Page 4 of Defending the Post
“Fuck,” I moaned as I controlled the pace of Brittany’s mouth on my dick.
I caressed her long, bone-straight hair as her dark brown eyes peered up at me. She continued to wrap her tongue aroundmy dick, making me smile. Brittany needed encouragement or she would stop, and it would break my heart.
“You are the best, my little barista,” I whispered, before closing my eyes.
Brittany was my favorite type of woman—a shy but reserved freak. When we met, she had never sucked a dick, and it was quite the ride to teach her how. After lesson three, she learned to swallow. Malcolm said I had a type, and he might be right.
“Beautiful, you are my stress relief,” I said, and she knew what my sentence meant.
I unloaded in her mouth, and as trained, she swallowed with no issue. The first time I coated her mouth with cum, she ran to the bathroom to spit. After five minutes of coaching, she finally showed her face. I told her it wasn’t a big deal, but she struggled with perfection. Brittany stood with a proud smile.
“You were amazing. I’m going to win tonight because my body is relaxed,” I said.
Brittany bunched her shoulders in shyness as I kissed her temple.
“Did I really help you, Marquise or are you lying to me?” she asked, in search of validation.
“You helped me. I was tense before our meet up,” I said, and my phone danced in my pocket, ending our session.
“Do you have to leave?” she asked, with sadness coating her eyes.
She hadn’t figured it out yet, but we would never have sex. I timed our interactions to head only. Brittany couldn’t handle a full-blown sexual relationship because she already called too much. In fact, I blocked her ass, but she changed her phone number. On short notice, I invited her to what she thought was my condo.
“Yeah, it’s Malcolm. I’ll call you later,” I said, after kissing her temple again.
Brittany beamed at a promise I had no intention of fulfilling. Our interactions had always been one-sided with her chasing me. Nothing like good head to cure longing and jealousy. Refreshed from my quick shower when I returned home, I knew the tap at my front door was Malcolm. I opened the door to his disapproving expression.
“You know therapy can help with that hole?” he said.
I abandoned Dr. June and Toni a year ago. One day, they became irrelevant to me, and I never looked back.
“Ah, getting your dick sucked feels better and not as expensive,” I said, as I stepped into the hall, locking the door behind me.
Malcolm dropped his head in disappointment. He wanted me to live the fairytale he currently had with one woman. The same woman I helped him secure. Without me pushing him to get married, he would still be admiring from a distance.
“I’m going to enjoy you falling in love. I hope she draws you in with her shyness but makes you work for everything,” he said, as we approached the elevator.
I scoffed at this statement because I had a few of them on the roster. The hard-to-get shy girls were my specialty. A good conversation and rule-breaking broke them every time.
“Oh, Brother, if you only knew,” I said, as I tapped his shoulder.
“Don’t forget, Jhae’s new assistant and creative director will be here today,” he said, and tapped my chest.
Nothing compared to easy access pussy.
“I told Jhae we would look after Erin. She is new to L.A., which means she’s off limits to you,” Malcolm said.
I peered over at him and smiled. To me, it sounds as if she’s a good candidate for my roster.
Chapter Two
Ball Screen
Erin
“Tell me, what do you think?” Jhae asked, as I stood in her old condo.
The view from the living room alone made this place magical. It came fully furnished and was a few floors down from her shared condo with her husband.
