her head. She was moving too fast. She
was about to make me a minute man. My toes curled as I felt my
back arch. I was in that place of no return. The spoils of her vir-
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tuosity were stronger than my masculinity and she took what I
wanted to deny, at least wait. I came in jets of milky white, just as
she pulled her head away, aiming my semen on her chest.
She looked up at me and I saw something in her eyes, it was-
n’t love either. Maybe it was the same thing Samson saw in Delilah
before she cut his hair. She rubbed my juices on her erect nipples
and then my dick. I reached down and pulled her up. She wiggled
out of her dress, and then her panties. Pussy juice glistened
between her thighs. Trina had one of them bodies that just made
me want to stare. She touched herself and continued to rub her
nipples like it really turned her on. I took off my clothes like they
were on fire and we got in bed.
“ Wait, wait!” she halted. “We need a condom. A hard dick
ain’t never had a conscience.” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. There was
no way in the world I was going to ruin all this good pussy with
latex. She reached over and fumbled with her purse. I placed two
fingers inside of her, then three. She moaned like a bad song, a
silent surrender as I went deeper and stirred her passion.
“ Don’t do this … to me. I don’t have any rubbers,” she
squalled. That was her problem. I rolled on top of her, dick in
hand, like a battering ram. She resisted, and made some kind of
move with her hand, curled her spine, did some kind of leg lock
shit like they do while wrestling. It worked. She effectively put the
coochie on lock down. I bit down on her breast. “Ouch!” she
shrieked. “Please don’t do this to me,” she whimpered as she
unwrapped her legs. I found the entrance of soft silky pubic hairs.
Her eyes matched mine. She was tight and wet. The sensation felt
so good that I fought to keep control. Then she kissed me with a
fervor that almost sucked the juices out of my mouth. My hands
roamed her body. She spread her legs wider for me. She spoke in
Spanish. “Make love to me, this is your pussy.”
I was barely inside her and she began to cum. She quivered
and moaned. I went deeper. She dug her nails into my back.
“ You’re hurting me, go slow,” she stammered. She stroked my ego
and didn’t even know it. I found a rhythm, rode the wave of her
68
L i f e
body like she was the last woman in the world. This wasn’t mak-
ing love like what I did to Hope. We were fucking, wildly. I
plunged deeper. She made a noise like I was tor turing her. She
panted. I was in a zone, like a runner with a fast pace. Her teeth
snarled at me with an expression that she was determined to
match each one of my thrusts. Our bodies were covered in a sheen
of sweat. I was pounding so deep within her that it felt like I was
about to lose myself. She was now making enough noise to wake
up the dead, and then she reached another climax, one that made
her shudder into uncontrollable convulsions. Her eyes rolled in
the back of her head like she was possessed with something. As her
head bumped against the headboard and long legs wrapped
around my waist, I took one of her legs and placed it on my shoul-
der. Her eyes showed a hint of fear, for she knew what was next,
and in one long thrust, for the first time, I drove all the way into
her and she screamed as her talon fingernails raked my back. Our
breathing was heavy and sweat cascaded from our intertwined
bodies. Her cat eyes exerted robust energy as she looked up at me
and squinted. She bit down on her lower lip in a painful show of
a woman’s determination. Her voice screeched like chalk on black-
board and she lamented, “I have not been with a man in almost a
year … you’re … trying to hurt, meeee … with that thing.” Her
seductress Spanish was thick. “Pa…pi…let me suck iiiiit!” In mid
stroke, I
was about to make me a minute man. My toes curled as I felt my
back arch. I was in that place of no return. The spoils of her vir-
67
L i f e
tuosity were stronger than my masculinity and she took what I
wanted to deny, at least wait. I came in jets of milky white, just as
she pulled her head away, aiming my semen on her chest.
She looked up at me and I saw something in her eyes, it was-
n’t love either. Maybe it was the same thing Samson saw in Delilah
before she cut his hair. She rubbed my juices on her erect nipples
and then my dick. I reached down and pulled her up. She wiggled
out of her dress, and then her panties. Pussy juice glistened
between her thighs. Trina had one of them bodies that just made
me want to stare. She touched herself and continued to rub her
nipples like it really turned her on. I took off my clothes like they
were on fire and we got in bed.
“ Wait, wait!” she halted. “We need a condom. A hard dick
ain’t never had a conscience.” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. There was
no way in the world I was going to ruin all this good pussy with
latex. She reached over and fumbled with her purse. I placed two
fingers inside of her, then three. She moaned like a bad song, a
silent surrender as I went deeper and stirred her passion.
“ Don’t do this … to me. I don’t have any rubbers,” she
squalled. That was her problem. I rolled on top of her, dick in
hand, like a battering ram. She resisted, and made some kind of
move with her hand, curled her spine, did some kind of leg lock
shit like they do while wrestling. It worked. She effectively put the
coochie on lock down. I bit down on her breast. “Ouch!” she
shrieked. “Please don’t do this to me,” she whimpered as she
unwrapped her legs. I found the entrance of soft silky pubic hairs.
Her eyes matched mine. She was tight and wet. The sensation felt
so good that I fought to keep control. Then she kissed me with a
fervor that almost sucked the juices out of my mouth. My hands
roamed her body. She spread her legs wider for me. She spoke in
Spanish. “Make love to me, this is your pussy.”
I was barely inside her and she began to cum. She quivered
and moaned. I went deeper. She dug her nails into my back.
“ You’re hurting me, go slow,” she stammered. She stroked my ego
and didn’t even know it. I found a rhythm, rode the wave of her
68
L i f e
body like she was the last woman in the world. This wasn’t mak-
ing love like what I did to Hope. We were fucking, wildly. I
plunged deeper. She made a noise like I was tor turing her. She
panted. I was in a zone, like a runner with a fast pace. Her teeth
snarled at me with an expression that she was determined to
match each one of my thrusts. Our bodies were covered in a sheen
of sweat. I was pounding so deep within her that it felt like I was
about to lose myself. She was now making enough noise to wake
up the dead, and then she reached another climax, one that made
her shudder into uncontrollable convulsions. Her eyes rolled in
the back of her head like she was possessed with something. As her
head bumped against the headboard and long legs wrapped
around my waist, I took one of her legs and placed it on my shoul-
der. Her eyes showed a hint of fear, for she knew what was next,
and in one long thrust, for the first time, I drove all the way into
her and she screamed as her talon fingernails raked my back. Our
breathing was heavy and sweat cascaded from our intertwined
bodies. Her cat eyes exerted robust energy as she looked up at me
and squinted. She bit down on her lower lip in a painful show of
a woman’s determination. Her voice screeched like chalk on black-
board and she lamented, “I have not been with a man in almost a
year … you’re … trying to hurt, meeee … with that thing.” Her
seductress Spanish was thick. “Pa…pi…let me suck iiiiit!” In mid
stroke, I
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