R.D., or Roman Dante, is a man that makes my whole body gush, quiver, and shake even when he isn’t near me and has been for the last eight months. We met on Instant Connections, a three-sided app where you can find friends, a fuck buddy, or a date.
Although we matched, we had yet to speak to one another. Somehow though, he ended up sending me an unsolicited dick pic. It was a very nice dick pic at that. Thick, chocolate, veiny, girthier than a mothafucka, and well-fucking-moisturized. ‘Cause who likes an ashy dick? After he apologized profusely, I replied, “Show me what that dick do.”
When he took hours to respond, I thought he blocked me, but it turns out he got busy at work and couldn’t respond immediately. I’ll never forget when he video chatted me through the IC app.
“You serious?” a deep voice asked when I answered.
I was taken aback and stunned by the beautifulness that was staring at me on the other end of the screen. Downturned chocolate brown eyes stared at me through the lens of his gold-rimmed glasses. When he licked his pink and brown tinted lips and flashed me a smile, a current flowed through me and escaped into the seat of my blue lace panties.
“Yes,” I finally answered breathlessly.
“Can you meet now? It looks like we’re both at work,” he said in a rich and husky voice.
“Gimme an hour, and I’ll meet you at Grand Luxe in the lobby.”
“I’ll see you then.”
He hung up, and I dropped my phone on my desk like it was a hot coal in my hand. I didn’t care how Bruno felt about it, but my ass was leaving in thirty minutes. Hurriedly I finished the last of the reports, dropped them in the tray in his office, and hightailed it out of the building.
Since we were meeting on the strip, I took the ten-minute walk from Azul to the Grand Luxe. When I walked into the lobby, I still had twenty minutes before my hour was up. I figured I would get us a room to kill time.
There was already a man at the front desk, so I stood behind him and waited my turn.
While I waited, Bruno called me five times, and I sent him to voicemail each time. I’d hear it tomorrow, but my work hours ended at six p.m. When I left, it was well after, so he could kiss my ass until tomorrow.
While ignoring Bruno’s calls, I was subconsciously moving towards the counter, so when the man stepped back, he damn near knocked me down.
“Shit, my bad–”
I’d only heard his voice for a few minutes an hour ago, but I knew it. But more importantly, my pussy recognized that it was him. Damn, this man was fine.
“I guess you beat me to it,” I flirted.
“Punctual. I like that. We’re on the twelfth floor,” he said, guiding me by the small of my back towards the elevators.
His mere touch sent tremors through my body. Once we were on the elevator, he backed me into the corner and slowly looked me over, moving the few loose tendrils of my natural auburn hair out of my face.
“Take your panties off and give them to me,” he demanded as he swiped a thumb across my bottom lip.
He backed up a smidge to put some space between us, and I quickly reached under the beige pencil skirt I was wearing and shimmied out of them. I handed him the damp blue lace, and he put them to his nose to inhale my scent.
“Damn, you wet already, and you got a good pH. I like that,” he affirmed before stuffing them into his pocket.
I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together to dull the ache a little.
He dropped a kiss to my slightly exposed collar bone thanks to my off-the-shoulder denim top. He reached up, took my hair down from the bun I wore to work, and gently massaged my scalp.
The elevator dinged, signaling that we’d reached our floor. He stepped to the side, allowed me to exit, and followed me off the elevator. Again, he guided me by the small of my back toward our room. He pulled out his phone and used it to unlock the door.
Once we were inside, we both stared at one another for a few moments.
“Did you get a chance to look at my STD results?” he asked, sitting his briefcase down and removing his suit jacket.
I shook my head. “No.”
“We can view each other’s together.”
I nodded, pulled my phone out, navigated to the Instant Connections app, and clicked on his profile since his message was still up. The good part about the fuck buddy side of the app was that they made you upload monthly STD screening results to show that you didn’t have anything before engaging with someone.
As of three weeks ago, Roman Dante was clean as a whistle.
“I do have condoms.”
“So do I,” I added, pulling out the two I kept in my purse just in case.
“We’ll need more than that, but we can use yours first, then use mine.”
He opened his briefcase and tossed a new box of Magnums on the bed.
“Shower first. Are you hungry? If so, let’s order room service now.”
I nodded and grabbed the menu off the desk. Once I figured out what I wanted, I handed it to him. When he was done, he picked up the room phone to call in our order.
“What you want? Burger or hot wings? You look like a pizza kind of woman,” he stated, looking me over again. “Uhh… Yea, can I get a burger, medium well, no onions. Everything else on it is fine. Extra plate of fries, a bottle of red wine. And…” he looked over at me.
“Pepperoni pizza and hot wings. I’m eating your fries.”
He chuckled. “You got that? That’s fine. If you knock and we don’t answer, come in and leave the tray. Tip will be by the door.”
He hung up and began removing his clothes. His confidence and, dare I say it, arrogance were a turn-on. When he dropped the powder blue dress shirt to reveal his tattooed sculpted chest and arm, I salivated.
I licked my lips as I watched him step out of his pants. His dick was lying dormant against his right thigh. His body didn’t give me the suit and tie kind of guy, but that of a personal trainer.
“You gonna undress, or you need my help?”
I tore my eyes away from his crotch and up to his face. He was smiling at me. His almost perfect smile was doing something to me.
“Take your clothes off, Temperance.”
Immediately my face formed into a tight ball. I didn’t remember telling him my name. My profile name on Instant Connections is TemptressDee.
“You still have on your badge,” he said, pointing at my hip. “If it makes you feel better, my name is Roman Marcellus Dante.”
“Marcellluuuussss,” I teased. “Lemme guess grandpa’s name on your daddy side?”
He chuckled and rubbed his beard. “Yes, actually. Now since you clearly need my help, I’m going to undress you now. After we eat and our food has settled, I want you back in those pumps while I fuck you against the window.”
I moaned involuntarily. “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you always obedient, Temperance?” he questioned while sliding my skirt down my legs.
“Like Jill Scott says, ‘If you can tell me what to do, then you can tell me what to do,’” I answered in a breathy whisper.
He squatted in front of me and lifted my feet one by one to remove my pumps. When he didn’t stand after removing my shoes, I looked down, and he was staring at my pussy.
“Ya mama or granny ever told you it’s rude to stare,” I sassed, trying not to fidget because I could feel his breath on my thighs.
“They both did, but I’ve been known to do what I want,” he said. “Oral or nah?”
“Hell thee fuck yes.”
He chuckled, lifted my right leg, and threw it over his shoulder before running the tip of his tongue up my slit. I hissed, gripped his shoulders, and threw my head back as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Fuccckkk, Romann…”
“Mmm… Shit,” he said, pulling back.
That brought me all the way back to reality.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because we’re supposed to be in the shower, and if I eat ya pussy any longer, room service is gonna get a show when they bring our food up.”
I quickly removed my top and threw it across the back of the chair at the desk before unhooking my bra and tossing it on top of my shirt.
“C’mon, Marcellus.”
He mugged me before delivering a swift and heavy-handed smack to my left ass cheek.
“Fuckkk. You lucky I like that shit, and it didn’t hurt.”
“Oh, I am? We’ll see how many of those you can take while I’m fuckin’ you from behind after this shower.”
He followed me into the bathroom, where I started the water, and he took a piss.
“Comfortable, are we?”
He shrugged and continued to use the bathroom. “It was either pee now or on your feet in the shower.”
I laughed. “I wish the fuck you would,” I said as I got in the tub.
“That mouth, Temperance.”
Giggling, I moved to stand under the shower head. I let the hot water wash over me. My hair getting wet didn’t bother me. I swim every morning for at least an hour and a half before work.
Bitch, this is crazy. You do not know this man. Girl, getcho hot ass out of this shower, in your clothes, and go home.
Roman’s hand connecting with my left ass cheek again jarred me from my thoughts.
“Ouch,” I yelled, turning around to face him.
“You backing out on me?”
I released a nervous chuckle. “Thought about it.”
He nodded. “I can leave when we get out.”
I shook my head. “Don’t. Just because I thought about it doesn’t mean I was actually going to leave. We’re here, and by my count, you owe me three orgasms.”
“Just three?”
“To start with, anyway.”
“You sure you cool with what’s about to go down?” he asked, looking me directly in my eyes.
“Yes. One hundred percent.”
“Okay.”
The rest of our shower was quiet. I was glad the Grand Luxe had bomb toiletries because I still hadn’t restocked the pouch I kept in my purse after my last trip home a few weeks ago when the airline lost my damn luggage.
After our quiet shower, we both wrapped ourselves in a plush light gray robe and went into the room. Room service delivered our food. While he uncovered the trays, I filled both glasses with wine.
We ate in silence, for the most part. The only noise in the room came from the air conditioning unit and the TV he turned on at some point. I zoned out, and when I snapped out of my trance, Roman was getting dressed.
“Where are you going?”
“You’re clearly having second thoughts, so I’m gon’ head out.”
“Stay, please,” I said, damn near begging.
“You sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
To show him I was serious, I dropped my robe, walked over to where he was standing, and got on my knees in front of him. I swiftly tugged his slacks and boxers down, and his dick greeted me eagerly. I smiled up at him before taking him into my mouth.
“Dammmnnn, Temmy.”
That was a first. I usually hated for someone I didn’t know to give me a nickname, but “Temmy” coming from his lips sounded endearing and made it feel like we’d known each other for a while now instead of a few hours.
I pulled back and spit on his dick before taking him back into my mouth. His dick was a little bigger than average, but that girth was a mouth full, literally. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and eased down toward his base while relaxing my throat.
“Fuuuucccccckkkkkkkk,” he groaned while slowly thrusting into my mouth.
After repeating the motion a few times, I was comfortable with his size and knew how to handle him. I reached up and cupped his balls, gently squeezing them in my hand.
“Shit, girl. Suck faster while you play with my balls,” he instructed me.
Doing as I was told, I bobbed up and down on his dick faster while firmly gripping his balls. A few moments later, I felt his dick jerk in my mouth. I pulled it out and jacked him off until he came on my breasts.
Yes, I gave him head, but I didn’t know him well enough to swallow or let him cum on my face. I could feel his cum sliding down my chest as I stood to my feet to go clean up. As I wiped my chest off, I felt him behind me.
“Was that convincing enough?” I asked, looking at him through the mirror.
He chuckled and moved to stand directly behind me, gently he pushed me forward then I felt his tongue in between my ass cheeks.
“Ooo, shiiittt, Rome,” I whimpered, gripping the sink with one hand and using the other to hold the top of his head.
“Mmm…”
I felt his slippery tongue swirl around my anus, and my knees buckled.
“Shittt! Just like thattttt…”
One of his thick ass fingers pressed against my asshole, and the other was between my legs playing with my clit. I hadn’t felt this amount of pleasure in three going on four years. And just before I reached my peak again, he stopped.
“Roman, what the fu–”
My words were cut off as he plunged inside of me from the back.
“Fuccck! Gahdamn, Temmy. Yo’ pussy so fuckin’ tight and gushy.”
I couldn’t say a motherfucking thing because Roman had filled me to the rim, and my cup was about to run over with pleasure. He drove in and out of me at a moderate but deliberate pace while holding me up with one arm around my waist.
“Fuck me back, Temperance.”
I moaned as we locked eyes in the mirror. I propped one leg up on the counter, planted my elbows, caught his rhythm, and threw this ass back like the 99 was taking over for the 2000s.
“Damn, Temmy,” he moaned. “You creamin’ all over my shit.”
A moan slipped from me as I laid my upper body on the counter and reached back to spread my ass cheeks to give him a better view.
“Shit, you want this nut?” he probed while gripping my waist and fucking me faster. “Take this dick, Baby Girl.”
It was something about “Baby Girl” that made my pussy wetter and my muscles contract around him.
“You choking the fuck outta me, Baby Girl. Work that nut up outta me.”
So, I did. I threw my ass back like my life depended on it until he released a guttural groan and filled the condom. Two minutes later, he slowly pulled out of me, flushed the condom, washed his hands, and left me bent over the bathroom counter, trying to get my damn life together.
“Pee and bring ya ass to the bed, Temperance. By my count, I owe you one more orgasm, but since I’m feeling generous, it’ll be a two-for-one deal. Then I’ll let you get a nap in before I occupy your time a little longer.”
His arrogance was turning me on, and that was a first for me. I hobbled to the toilet, relieved my bladder, washed my hands, and went to bed. When I came into the room, he was laying his big ass in the middle.
“What position you want me in?” I asked, putting a knee on the bed.
“69. I ain’t blessed you properly with this tongue, and I want that mouth again, Temmy.”
It’s definitely arrogance.
I climbed in the bed, straddled him backward so I was facing his dick, scooted my ass back, and hovered over his face before I took him into my mouth. Although he’d cleaned himself up, I could still taste the faint traces of his cum, and that made my pussy quiver.
I moaned as I bobbed up and down on his dick. When I felt him spread my ass cheeks and lick me from my slit to my asshole, I trembled and shuddered.
He smacked me on my ass. “Keep sucking. Don’t stop, not even for a second,” he demanded with a mouthful of my pussy.
My pussy contracted again, and I came all over his tongue, then collapsed onto the bed. You would think he would stop, but no, he continued eating my pussy and fucking my ass with his thick ass fingers. Stick a fork in me because I was done.
“Don’t tell me you tapping out on me already, Temperance. It’s been a minute since I’ve had sex, and I want to enjoy you for as long as you let me, so I’m gon’ let you get a cat nap, but you owe me one more nut.”
I felt him kiss and nibble on my ass before he moved me to the side. As soon as my back hit the bed, I was out.
When I woke up later, I was under the comforter, and Rome was asleep next to me and snoring. I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep since I wasn’t paying attention to the time earlier. Quietly, I eased out of bed to go to the bathroom. After relieving my bladder, washing my hands, and gargling mouthwash, I tiptoed back into the bedroom to wake Rome up.
Slowly I pulled the comforter off of him and settled between his legs. His thick, chocolatey dick was just lying against his thigh, dormant, and still big. I took it into my hands and stroked him gently until he started to get hard. He shifted a little but stayed asleep.
I sucked him into my mouth and slowly eased down his shaft. My third time taking him to the back of my throat, I looked up, and he was watching me.
“You have a good nap?” he asked with that cocky ass smile on his face.
Pulling his dick out of my mouth, I replied, “Not as good as you because when I woke up, you were snoring.”
“A nigga was tired,” he replied, reaching over to grab a condom off the nightstand to hand to me. “Ride my tongue.”
Hurriedly I crawled up his body to sit on his face. Using the headboard as support, I hovered over his mouth, but his mannish ass pulled me down onto his thick ass tongue. Immediately he attacked my clit, sucking it into his mouth, pulling back, and flicking his tongue over it.
“Shhiiitttt, Roman. Just like that,” I urged, holding his head in place and rocking back and forth.
I felt his tongue push its way into my core. I hissed and attempted to rise up some, but he pulled me back down and locked his thick ass arms around my waist. While one hand solely focused on keeping me in place, the other played with my clit.
Clit stimulation was major key for me, but if she got overstimulated, I’d black the hell out from pleasure. I could feel my belly tighten, and I knew I was knock-knocking on orgasm’s door.
Rome stopped and spoke against my pussy. “Stop holding back and let me taste that sweet shit, Baby Girl.”
Then put his face back in my pussy and sucked the soul out of me through my clit. I shuddered and came all over his mouth. I fell forward and waited for my breathing to return to normal.
I sat back and saw the pleasant look on his face. I could see my juices glistening in his beard. The thought of tasting myself off his lips crossed my mind, and without a second thought, I kissed him. Sucking both of his thick lips into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled for control.
When we pulled apart, I noticed he already had the condom on.
“Get on top, Baby Girl.”
I glanced back and forth between his face and his dick twice before throwing caution to the wind and mounting the damn horse. There are just some rides in life you have to take, and Roman Marcellus Dante was going to be mine. It took me a few minutes to comfortably fit all of him inside of me, but once I did, I began riding him slowly.
“If it’s too much, tell me, and we can switch,” he said in all seriousness.
I nodded. “I’m good.”
He smacked my ass. “Then ride my shit, Baby Girl.”
I began rolling my hips while he guided me up and down on him. After I was completely comfortable, I pinned his hands to the bed above his head and allowed my titties to bounce in his face while I rode him.
When he bit one of my nipples, my pussy contracted around him, and I could feel him get harder inside of me. I whimpered and sat back to ride him, but he took over and began fucking me from the bottom. And I mean fucking the shit out of me. He was so deep in me, knocking the bottom out my pussy.
“Oh my… Rome…”
“I feel it, Baby Girl. Coat my dick like you did my face,” he encouraged me while pinching my nipple with one hand and gripping my waist with the other. “Be a good fuckin’ girl and cum on my dick, Temperance.”
“Shhitttt… Roman, oh my goooosssshhhhhh! Fuuuccckkk, you feel so good in my pussy.”
He grunted and bounced me up and down on his dick even harder. I was coming undone, and he was to blame. My voice caught in my throat when I looked down at him with his bottom lip in between his teeth, sweat across his brow and top lip, and his eyes closed.
“Cum in my pussy, Rome.”
“Shit,” he groaned.
I felt him jerk, and by the way he stopped moving, I knew he was cumming. I rocked back and forth, slowly working all of his nut from him.
“Fuck, Temperance, chill out. You just worked the fuck outta my dick.”
“I did no such thing, Sir.”
He chuckled. “So, who’s responsible then?”
I shrugged, slowly dismounted him, and eased the condom off. When we walked into the bathroom, I flushed the condom before he cleaned me up and then did the same for himself.
Afterward, we walked back into the room. Before getting into bed, I checked the time. It was almost midnight. I wasn’t sure how long before he made good on his promise to wake me up for more, so I crawled into bed next to him to grab a nap.
“Ms. DuBois, the new hires are here,” my assistant, Sjada’s voice, came through the speaker on my desk phone.
“Okay, set them up in the conference room. I’ll be there in a second.”
My flashback of my first time with Roman had me wet as fuck as I sat at my desk at work. I dipped into the bathroom in my office to freshen up and put on a pair of dry panties.
One weekend a month, we rent a house on Cozy Cribs; I am his, and he is mine. Outside of that, neither of us existed to the other.
In the beginning, our arrangement worked well for me, considering I was coming off of a damn near four-year drought after calling off my engagement to a controlling asshole while battling depression and grief. But as the months go on, my feelings for Rome are starting to change.
Although we agreed to keep things all sex with no strings attached, we’ve had talks over the past eight months that extend beyond our arrangement. I mean, they weren’t extremely deep conversations, but I know small things about him now that I never thought he would open up to me about.
Like, I know he’s a thirty-three-year-old widower who happens to be the Financial Manager at Olympus Resort on the opposite end of the Las Luces strip. When we met up the third time, he told me that his favorite colors were red and blue when I wore that July 4th themed lingerie. He is also the first black person I have ever met who is allergic to watermelon.
He is the outdoorsy type, likes to hike and be out in nature, and when he isn’t working, he coaches Little League Football at one of the city parks.
I enjoy the way he makes me feel when we are together. Special. Loved. Wanted. He spoils me from the moment he walks into our Cozy Crib to the time we leave, and, like a sponge, I soak it all up. I love that I only have to mention something once to him, and he remembers it. Like, he always makes sure to grab my favorite things when he does the snack shopping for our weekend.
Roman not only cooks for me but also feeds me. Literally. On the rare occasions when we have ventured outside, he’s had no problem with being in public or treating me as though I was the only woman in the world.
I can tell by his actions that he likes me as much as I like him, but I also know that he misses his wife, which makes me hesitant to hold up the other end of our arrangement. We agreed that if one of us caught feelings for the other, we would bring it to that person, have a conversation about it, and go from there.
Until he showed me that he was ready for more with me, I decided I would continue to keep my feelings for him locked away in my boundary box. I was gladly tossing that bitch in the ocean, and the only way for him or me to get to it would be to become or channel Jacques Cousteau.
I laughed to myself about that line, imitating Will Smith’s character Mike Lowery in Bad Boys II. I smiled as I pulled my thong up. After washing my hands, I checked myself in the mirror and then headed to the conference room.
A few more hours, then I’ll be sitting on the prettiest dick I ever did see for the next three days.