Summer Paradise

By Christa Tillman

A lack of sex can be harmful, causing your self-worth and confidence to plummet.

Every woman desires more than one night with him. But Romello “RB” Brooks is famously known for providing women with one unapologetic night of multi-orgasmic ecstasy. When his sister demands a summer vacation, she has one rule: no meaningless one-night stands. RB is positive this is a promise he can keep because indulging in different women is a bonus in life, not a necessity until he meets a gorgeous doctor on the Island of Turks and Caicos.

Can this alpha male keep his promise, or will he extinguish his desire with one scorching summer night of pleasure?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christa Tillman
• Release date: Jul 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9780982369418

Christa Tillman

Christa Tillman was born and raised in Southern California. As a storybook weaver, her primary focus is to construct realistic characters while creating a plot or theme which will spark a conversation once the reader finishes the book.During the day, she runs the Accounts Receivables Department. Her favorite pastime is cooking, traveling, reading, and writing dramatic romance novels. Her novels consist of four major factors sex, drama, black love, and God’s awesomeness as we navigate love issues.Christa has always been an avid reader and a current member of the best damn book club in the world, On Another Level. She enjoys books of all kinds but favors Dramatic Romance, Erotic Romance (of course), Suspense, and Urban Lit. She currently resides in North Texas.No matter the age or race, Christa invites you all to enjoy the stories she has weaved. Remember, we are all weavers of our own stories. Go ahead and visit our website www.iamchristat.com today. We’ve been waiting on you.

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Chapter One

Leveraging the sturdy wall in front of him, RB admired the skills of the woman kneeling before him. In shift motion, she magically made his lengthy penis disappear. He stroked her silky black hair while guiding her mouth up and down his shaft. Her muffled moans and his jovial grunts filled the space.

His only plan was to connect with his lawyer before their business meeting, but she’d lured him to her office with lies concerning paperwork he neglected to sign. The second her office door closed, she was on her knees, freeing his manhood. He could have protested, but he needed to release his pent-up anxiety.

RB could hear his lawyer questioning his assistant on his whereabouts. He tapped the beauty on the top of her head. She wrapped her ivory arms around the back of RB’s knees, forcing his penis farther down her throat. A knock on her door compelled his body to flood her mouth with watermelon seeds. He groaned in relief as she polished his penis clean with her tongue.

RB strolled out of her office, greeting his lawyer. First, he smiled at RB, then disdain for his co-worker’s actions etched his face.

RB’s manager cut the silent tension by reminding the group they were running late and needed to get going.

Romello RB Brooks strolled into the private business event at Tongue and Groove nightclub with his lawyer and manager in tow. A flood of rainbow lights strobed throughout the club, providing visibility of all the beautiful ladies.

Business first, and maybe a little pleasure later, RB mumbled to himself.

Tonight was about him handling business for his new alcohol beverage line; if it ended with a beautiful woman pleasuring him even better, he thought, spotting a caramel beauty eyeing him from the bar.

They all shook hands after the deal. The entire table agreed RB and Malik would be the face of his new Mello Champagne, although he suggested his friend and teammate, Malik, be the brand’s only face. He launched Mello Cognac six months ago, and it was flying off the shelves.

Waitresses dressed in skimpy shorts and tight shirts waved bottles of Mello Champagne in the air. Some waitresses balanced glowing trays of Mello Cognac mixed drinks. He watched a group of women lined along the bar with Mello Cognac shots. The clubgoers laughed and downed the smooth alcohol. Watching the clubbers enjoy the free drinks of Mello Champagne and purchasing the Mello Cognac pride rocketed in his chest.

RB’s business manager was congratulating him on his success and talking about the next moves. Instead, his attention was zoned on a group of gorgeous exotic beauties. RB nodded his head, slowly fading his manager out.

The women nodded their heads in RB’s direction. He knew they had recognized him and were waiting all night for him to acknowledge their presence. One of the exotic beauties stared at him, then seductively twirled a maraschino cherry with the tip of her tongue. His rod flexed. He hoped she could work his manhood over as well as she was working the maraschino cherry.

She hunched her shoulders at RB, pointed to the VIP entrance, gave him a slight wink, and approached the VIP section. RB’s manager went to retrieve the exotic beauty.

She strolled over to RB, swaying her hips from wall to wall. Her yellow bodycon dress accentuated her voluptuous curves, and the deep V halter top was struggling to keep her voluptuous breast covered.

Atlanta women stayed gossiping about RB’s massive third leg, stating you only get one taste. No woman has a story about him doubling back. He is famously known for providing women with one unapologetic night of multi-orgasmic pleasure.

The exotic beauty swore that if she ever had a chance to ride his massive pole, she would ride it all night long. But, unlike the other women, her story would not end with a one-night stand. Instead, it would continue throughout a lifetime.

The exotic beauty traced her lips with the tip of her tongue then moaned. You’re handsome. Tell me something about yourself.

RB chuckled before taking a puff off his cigar. I’m confident, handsome, and hella rich. What else do you need to know about me?

She loved the arrogance oozing off him. She eyed his large hands, then skimmed his size thirteen shoes. Please tell me your hands are not the only thing massive on your body, she said through a purr. I pray your third leg is as long as your feet.

She twirled her hair and pressed her ample breast against his side.

I can guarantee you my third leg will put my hands and feet to shame. So don’t go wasting a good prayer on me.

She giggled.

My pole and I are willing to give you the best orgasmic experience of your life tonight.

The exotic beauty batted her eyes. What if I want more than tonight?

RB sat up straight and looked deep into her eyes. Then I am not the man for you. All I can offer you is one evening.

OK! She turned her head, then mumbled, You will be singing a different tune by morning.

The exotic beauty was like most women who overestimated the power of their yoni. She believed one night with the infamous Romello Brooks was all she needed to have him craving her pussycat. It wasn’t her fault the other women lacked her acrobatic bedroom skills. She had already told her girls if he allowed her to go home with him, she would ride and suck him until his head exploded.

If I only get one night, I am ready to go. Don’t waste my time sitting here.

RB took out his phone and texted his driver, Lou. He responded quickly, advising that he was on the road and would arrive in fifteen minutes.

RB held up his glass to his manager. He knew he must have hit up Lou. RB never took a woman home unless Lou walked her through the protocol and the paperwork.

The exotic beauty eyed the buckets of chilled Mello Champagne on the table. How many drinks have you had tonight?

The moment she spotted RB strolling into the club, she stopped drinking. Everyone knew RB did not take drunk women home. She cleared her throat. One.

RB’s left eyebrow rose. He did not utter a word. He realized his silence would force her to talk, and she would spill her guts.

All bullshit aside. He nodded, and she continued. I spotted you when you walked into the club. I told my girls I was going to ride your dick tonight. They all laughed. My girlfriend took my tequila shot and drank it, informing me you do not allow drunk women to go home with you.

He smiled.

I ordered a sweet mixed drink and nursed it all night long while trying to get your attention. I figured if you noticed me, I would go home with you and experience incredible sober sex. If you did not take me home, then I missed getting drunk this Friday night. I can get turnt up tomorrow.

Starting at her feet, RB scanned her body. Over the years, he had run into a couple of cover girls. They looked nice and smelled lovely until their panties came off. If her feet were dirty or toenails were chipped, the conversation was over. He smiled as his eyes reached her calves and thick thighs.

If her and Uncle Lou’s process went well, he was ready to make her pull her hair out while screaming his name.

Chapter Two

Romello RB Brooks was an alpha male. He didn’t have to chase women; they plotted their pursuit for one evening with him. Sometimes RB missed the thrill of the hunt. The last time he pursued a woman, he was in junior high school.

The exotic beauty sitting before him cleared her throat, attempting to gain his attention.

I know you said one evening. Does that include breakfast?

No.

I bet I can turn that no into a yes, she replied, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth seductively. Unless you want me all weekend.

RB smiled.

Women had become predictable over the years. He didn’t know if it was his money, status, or good looks that made women hurl their beliefs out the window and toss their panties at him without knowing his deepest fears, hopes, and dreams.

It amazed him how people read tabloids, watched him catch a football or hit a baseball, and assumed they knew everything about him.

Some women confessed they expected him to propose after one evening. Good sex didn’t mean they were compatible. As far as RB was concerned, he would be like Jay-Z. He would never give his heart to a woman and would forever be a respectable player. He had never lied to a woman concerning his true intentions. He promised all women one evening of earth-shattering sex. It wasn’t his fault women thought their pussy was extraordinary to the point it would make him change his mind about their agreement or wife them.

He desired a woman that could bring more than a scrumptious body to the table. Yonis are good to eat, but they do not stop starvation nor pay the damn bills.

RB was a brand, and as much as he loved yonis in all shapes and shades, he was not willing to throw away everything he had built for a warm cookie.

Uncle Lou had a set of rules RB had to follow because he would not sit by and watch RB lose everything over tail and head.

RB’s cell phone buzzed. It was Unk. Let’s go, beautiful.

Taking his hand, she smiled at her friends as she and RB headed towards the entrance.

Uncle Lou was already holding the rear SUV truck door open when they exited the club. Lou closed the door behind RB then hopped behind the steering wheel.

Unk turned around and eyed the exotic beauty in her face. Before we leave, we need to handle some business.

The exotic beauty gawked