Temptation Island

Chapter 6: Kelendria

I bustled around my apartment at midnight to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything while packing. I left for Bali in the morning, and I wanted to be fully prepared for a week with my favorite girls. So far my biggest suitcase was completely full, and I was debating taking another suitcase or just a duffle for my miscellaneous items.

"Babe, come lie down with me."

The deep baritone voice sent chills down my spine. It came from behind me on my bed. I smirked slyly as I turned to face the sexy hunk of a man lying there in nothing but a durag and his briefs. Christian muscular golden skin glistened under the light of the room, and he flashed his pearly whites at me. He had the room smelling lovely since he'd just gotten out of the shower, but the way he was looking at me let me know he was ready to get dirty again.

"Baby, I can't. I'm packing."

"You look packed to me," he told me.

"I just don't want to forget anything. Last time I forgot my whole bag of underwear and it was so bad!"

"Ain't nothing wrong with free balling here and there."

"Boy, you see all this ass and you know how fat this cat is. I cannot free ball!"

"You're right. Plus, I don't want anybody getting a peek at my goodies." Christian got up from the bed and came behind me. When he wrapped his arms around my waist, I felt his hard manhood press against my butt. "I love how thick you are. It turns me on so much."

The feel of his warm breath on my ear right before he nibbled it got the faucet leaking. A moan escaped my mouth, and that was all the confirmation he needed to continue. He turned me to face him, and our lips met in a passionate, wet kiss. He undressed me as our tongues danced, only breaking our kiss to step back and gaze at my body. I was a thicker woman, but I had a shape, and my stomach was flat. Still, I was over 200 pounds and only average height, which meant I was overweight. I used to be self-conscious about my body, but eventually it got to a point where I began to love myself and my curves. Christian did too, and he had no trouble showing it.

As he stared at me, he pulled his thick eight-inch sausage out of his boxers and stroked it slowly while staring at me. I grinned devilishly and pushed him back on the bed. Completely naked, I dropped down on all fours and crawled to him, never breaking eye contact. When I reached the bed, I pulled his boxers completely off and licked him from balls to tip.

"Hsss!" he hissed as I wrapped my lips completely around the tip of his dick.

I moved my entire mouth down his shaft until he hit the back of my throat, and even then I kept going. Deep throating was my specialty, and I loved doing it to him. Soon the only sound that could be heard in the air was me sucking and slurping and not leaving any crumbs. I wanted to add the two-hand-twist combo, but I knew that was going to make him climax way too early, and I wanted to feel him inside of me. My vaginal walls contracted and retracted, letting me know I was getting hornier by the second. His moans and the way he was gripping the back of my head were turning me on. I came up for air and wiped all of the spit from my mouth.

"Fuck me," I said, but when he tried to pull me onto the bed, I held up a finger. "Hold on."

I decided to take Shanti's advice. When I stood up, I walked to the light switch and turned the lights off. I also went to the window and shut the curtains so that it was pitch-black.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he was putting a condom on.

"I thought we'd try something new tonight," I said.

I felt my way back to the bed and straddled him. I wanted to ride him, but he had other plans. Christian flipped me on my back and kissed all over my body. When he got to my nipples, I sucked air through my teeth. I loved when he licked and sucked them. They were my second-most tender spot. While he did that, he circled a finger on my clit, bringing me to a place of bliss. I could feel my juices running down my crack and onto the bed beneath me. I could have let him make me cum like that, but I needed to feel his erection against my walls. I wanted him so bad, and he didn't make me wait much longer.

He kissed me deeply again when he got on top of me and didn't stop even when he plunged his manhood deep inside of me. And he did it again and again. I saw fireworks, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back. His strokes were both powerful and gentle. He handled me with care.

"Christian!" I moaned. "This big dick feels so good. Fuck me!"

"Yeah, you like this big-ass dick, don't you?"

"Yes, baby."

"You ain't never had nobody fuck you like this, huh?"

I didn't answer. I just moaned. I didn't want to ruin the moment we were having. The only person who had ever done it like that was him. And I was pleasantly surprised that it was looking like he had some stamina. My clit began to swell with each thrust, and the closer I got to my orgasm, the more I felt Shanti had been right. Maybe that had been the trick to his quick-pumper problem. Maybe—

"Ah . . . ahhhh!" Christian moaned and jerked a few times on top of me.

I didn't need two guesses to know what that meant. He rolled back onto the bed, breathing heavily, while I lay there in disbelief. I had literally just started to get into my groove, and then it was over. He lay there panting like he had just put it down on me, and I was flabbergasted.

"Are you done?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, baby. I'm tired, and you know I have that meeting after I take you to the airport."

"But . . . but . . ." I was at a complete loss for words.

"Plus, you have to finish packing, right?"

He had the nerve to turn over on his side and get under the covers. Like I wasn't right there unsatisfied and upset. It took everything in me to not hit him with a pillow. Most people considered being "hangry" a mixture of being hungry and angry. But in my case it meant horny and angry. Instead of hurting him, I climbed out of bed and went to take a shower. I needed to wash the disappointment off my body.

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I found peace there....