Page 99 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"How about you get this suit off me so we can have some real fun?" he asked.

"You think just because the wheel landed on you I'm gonna just drop to my knees and suck your cock the second I see it? And in front of all these people? What kind of girl do you think I am?" I traced my fingers down his torso and onto the outline of his massive penis.

"I think you're a girl who can't wait to have my big cock deep inside of her."

I shrugged. "That depends. Are you Bryce?"

"I'm whoever the fuck you want me to be. And the cum on your face makes me think that you're more than willing to role play."

I wiped some of the remaining cum off my face with my index finger and then sucked it off as seductively as possible. The taste of the salty liquid made me greedy for more. "Do you wish it was your cum on my face? Because I do."

"Then get this damn suit off me, baby."

I let my hands linger on his abs for a few seconds before pulling the tab. Almost instantly, the seams burst and his cock was free from the fabric.

The chants of "Fode-la," instantly resumed, and with good reason. I knew he'd be big, but the bulge in his suit hadn't prepared me for what I was about to see. It was massive, both in length and girth. When ancient humans made phallic sculptures, this was the kind of cock they must have been worshipping.

Everyone always says that guys are supposed to be visual, getting a boner every time they see a girl with nice curves and big tits. But maybe that's just because girls are always wearing tight clothes and low cut tops to accentuate the things guys like to see. If guys with penises this beautiful walked around with their dicks hanging out of their shorts, maybe girls would be considered the visual ones. Because damn, seeing his huge dick made me soaking wet. He was six feet of pure man, and all I could think about was how fucking good it would feel to let him fuck me in every position he could think

of.

There was just one problem: he was black. And that meant he definitely wasn't Bryce, which meant I shouldn't fuck him.

"Shit, you're not Bryce," I said.

"What makes you say that?"

"Um, because you're black. Wait a second!" Holy shit! Is this the guy with the giant cock Tim was talking about the other day? "Are you Python?"

"Who? Do you think I'm a porn star or something?"

"No. Are you?"

"I guess I will be once you wrap your lips around my cock in front of all these people."

Does that mean I'm already a porn star? Fuck! What the hell am I doing? Is Bryce ever going to speak to me again after this? "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"Because I'm black?"

"No, because you're not Bryce."

"This isn't about Bryce." He grabbed my hips and made me move to the beat of the music. "This is about you winning gold, and right now, the crowd wants to see you bend over and get fucked by me." He pointed out at the audience.

My eyes followed his gesture. Thousands of people, all with their eyes locked on me, chanting for me to give in to my darkest, most primal desire to let this man I've never met before fuck my brains out. The feeling was electrifying.

I glanced back at his cock hanging between his legs, nearly reaching his knees. How will it feel inside of me? No! Don't do it, Alina!

"I'll tell you what, let's make a deal," he said.

"What kind of deal?"

"If you can deep throat me or make me cum by the end of the next song, I'll tell you which one of these guys is actually Bryce."

"So either way you get a blowjob?"

"I would suggest rock paper scissors, but we're supposed to be putting on a show here." He let go of my hips and dropped to the floor of the platform. He started doing some crazy dance move that involved spinning on his head. Oh my God, he's break dancing! I let him keep going. His break dance was way better than anything I had done earlier. I moved to the side of the platform and began doing my samba twerk combo to go along with him.

"And what if I lose?" I didn't need to ask though. I knew the answer.

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