The Handsome Black Man: She Couldn’t Suppress Her Lust

By Emma Jones

"I assumed he would lead me into the family room but he dropped his keys on the counter and turned into me. His hands held my head on each side as he leaned in to kiss me with a first tentative kiss. I looked into his eyes as we parted and my arms went around his neck. He pressed forward which pressed my back into the refrigerator. It felt like the air was sucked out of the room as our mouths consumed each other's and our bodies came together. Although he was pressing into me against the refrigerator, I nonetheless pressed back by arching my back and flexing my hips. I wanted to feel his body and I did. He was as solid and hard-bodied as he looked."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Feb 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005430085

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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The Handsome Black Man: She Couldn’t Suppress Her Lust

By Emma Jones

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Chapter 2: The Weekend

Chapter 3: The Office

Chapter 4: Threesome

Chapter 5: The Cruise

Chapter 6: Full Day Action

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Are you okay?

It wasn't the concerned voice I was hoping against all hope to hear. I looked up into the floor-to-ceiling window in front of me. I saw my reflection in the window. But more, I saw the image of the man behind me. Definitely not who I was stupidly hoping might come looking for me.

Miss? Are you okay? he repeated.

I'm fine. Thanks. It was all I could mumble out while keeping my back to him.

"No ... you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be standing in a hotel lobby crying.

I sighed heavily. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, no longer caring what effect that might have on my carefully applied makeup. Then I finally turned to face this stranger who had more concern for me than my asshole boyfriend. In the reflection, I could see he was a good head taller than me and black. Turning to face him, though ... wow. I stand 5'-5 and weigh 100 pounds. He was 6'-3 and 230 pounds, if anything. And ... a body shape that screamed athlete and strength.

What's wrong? Listen, if you want me to get lost, fine. It looks like you could use someone to talk to or ... do you need something?

I gave him a weak smile, sighed heavily ... again ... then blurted it out: My life sucks! Weddings are supposed to be happy events, right? Right? I mean, aren't they? Everyone's supposed to be happy at weddings. He certainly is. The asshole. I put my hand over my mouth. Oh my God ... did I just verbalize all that?

He chuckled, Yes, you did. So, who's the asshole?

I moaned, My boyfriend. I sighed. We were at a wedding reception upstairs. And ... as usual ... he's up there probably not even aware I left the hall. He squinted his eyes at me trying to follow it all. He's been sniffing after half the skirts up there. I raised my arms and let them flop back down to my thighs. It never changes. Why do I do this to myself? It's always the same.

He touched my arm ... softly and politely. Let me buy you a drink here. It might settle you down. You can let it out. Maybe you'll feel better.

God, why not. What could it hurt? Besides, he seems genuinely concerned and he at least listens. I nodded and let him guide me into the lobby bar.

A couple drinks later, and much more time than it takes for a couple drinks, I had emptied myself of the negative feelings about the boyfriend and our relationship. But after that, I had also dumped about my going-nowhere-no-respect job. So basically my life sucks, I finished with a deep breath like I hadn't taken one for the entire time.

We had gotten through formal introductions and I did learn his name was Jason Taylor, that he had spent five years in the NFL, all with the same team that drafted him. The last two years in the NFL were as the starting outside linebacker before injuring his knee. It was during rehab that he questioned going back, made the decision not to, and worked his way into his own rep agency. No big-big clients but enough to make a good living and to see the promise of a good future.

What you need is a good diversion and time away. He looked at me intently. I hadn't asked for his further advice and I could see he was somewhat nervous about giving it. But he pressed on. It's Friday night. Me ... I would turn off my phone for the weekend and think seriously about what I want. Mostly, what changes I should make. My expression must have given him some signal because he suddenly held up his hands, palms out toward me. Sorry. I'm pushing. I'm used to giving advice to clients. Let me give you a ride home, though. I assume you came with ... him.

I glanced at my phone on the seat next to me. No messages. Of course not. I nodded and followed his lead to the parking structure next to the hotel.

I had given him general directions to get us going but within a mile, I told him to pull over and stop. Although confused he did as I asked.

I could feel him watching me as I stared out the windshield. You're right, I finally said without looking at him. I made a show of taking my phone out of my purse and turning it off. I don't need him calling or texting me asking why I left as if it was all my fault. I don't need the opportunity to once again cave into his manipulations. I dropped the phone into my purse and closed it. For another moment the car remained quiet but for the soft sound of the finely tuned idle of his car.

When I spoke again, I turned as much as I could inside the seat belt. You're right about the other thing. Diversion. I also need to get my mind off him, the job, all of it. The light coming into the car from the street lights probably hid the fact that I suddenly blushed. I've never done anything like this. But, I thought, if I expressed my wants and needs, maybe I could get past this bad relationship and dead-end job. Would you take me to your place? No strings. No expectations. Just enjoy each other.

You're serious?

I nodded. I know it seems risky but I feel I need to take some risks if I'm going to change my life, right?

It seemed like minutes before he said anything. His hands clasped to the top of the steering wheel. Whatever he was thinking, he was thinking it hard. Finally, Right ... dramatic change involves an amount of risk. And, yes, it would seem you need to consider some amount of dramatic change in your life and there is some risk in that. He finally looked at me. No expectations because I can't consider a romantic relationship right now. Right now it's all about my agency and clients and getting established.

I smiled, suddenly feeling some confidence about all this. That makes it all the easier, right?

He turned around at the next block and headed in another direction. Along the way, he questioned me several times that I was certain but eventually we were chatting, again. Not about me, though. I learned that he was in business with a close friend of his since grade school. Although they considered the agency a partnership, the reality was that 70% was his and 30% was his friend and that was just because of what he had put away from football.

I was impressed when he pulled into a cul-de-sac of nice one and two-story homes with mature trees and nice landscaping. Even in the dark, it was obvious this was a nice neighborhood. His house was at the head of the cul-de-sac which I remembered probably meant his backyard was huge. His house was ranch-style with an attached double garage which he pulled into. A Jeep Wrangler stood in the other bay. He led me into the house through a laundry room that opened into the kitchen and a family room beyond.

I assumed he would lead me into the family room but he dropped his keys on the counter and turned into me. His hands held my head on each side as he leaned in to kiss me with a first tentative kiss. I looked into