No More Mr. Nice Guy by Carl Weber Page A

Please.”
    I knew I looked like a complete mess, but when I opened my eyes, Niles was staring at me with a satisfied grin on his face.
    â€œThat was beautiful, Keisha.”
    â€œI’ve never come standing up,” I admitted, trying to contain the smile on my face. Man, he just did something to me.
    â€œWell, I’m not done with you.” He picked me up and laid me down. “Don’t move,” he said in a way that was so tender that I did just as he asked. He got a condom, and as he put it on, he started kissing me hungrily.
    â€œPlease, Niles. I need you,” I purred, writhing on the bed as he climbed on top of me.
    â€œI need you too, Keisha,” he said, blowing my mind. Then he leaned down and started to lick and suck my pussy again, getting me wetter. He lowered himself on top of me, and I palmed his ass cheeks and pulled him toward me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling as good as the moment he fully entered me. It felt like I’d been waiting for this forever.
    I moaned and threw my head back as he spread my legs apart in order to go deeper inside of me. His hand cupped the back of my head as he brought my lips to meet his, our bodies rising and falling in unison.
    He must have turned me every which way but loose, and I loved every moment of it. Instead of being fucked, I felt like I finally understood what it meant to have someone make love to me. This was no sex as a competitive sport, with me making sure he got his. I’d never had a man pay as much attention to my needs as Niles did, as he brought me to orgasm over and over again. When I thought it was the last orgasm, my body would surprise me with yet another one.
    In between the orgasmic waves, he would stop and kiss me, staring deep into my eyes. It was as if he wanted me to know that he was present and this wasn’t just fucking. I don’t know how many times that man made love to me before I fell into a deep sleep, cradled in his arms, happier than I’d been in years.

Bridget
    10
    â€œC’mon, you black bitch. Who’s your daddy? Tell me. Who’s your daddy?” Sebastian smacked my ass repeatedly as he screwed me from behind.
    If only his lovemaking skills were on par with his ego. Not only did the man have no skills whatsoever, but he had a teeny weenie to boot. I stifled a yawn halfway through the act. He reached out and grabbed me by the back of my neck. I took this as a sign it was time to put on an Academy Award–winning performance on faking an orgasm so he could release himself.
    â€œOh, shit, daddy!” I squealed dramatically, twerking my hips like his was the best dick I’d ever had.
    Sebastian and I had been playing this game for almost three weeks, so I considered it all in a day’s work. What he didn’t know was that when he told me about his nephew Rashaan’s plans to sell weapons to Iran, this had become my last day on the job.
    â€œGive me that big old dick. I’m about cum all over you.” I moaned loudly.
    â€œThat’s right, you black bitch. You love this big dick, don’t you?” He continued bragging in his eastern European accent about his fantasy mega penis.
    As he pumped away like an excited teenager, I pushed my round, juicy ass further into his crotch, knowing it would get him even more turned on.
    â€œOh, my goodness! It’s so big I don’t think I can take it anymore!” I shouted, stifling my laughter. I knew that all my praise would make him light up like a damn Christmas tree. Men were so damn predictable when it came to sex. As long as you made them think they were the best you ever had, they were happy little boys.
    He roared like some type of conqueror. “I always had a thing for you black bitches. You all must come out of the womb knowing how to fuck.” He just kept up with that black bitch bullshit. If he didn’t get this over with soon, I was going to have trouble not slapping the shit out