Free A Taste of Honey by Darren Coleman Page A

I was trying to do.
    I felt flush as I fought to regain my control. This was about Rorrie , I said to myself as I pushed his lips away and grabbed his shoulders. There was still the conflicted look on his face. He was disappointed in himself for wanting me so bad. He was so easy to read. The desire he was feeling for me was his weakness.
    “Lay down,” I demanded. I reached for his pants and unbuckled them. When I pulled on the sides and slid them off I was pleasantly surprised by the size of his tool and the fact that he wore no underwear. I motioned for his shirt and he leaned up enough to yank it off. I gazed upon his totally naked body. He was definitely handsome from head to toe and I reasoned that most any woman would fall for him.
    I straddled him and began to kiss his neck and shoulders. All the while he could feel the thin strip of hair above my vagina rubbing against his penis. I slid down to his chest and began to softly pinch and lick his nipples. I looked into his eyes and sawthat he was mesmerized. My hand was now stroking him, gently, professionally.
    His skin tasted clean, yet manly. Without my permission his body’s natural aroma invaded my nostrils and sent an unfamiliar rush through me once again. My grip was firmly on his manhood and I noticed that he was lifting up from the mattress. I was shocked when the words slipped from his mouth. “Honey, you gotta stop. I can’t do this. Rorrie is my fiancée.” He tried to rise up from the bed.
    I don’t know what came over me but I felt an almost out-of-body experience. My desire to take him, to break what he shared with my enemy overtook my sensibilities. Anger and passion for what I wanted swept over me and I smacked him across the face. Hard.
    He was stunned and his eyes were wide-open as I quickly mounted him. His thickness shot up into my center in an instant. Before he could even understand what had happened I had both of my hands on his chest as I fucked him. He was silent for a few moments as he stared deep into my eyes.
    I bounced and grinded, preparing to do to him that which I’d done to every man that I’d experienced. I knew that it was just a matter of time before he lost control. The look on my face had turned into a sinister grin.
    He began to pant and I began to count down. I looked at the clock and then back at him. One minute. I could feel my wetness just about to envelop him. There was incredible friction. This was the first man that I’d been with unprotected in ten years. I’d had a couple of condoms break and fortunately for me I hadn’t paid a price, but this was different. I was being extremely reckless but I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was taking his mind and getting him to lose any feelings that he had for Rorrie.It would be in that moment that I would go out of my way to let her know that her pain was at my hands.
    His breathing grew heavier and I poured it on. I clenched my vaginal walls on him and bounced harder. I saw a different look on his face. He looked almost angry as we were now fucking. He didn’t want to succumb to my will to make him explode. I rode him harder and realized it was time to talk him over the edge.
    For the next couple of minutes I spoke the words that I knew would drive him to his climax. “That’s right, Khalil. Tear this pussy up. How does it feel,” I growled. “You’re so big, Daddy. Mmmmmmm. Fill me up.”
    He reached and grabbed my ass cheeks and continued to bang from underneath me. I looked at the clock, three minutes. I was growing impatient on the surface as I began to wonder if he was enjoying the feelings.
    Suddenly he reached up and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his. His tongue began to dance inside of my mouth and for the first time I felt stimulated by more than my own power. I felt his weight shift and him pushing me onto my back.
    In a few swift motions he was on top of me with my legs in the air. He began to slide masterfully in and out of