Harlequin HIlson
“Oh shit!” I screamed, my arms flailing as I struggled to get up. I tugged on my dress that was halfway up my ass until he caught my arm, steadying me. I was so fucking embarrassed, wondering how long he’d been watching me. “What are you doing out here?” I spat, looking around.
“Getting away from the bullshit,” he said coolly, I assumed, referring to the wedding as he slowly pulled on a blunt. I could see the fiery red rim when he did, taking him in as the dim light from the moon gave me almost a perfect view.
Damn, he was beautiful. His skin dipped in a dark molasses, illuminated his pristine white teeth. His beard was neatly groomed, married to a faint goatee lined around his sexily, thin lips. Lips that made me tuck and suck on my own as he swiped his tongue across the bottom one.
Whoa, my eyes. Eyes, against my will, that took a trip down his wonderfully crafted, thin yet toned torso. They soon landed on a bulge resting on his right thigh. It was thick too, sitting up nicely as it curved towards his knee. I was in awe seeing it was easily eight inches in length partially erect. Please, God, help me. I’m close to busting it wide open for this man if my legs didn’t get it together, as I struggled to stand.
He looked that good and he smelled even better, a spicy, woody smell coupled with soap that told me his dick and balls probably smelled good too.
When he eased on down to the blanket, taking a seat, I knew I was truly fucked. It didn’t help he’d eyed me sitting comfortably as if we’d known each other for a long time. I shuddered when his leg brushed against mine, while he chuckled. Oh, a cocky one. Still, I was mesmerized as I took him in even more.
I surmised he had to be about six feet in height based on the length of his legs, easily towering over my five feet and three fourth inches. And yes, my three fourth inches counted. Work with me. I was already looking like a teenage boy with a flat chest, so every bit helps.
I closed my thighs tightly, smelling the scent of his smoke. I inhaled his release after he pulled on his blunt once more slowly in my direction. I mean so slow, I felt myself unraveling.
Fuck, I think I just came.
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