Page 13 of A Minute Past Midnight

“I—Oh!”

Whatever she was about to say disappeared. I took her lips again and slowly inched my way through her tight ass tunnel.

I gritted my teeth. “Shit!”

“Oh, shit!”

“You tight as fuck, baby.” Her body was tense as she gripped the wings of my back. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but her shit felt new.

I never had to tussle with the pussy with any other woman I'd been with in my adult years. This shit was a first, and off top, I knew Juliana was going to be my fucking ruin.

I wasn't even all the way deep in her shit yet, and already I was thinking of what I should cop her as my appreciation for her giving me this fucking gem.

“Oooo, Samir, shit!” She cursed, nails digging deeper into my flesh as I dug deeper into her.

“Relax, mama. I promise I got you.”

“You're so big, mmm!”

“I know. Let me in so you’ll get used to it.” Her breath hit my face, and I felt her body loosen. I gripped her ass cheeks and rolled my hips until I was at the base of her.

From there it was over.

I lifted those pretty brown legs and gave her long, deep, and hard strokes. Her moans saturated the room, my grunts became more fervent, and our bodies began to perspire.

That was it.

Juliana was mine.

There was no way I could ever forget about her, this night, or this amazing pussy that she so graciously allowed me to have for the night.

Only, this wouldn't be our last night.

As soon as I got rid of the deadweight in my life, I was coming back for what was mine.

The morning rays from the sun shone brightly through the open drapes of the hotel. My eyes squeezed tightly as I turned away from it, noticing the perfect stranger was nowhere in sight.

I sat up and looked around the room that looked as if last night had never happened. There were no used condom wrappers on the floor, no traces of the entire bottle of champagne we devoured, and no robes strewn over the coffee table.

It was as if I’d dreamed it all. Only, I was still in the hotel room I had recollection of entering last night. I rubbed my hand down my face, closed my eyes, and subtly bit my bottom lip as images of what happened ran rent free through my mind.

Samir and I had sex, lots of it.

That much was clear.

We had so much sex that at one point during the night, the condom had broken right during his climax, but he pulled out prayerfully in the nick of time. We were both so caught up in each other that we knew we needed to take our asses to bed.

Samir was determined to do exactly what he promised and erase every doubt and insecurity out of my system. He affirmed me with every thrust of his hips, every kiss to my collarbone, and every whisper of my name.

I wasn't foolish to believe he’d stay. Hell, I wasn't supposed to have stayed, but the number of rounds we went into the morning knocked me right into a sex coma.

Funny how he called me Cinderella, but he was the one who’d disappeared after midnight.

The way he held me, placing kisses on my neck while rubbing my body, made things between us feel real—natural.

I’d only been with one guy my entire life, and that was Marius Steward. Of course, it was fated that we’d get married and have children, but as time moved on, so did my taste and desire to want more.

In the city of Jonesborough, you either worked at the local distribution plants or at my family’s supermarkets and married your first. That just wasn't what I wanted for my life, and Marius didn't understand that.