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By Bridget Midway

Hot & Hasty Short Erotic Fiction

April 2007 Winner

Erotiqué Press

Contemporary Romance

THE DANCE

An Erotiqué Press Download

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and

incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used

fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance

to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead,

is entirely coincidental.

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First Erotiqué Press production: April 2007

Cover Art © Karen Syed

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Me and my big mouth…literally! I think that as I

have my man's thick dick sliding in between my lips. I

hold onto Jarron's muscled thighs, full of tension, and I let

my mouth and tongue do all the work. I ease down over

his dark shaft and back up to his plump mushroom tip that

I can't help but nip every time I reach it.

Jarron sucks air through his teeth when I graze his

sensitive head. I gaze up at him. He loves it when I give

him what he calls my "Bambi eyes."

"Them brown eyes can get me to do anything, girl,"

he always tells me.

His darks eyes, almost as black as the night sky, has

the power to control me.

He grits his snow-white teeth. Against his mahogany

skin, he looks gorgeous. Seven years of being together

and not a dull day yet.

I reach my hand up through his open shirt, the shirt

he was buttoning when I grabbed him and pulled his dick

out of his pants. Age hasn't tarnished his light. His

stomach still ripples with muscles thanks to daily

crunches and a voracious sexual appetite that has a sista

like me begging for mercy some nights.

I wrap my other hand around the base of his cock. I

can feel him throbbing. That and the fact that his legs are

shaking like a clothesline in a strong breeze, I know he's

The Dance

about to give me some of that sweet cum.

"Damn it, baby," Jarron says between gritted teeth.

"You know how to get it, don't you?"

I stare at him as much as I can while I'm sucking his

dick. His sweet pre-cum teases me for the treat I would be

getting soon. Jarron holds onto my hand that has been

resting on his stomach. He pumps his hips back and forth,

fucking my mouth.

Used to be my jaw and lips would be sore from this

little act. He's as thick as one of them damn Hickory

Farms sausages you see during Christmas time and as

long as his size fourteen feet. Whoever said shoe size

does not equate with penis size did not know my Jarron.

Now that we've been together for so long, I know

how to take him. I know how to read him. As sure as shit,

I know in five seconds, he's going to shoot his load in my

mouth and say my full name.

Five.

He tells me if it's getting good to him. "Oh shit! Right

there! Right fucking there!"

Four.

He's pumping faster. My fisted hand around his shaft

moves down to his balls to cradle them. They tighten in

my hand, another sure sign.

Three.

Jarron puts his hand to the back of my head.

Ordinarily that would piss me off and he knows this.

We're about to go out on the town. I just got my hair done

and I didn't want to look like I had been sucking dick all

night…even if I have been.

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