Scandal in the Dark - Part 3.2 *Adult Story*

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Even though my phone was ringing and I knew It was my cheating ass dude, whatever spell this man had me under in this moment allowed me to not give a rats ass about who was calling me. I wasn’t going to allow the drama from my life affect this euphoria that was taking place.
Being in this room, with this man, I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I could see myself getting ready to snatch his entire soul from inside him and then place it back gently with the scent of everything that was me, imprinted on him forever.


The second I asked him if he was ready, he gripped my waist and lifted his bottom half. He wasn’t about to let me make him beg for it.
He slid himself back inside me and I let out the loudest scream of passion.


I swear I could feel him in my stomach. This was too much. I usually take control and now here this nigga is taking all control of me! I thought I was ready to be on top of the world, literally, because that’s how high I was sitting up on this man. But, I thought wrong. I quickly became the submissive.


Mhmm, that’s what I thought, he said confidently.
It’s ok baby girl, daddy got you. We gone work up to that, don’t worry.


He grabbed me by my waist and just as I thought he was going to flip me back over, he stood up with me, walked me over to his big bay windows, and gently placed my body up against it. I don’t know who could see through this window, but whoever could, was getting front row seats to the most scandalous night of my life.
He lifted me higher on the window and his face, met her, again.
I grabbed the back of his neck and clenched as tight as I could so I didn’t fall; quickly forgetting that this man was 6’2 and buff as shit, handling me with one hand. There was no need for me to hold on. So, I surrendered. Yet again.


I let his head go and slapped my hands up against the window like they do in the movies, but lucky for me, this was real life.
His tongue couldn’t have been anymore warm and soft. He smacked so hard, and that turned me on even more. With every smack came more pleasure juice, running down my legs, onto his face, and onto this big ass window. It was as if she was crying from how good it felt. He was pleasuring me so good, that she became alive.
I was dripping so much, I turned into his own personal vanilla slurpee.
The more I moaned, the more pressure he applied and I just knew I was about to cum again. 2 minutes ago I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction and now?
He could ask me for anything and the answer would be yes.
I let go and allowed my wildest dream to take its course. My legs started to quiver as they do right before I climaxed and I tried to pull away just a little to savor it a little while longer, but Roger wasn’t having it. He pulled me closer to that beautiful chocolate face, and made sure I had no room to run.
And yet again, I exploded like a bath bomb.
He looked up at me and you would’ve thought someone dumped his face in bucket of water. It made me feel good. I knew just as much as I was enjoying this, he was too. And it felt good to be pleased more than a few times before he gets his.
This is a real man right here.
He smiled at me, shook his head, and sucked his teeth for one last taste before he brought me back down to eye level and slid right back inside the promise land.
It was so thick, I could barely handle myself, but I wasn’t about to go out like no punk. I took that shit.
Matter fact, right now, in this moment, I owned it.
It felt like we were on a roller coaster. So many up and down motions I couldn’t even think straight. We both moaned in unison like a choir fighting for the first place ribbon.
He changed motions often to make sure he would last just a little longer.
Slow…
Fast…..
Side….
Side….
He explored the inside of me like a tour guide his first day on the job. I don’t know what made this man want to give it to me like this.
I know the Moet had something to do with it. But, we barely knew each other from Adam.
You don’t just put it down on a stranger like this.
I must’ve really left a mark on him at that café. Whatever it was about me, he wanted to make sure he knew me outside…
as well as in.
He clenched on to my body and pulled me so close to him as if he wanted me inside of his body.
I knew he was about to climax and I was definitely okay with that. His head was pressed against my chest feeding off of all the sexual energy I was putting out. I lifted his head, grabbed him by the thick hair on his face, looked him dead in his eyes and told him…
Now, time for you to cum for me, daddy, out of breath but still in the most seductive way possible.
He nodded his head, bit down on those juicy lips, and he never took his eyes off of me.
He climaxed so hard, but so calm, I would’ve never known. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he threw his hand up on the window, with the other hand securing me so that I didn’t slip from all the juices I produced.




We both were breathing heavy as if we just completed a 5k sprint. The lights from the city were still so present in the room so we were able to see the utter and complete satisfaction on each others faces.
This was one of those moments where nothing needed to be said afterwards. Even if we did speak, it wouldn’t have made sense. Because without even trying to talk after sex like that, I knew I was going to be tongue tied.
Roger took his hand from the window and wrapped his arms around me.
He hugged me so tight as if I was the only woman in the world.
Something about it felt sad, but safe at the same time. As if something about me made him feel safe in his skin and tonight he showed up and showed out like he would’ve never done for another woman.
That sounds prideful, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that there was something more here than just sex. We may have just met, but the connection was undeniable.
I didn’t regret one thing that happened in this room.
Once he was done having his moment, he brought me to the bed and laid me down so gently as if he didn’t just break me in a few times, and he laid down right beside me.
We were too hot and sweaty for covers. We just laid there next to each other in a satisfied silence. He looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes and leaned his head over to the side, signaling me to lay on his chest.
I didn’t mind at all.
I pushed my wet, curly hair out of my face and laid my head upon my future possibility.


Within seconds, we both were drifted off into dream land.