Free Man at Work by Chanta Jefferson Rand

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and sucking her tongue with bold strokes. He could get lost in her
mouth. She was so warm and wet. He nibbled the corners of her lips,
and gently pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth.
    “ Mmm,” he murmured. “I
wonder what your other lips taste like.”
    She braced her hands on each side of his
face. “There’s only one way to find out.”
    He led her to the suite’s spacious bedroom
and placed her in the center of the room. “Stay right here,” he
told her.”
    Within seconds, he’d extinguished every lamp
in the room. Candace’s body was illuminated by the glow of the
half-moon spilling in from the terrace. The room was bathed in a
white, ethereal haze. They could see out, but no one could see
in.
    “ Strip for me, Candy.” She
did as instructed, letting the already unzipped dress slide from
her voluptuous figure onto the floor. He drank in the sight of her,
his eyes roaming her nude body from head to toe. “Baby, your body
is beautiful.”
    He liked the fact that she had a little meat
on her. He’d never been attracted to women who were all skin and
bones. Candace’s body was the prototype of what a woman should look
like. Gabe shrugged off his open shirt. He approached her wearing
only his trousers.
    “ Oh, no,” she taunted.
“You’ve seen mine. Time to show me yours.”
    Gabe chuckled. From the moment he saw her
strolling down the aisles at Sampson’s, he knew Candace would be
feisty. He did as she commanded. He had his trousers off quicker
than she could blink. When he pulled his boxers down, his erection
sprang forth like a flag on a windy day.
    “ Damn,” she whispered
under her breath. “You said you were going to take care of me. By
the size of your equipment, I guess you were telling the
truth.”
    “ You guess?” He stepped
forward and caressed her luscious breasts. “I can’t have you
guessing. I’ll have to leave no doubt as to my talents.”
    Her fingers wrapped around his dick,
massaging the length of him. Her hands were magical, expertly
kneading the head and stroking his balls. He reined his ardor as
Candace used her hand to pump his erection. Good Lord! If she
didn’t stop, he would come right here in her hand.
    He moved back from her reach and then dipped
his head low to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. He lavished
it with attention, swirling the dark bud around his tongue. He
licked it mercilessly, sucking the areola and tenderly biting the
nipple.
    “ Umm,” she purred. “The
other breast is getting jealous. You don’t want to create a rivalry
between the two of them.”
    “ Baby, I’m an equal
opportunity lover.”
    He moved to the other breast, feasting like
a starving man. Candace’s moans filled the air, begging him not to
stop. He was just getting started. He trailed kisses from her
breasts down her abdomen. He dropped to his knees and cupped her
buttocks. He faced the dark patch of hair between her legs. Candace
was all woman. No Brazilian wax for her. He loved a natural
woman.
    Using one hand to gently part her pussy
lips, he licked slow, languid strokes with his tongue. When he
kissed the delicate nub of her clitoris, she gasped aloud. His
pride surged. This was his area of expertise. He knew how to bring
a woman to orgasm through oral sex.
    He nudged her legs wider. His tongue darted
in and out of her delicate folds, licking, sucking, and kissing.
Her tangy taste filled his throat and nostrils. She dug her
fingernails into his shoulder blades, and he welcomed the
pleasurable pain. He grabbed her hips and increased his tempo,
plunging his tongue in and out to an erotic rhythm.
    “ Yes! Yes!” she moaned,
cradling his head in her hands. “Don’t stop.”
    He had no such plans. He was taking Candace
all the way to the edge tonight and dropping her over the cliff of
ecstasy. He would make sure she never forgot this moment. He
mercilessly licked her until her demands turned to begging. His
stroke became bolder, harder, faster, until she cried