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drink.”
    His eyes slowly moved up my legs, to my thighs, to my hips, my stomach, my breasts, and then my smiling face. His look was one of surprise and one of a man who wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Just the way he licked his lips made me want to drop the drinks to the floor and hop on his face.
    â€œThank you,” he said softly, not able to take his eyes off my unclothed body.
    â€œI hope you like mango juice,” I smiled, handing him the glass as he slowly took it. “It’s all I had in my fridge. But I think I can offer you some other juice you might want to consume,” I said, smiling at him devilishly.
    â€œEssence, I ...” he said as he stood up, letting the album fall to the floor, “need to go.” He set his drink on the coffee table.
    â€œYou don’t like what you see?” I asked, walking so close to him there was no space left between our bodies. We stared at each other for a long moment, and then I leaned in and kissed him deeply. Instinctively, Jaquon’s mouth opened, welcoming my tongue. He tasted like peppermint, and I gripped the back of his head with my free hand, pulling him into me. My hormones were racing. Caught up in the moment, I let the glass of juice I was holding slip from my hand, falling to my couch. But I didn’t stop consuming him. I would clean the mess later.
    Now I had my other hand free to grip his Johnson, which had grown tremendously from the stimulation. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. He tried to push me away, but I wouldn’t let him. The power of my persuasion was too intense for any man to refute. I made him want me.
    Jaquon’s hands started to tour the avenues leading to our sexual destination. One minute he was trying to resist me, and the next, he was taking full control, acting as though he had known my body forever. His hands gripped my butt cheeks with dynamism, forcing my body to collide with his. He was handling me rough, and I loved it. He was a man who took control, which only heightened my bliss. He picked me up, using my bootie as a handle to hold on to as my legs draped around his waist. Jaquon carried me to the kitchen table, which I thought was unusual. Usually the bed was the area of choice for these exploits.
    He sat me on it and swiped everything that adorned it to the floor. My placemats, napkin ring holders, and floral arrangement went crashing to the hardwood floor. Pushing me back, he laid me down, lifting my legs into the air. Then he stood over me saying, “I bet you never been feasted on like this.”
    Feasted, I thought. The man was about to get down for real. I responded by saying, “I can’t say I have.”
    â€œI like to bring things to the table, if you know what I mean,” he grinned. “I’m going to let you know I’m a brother who can handle his business.”
    â€œThen handle it, baby,” I urged.
    Sitting in one of the chairs, Jaquon pulled me to the edge of the table, pushing his face deep into me. First, contact sent my body into indescribable pleasure. Damn, he knew what he was doing. I couldn’t hold back what I was feeling and pulled his head deeper into me. Back-to-back explosions erupted from my body as my juices were offered to quench his sexual thirst.
    â€œDon’t stop,” I begged him as he flicked in and out of me. “Please don’t stop,” I pleaded, knowing I was moments away from climaxing again.
    Jaquon sat back in the chair smiling at me.
    â€œNo. Not yet,” I said looking down at him. “What are you doing? I told you not to stop,” I practically begged.
    â€œIt’s not over yet, sweetie,” he said standing. He reached to unbutton his pants and proudly released the beast raging to escape its restraints. The brother was hung two times over, and I wondered for a split second if I would be able to handle what he was going to put down on me. As a woman, I couldn’t tell