I leaned back against the chair, my mind drifting to my past, and allowed the silence to settle around me. I turned my head just in time to see Olivia step out onto the balcony, the sheer white robe clinging to her frame. The moonlight caught the soft glow against her thighs, the robe parting just enough to tease the curve of her leg with each step.

Olivia didn’t waste any time dropping to her knees in front of me and whipping my dick out of my boxers. I was already hard in her hands, ready for what I knew was about to be some sloppy head. I’d already dropped my cigar in the ashtray.

Without a word, she spit on the tip and swallowed me whole, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. She moved slow, deliberately, her lips gliding down my length while her spit pooled at the base. Her jaw pulled me in like she was trying to own me, and I grunted, nostrils flared, fighting the urge to lose it too soon.

“Damn, O. Fuck!” I leaned my head back, staring up at the damn stars like they could help me hold it together.

She started stroking me while her mouth worked the tip. She knew that combo drove me wild. I looked down just in time to catch her deep-throating me again, one hand between her legs, playing with her pussy like she was trying to match my rhythm. Her spit coated her chin, dripping slow, messy, nasty, and sexy as hell.

She pulled back when she felt me twitch, knowing I was close. Standing, she untied her ribbed robe and let it hit the floor. Just like she said she would, Olivia bent over and kicked into a handstand, her back against the wall. I moved fast, grabbing her by the waist and bringing her pussy to my face, my dick already meeting her lips.

I dove in, tongue spreading her open, sucking her clit into my mouth while she sucked me back into hers. I needed to make her come quick—before all the blood rushed to her head and she passed out on me. I ain’t trying to have her dying with my dick in her mouth.

I circled her hole before dipping my tongue inside, then moving my head from side to side. Her juices poured out, and I sucked that shit up like gravy with a biscuit. The way she was moaning and how her clit was swelling in my mouth, I knew she was about to let that shit go.

“Shit, baby! Suck that pussy. I’m about to come all in your mouth.” Olivia popped her shit as she pushed her pussy in myface. “Sssss…” she hissed when I moved to her asshole and began eating it like it was my last meal.

Her cream tasted so fucking sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. I felt like a bitch the way I was moaning as I munched on her. The more she sucked on my dick, the harder I went in on her box. I began fucking her mouth, and my nut was approaching fast. I felt her jaws tighten around my shit, but she pulled back.

“Eat that dick up, O. Stop playing with me…” I gritted as I went back to sucking the soul out of her pussy. A few seconds later, we both were coming.

With her still in the same position, I let her legs down and bent her over in front of me. “Touch them muthafuckin’ toes, O, and you better not fall,” I warned and grabbed a gold wrapper off the table, and she sheathed my dick. “You better bounce on this dick,” I growled, slapped her ass, and slid inside of her. My dick was still hard like I ain’t just dump a bunch of my kids down her throat.

“Oh, God, Bo! Yes! Go deeper, baby. I want to feel you in my throat!” she yelled as I gripped her waist and fucked the shit out of her as she asked. The more I moved inside of her, the wetter and tighter her pussy got. I would have sworn she was a virgin if this was the first time we fucked.

I bit down on my lip as I watched my dick disappear and reappear, covered in her essence. Olivia’s shit had to be laced with some dope because it took all the strength I had not to bust quickly. A nigga was moaning like a bitch, and I didn’t give a fuck at this point.

I sat her up, never missing a beat with my stroke game. With her back to me, her head back on my shoulder, I dipped low and dug in deep. She took everything I was offering as I held her by the neck. My other hand went between her legs, instantly finding her clit.

“Bo! Wait!” she screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks and she started squirting. I pulled out but tapped on her clit, and more liquid shot out of her like a broken water pipe.

“That’s right. Let that shit go, baby!” I commanded in her ear and pushed back inside of her. Without detaching from her folds, I sat down in the chair. She lazily began to bounce in my lap. I knew that nut had her weak, but I needed one more nut from her.

“Nah. Move that ass, O. Make your dick come, baby.” I bit down on her neck as I fucked her hard from the bottom. She began circling her hips before hopping on my dick like it was a Pogo stick.

“Bo, you feel so good inside me, baby. You are so big. I love the way you stretch this pussy,” she said, praising me through her horse voice.

“Yeah, and you take this big mothafucka so well, O. I love that shit for the both of us, baby.”

She leaned back, and we shared a sloppy kiss as she continued to ride me until we both released again. We sat there, getting our breathing under control before I helped Olivia to her feet. That’s when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned, and there stood the couple in the suite next to ours, standing out on their balcony with wine glasses in hand, watching us like we were the damn entertainment.

I didn’t know how long they’d been there. But when they started clapping like they’d just witnessed the finale of a Vegas show, I had my answer. I looked at Olivia, waiting to see if she’d shrink back or get embarrassed. This crazy-ass girl smirked and dropped into a dramatic curtsy like she was taking a bow before switching her fine ass into the suite.

I couldn’t do shit but chuckle. This girl was a damn trip.

For the rest of the night, we fucked all over the presidential suite. We didn’t lay our asses down to sleep until the sun waspeeking into the room. But what I wasn’t expecting was waking up to a fucking Dear John letter from Olivia on the pillow where she was supposed to be knocked out in a dick coma.

Bo,

This weekend was everything I needed… and maybe everything I shouldn’t have had. You have been the calm to the storm I don’t want to admit I’m still standing in. And being with you this past year has been nothing short of amazing. It lets me know that there are some good men out here. You made me forget my troubles, if only for a moment. But the truth is, I’ve got some shit in my life I need to handle. And I can’t do that wrapped up in something that feels this good and might be blinding me from what I need to do. This isn’t goodbye forever. I just know I need space. Please don’t hate me for slipping out without saying this to your face. I wouldn’t have been able to leave if I did. Please don’t hate me.

—Olivia

What I loved about Bo was that he matched my energy when it came to sex. I thought I was a freak, but this nigga was on some next-level shit, you hear me? I didn’t know how much I liked to be spanked, bound, and gagged until I let this man have his way with me. His sex game was top-tier! He had me hooked like he was the purest cocaine, and I was an addict. He had me feinin for the dick every second of the day.

His nasty ass even had a red room down in his basement. The room was full of shit that could feed any sexual appetite, including my own. From sex toys to BDSM furniture to whips and chains. My personal favorite was the kneeling bondage chair, which he currently had me tied to. I was laid flat on my stomach, ass in the air with my hands, feet, and ankles bound together. The chair was high off the floor, giving Bo the perfect angle to fuck me, and I couldn’t do shit but take my punishment like a G.

My heart continued to beat uncontrollably in my chest. My body’s in flames from the beautiful feeling deep inside of me. Like a volcano, I was ready to erupt. Suddenly, I felt Bo’s gigantic hand colliding with my ass cheek, causing a guttural moan to escape my lips. He slowly slid his dick inside of me, inch bybeautiful fucking inch. I immediately came, squirting my cream all over the place.