Falling For Mr. Greenfield

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ASHER

Not that it was planned, but the stalemate came to an end.

Spending time together as friends was fulfilling because Asher and Sorrow were lonelier than either of them had previously imagined. After months of learning about one another, their compatibility was quickly confirmed.

When the relationship shifted from one of Just Friends to, I Just Want A Taste was harder to pinpoint.

One thing that was for sure, Asher's house was closer to his job than Sorrow's. Within seconds of entering his front door, every wall cautiously constructed between them crumbled the instant the door closed.

Asher reached to pull Sorrow's dress up and over her head. He inhaled as if an electric shock stopped him in his tracks. Never in his life had he seen a woman's body that was so enticing. Big breast, a round juicy ass, and a general thickness warranted Asher's full and heavy salute as he froze in his tracks.

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SORROW

She took note of his massive bulge as a cheeky grin from her mouth and eyes conveyed her approval. It was true that size at times didn't matter, but in all honesty, she'd previously been concerned about his ability to please her should a time make itself available to them.

Sorrow wasn't a sweet little angel when it came to Grown Folks Business, so the sight of his excitement came close to putting one of her greatest fears to rest.

Asher was as long as he was tall, but her mind insisted what she witnessed must surely be an illusion.

Dammit. Ummm. Hot damn! Her mind expressed concerning the man hovering over her.

The sticky essence dripping from her core down to her panties screamed how desperately she craved Mr. Greenfield. It seemed that after two years of avoiding all intimate activities, even engaging in even a little light petting, the lack of sexual contact left Sorrow vulnerable to the stimulation she felt from one kiss.

As Sorrow's body responded to her need for him, a thought occurred to her. If Asher Greenfield had the slightest idea of how to use his Weapon of Mass Dickstruction properly, she just might be in serious trouble. Nevertheless, she was impressed with how the thing had taken the matter upon itself as it chose that particular moment to reach out and introduce itself to her.

Considering she had previously believed a white man couldn't possibly understand how to handle a thick sistah such as herself, Sorrow still wasn't convinced that he knew just how to 'tap that ass.'

She truly hoped Asher had come prepared to teach her a valuable lesson as he continued to undress. But fortunately, before they made it to his bedroom, Asher and Sorrow had managed to strip off every stitch of clothes. They stood completely naked, anticipating their next move.

He motioned to take a seat at the end of the king-size bed. Once he got comfortable on the bed, he pulled Sorrow to stand between his legs facing him.

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ASHER

People always assumed that Asher Greenfield was a gentle-natured pushover when his personality demanded control in certain situations.

He knew himself to be the king in his castle. But when it came to his bedroom, he was a tyrant who demanded absolute obedience.

The same soft and agile hands that Sorrow had first believed to be too fragile and refined embodied a strength in them which became evident even as he reached up to her to gently guide her face down to meet him.