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But I can’t take my eyes off this luscious vision of male perfection.
    Being in the theater, I’ve seen my share of perfect bodies, from gay chorus boys to toned leading men. But this one is all mine. It is muscled, strong and hairless and can give Michelangelo’s
David
a run for his money.
    Then I saw something that let me know he was no GoodyTwo–shoes, that he could probably throw down like I needed him to. He had a circular Chinese tat around his waist that looks like a permanent belt. There was another tat with a red heart with the words
Mom
and
R.I.P.
I usually don’t like tats but on Marcus they look marvelous. Maybe he was a straight-laced, pinstripe-suited financial wizard by day, but this man definitely had a freakier side that I was about to meet by night.
    Marcus moves closer to me, his lips almost touching mine. His breath smells of mint mouthwash.
    The sensation of a gorgeous man’s lips this close to mine makes that blaze between my legs burn even hotter with need. I press my thighs together to massage the throbbing wetness that has created a creamy puddle in my panties; the friction sends a shiver through me that feels so good, I’m dizzy.
    To steady myself, I rest my hand on his bicep, which is as hard as stone. If his dick is even half as hard as his arm, I am in for a sweet treat tonight. For a moment I think this is some type of dream and I must will myself never to wake up.
    He moves even closer. He’s pressing his lips softly to mine, as though he knows he doesn’t have to ask permission. This isn’t my first time at the fair. I feel his broad chest brushing against my naked shoulders, the head of his stiff dick pressing through the fabric of my short dress.
    A soft moan escapes my lips. All I want is to feel that ramming up into me for as long as I can take it.
    He steps back.
    “You know I want you,” he said.
    “You said you always get what you want, right?” I asked playfully, wishing he would get on with the program. Men were always talking about the urgency of a hard dick. Well, if they ever felt the overwhelming urgency of a hot, hungry pussy, they’d understand that we need it just as much as they do.
    “Yes,” he said. “Because I know what I want, and—”
    “You know how to ask,” I finished for him, laughing. I look deep into his eyes. He seems like he’d be an attentive, unselfish lover. That’s just what I need, what I’ve been needing for a long time. “You got protection?” I ask softly.
    “Yes,” he said, holding up a gold wrapper he seemed to pull from thin air.
    “Oh, I see we have a regular Boy Scout here,” I smiled, relieved.
    “Always prepared.”
    “The zipper’s in the back,” I said, turning around and lifting my hair up slightly over my shoulders.
    S. Marcus unzipped my dress, and followed the path of the zipper with his tongue from the small of my back to the center of my ass. He might as well have been dragging a giant matchstick down my spine, because that man’s tongue set off an inferno inside me. Every inch that he licked made my pussy ignite with a pulsating sensation that was like little flames licking at my moist flesh from the inside out.
    Alicia Keyes’s voice is playing in the background, but I need her ass to shut up so this man can hear how he is making my pussy sing.
    He reaches up, pulls the dress down past my breasts, waist and finally my knees. I’m standing in nothing but sheer pink panties, staring at the sky, my palms pressed against the glass. The beautiful view and the even better sensations make me feel like I’m on top of the world. And I’m going to use this situation to stay here.
    “Very pretty,” he says, removing my panties with one swoop, obviously no stranger to the game. I love that this body looks so hard, but his touch and his kisses are so soft.
    He continues kissing my cheeks, sucking them, sending bolts of electricity through my entire body. I close my eyes, seeing flashes of yellow and white—that