smell amazing,” He groaned.
Talia shuddered. His lips flicked across her pussy lips again. She buckled, leaning against the couch with all her might. Damian squeezed her thighs and drove his tongue between her pussy lips. He lapped at the full length of her lips, tasting every inch of Talia’ flesh.
“OHHH,” She cried out as his tongue grazed her clit.
Damian began to lick at her folds with more vigor until her knees buckled and her thighs quivered in pleasure. Talia moaned and squeezed her eyes shut as a climax drove her body to orgasm. It was true what they said about white men…
Talia had never had her pussy eaten so passionately before in her life. Damian seemed to enjoy dipping his tongue into every fold and tasting every inch of her plump pussy. When he finally pulled away, her thighs were dripping wet and she was more than ready for him to take his cock and shove it into her.
Damian stood up and fished a condom out of his pants. He stripped naked and rolled the condom onto his dick. Talia glanced backwards, catching her first glimpse of Damian’s naked body. His physique was far more formidable than she imagined. Every inch of his body was pure, cut muscle. His hours in the gym had been well spent.
Damian’s physique wasn’t the only thing impressive about him. His hardness protruded from his body like a monument. His thickness and hardness looked like it would stretch her wide open. Talia tried to hide her surprise. Damian had been so humble, that she’d never even thought about what he’d be packing between his legs.
But he was big. Really big. She braced herself against the couch as he positioned his hardness behind her. Talia was dripping wet and eager for pure pleasure. She was here for a good time with a good guy and so far ‘good’ was just the beginning of what she felt.
Damian began to press his hardness between her thighs. Talia gripped the couch and grit her teeth as he began to press inside her. His dick head sliding past her entrance was an instant mixture of pleasure and pain. Her knees buckled again and she wriggled her ass to allow him better access to her wetness.
As he pressed into her tight wetness, Talia moaned. Damian felt her pussy gripping him like a vice as he slid between her lips. It was a tight squeeze. Talia cried out again as he pushed his dick halfway in. He gripped her voluptuous hips and thrust the rest of his dick inside her with one swift motion.
“OHHH,” Talia cried.
“Mmm,” Damian moaned.
He began to thrust into Talia’ tight little love hole. She gasped as his hardness stretched her wide and he started to pound into her furiously. Damian was pounding her pussy hard and fast. With each stroke, Talia could feel fire rising in her chest. Her heart raced and her skin flushed as she drew close to climax.
Damian continued to pummel her, stroking her soft ass cheeks and gripping her hips as he pounded her ferociously. As a big orgasm overcame Talia, she bucked her hips back. Her pussy exploded and juices flowed all over Damian's hardness as her wetness clamped down on his cock, throbbing as the waves of orgasm washed over.
She whimpered and gasped as Damian kept pounding her, close to a finish of his own. Her long hair was stuck to her neck as Damian kept pummeling her wetness. He was getting close too, Talia could sense it. Damian let out a loud groan as he finally finished.
He grunted with his cock buried inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. Damian pulled his dick out and then took his condom off, tossing it into the trash. He returned to the couch, fully nude, as Talia lay on her back, gasping for breath.
She turned to look at Damian who smirked mischievously.
“I can see you enjoyed yourself.”
Talia nodded weakly. She could tell Damian would be eager for round two, but she needed to catch her breath. Damian walked over to her and pulled her up off the couch.
“Round two is in the bedroom…”
“You can’t be serious,” Talia said with a grin.
(She was hoping that he was.)
“Oh, I’m serious. And if you don’t get up… I’ll have to carry you there myself.”
Damian reached for her and Talia playfully swatted his hand away.
“I can get there myself.”
“Perfect. Now which way is it?”
Talia stood up and grabbed Damian by the hand, leading him to her bedroom. Her bedroom was just as tastefully decorated as the rest of her house with a giant, four poster king sized bed sitting right in the middle.
Lace white curtains framed the windows in the room, giving it a sensual and feminine look. Just like Talia. Damian leapt onto the bed first and Talia followed. She kissed and caressed his hair and then his back. She trailed kisses down his back until she came to his lower back.
The tattoo was small but it caught her attention immediately, pulling her out of the moment and turning her stomach.
It sat right there on his lower back. The six lines, twisted into a shape that represented hate, genocide and white supremacy. Talia had just made love to him and she felt sick.
With a shaky voice, she asked, “What the hell is on your back?”
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