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  “Thick women drive me crazy. I love your curves,” he replied. “Every single one.”

  Our conversations never veered into sexual territory, but when it finally did, Alex promised I wouldn’t be disappointed. He sent me a couple of steamy pictures one night that showed me exactly what he was working with. He had 9 inches of pure, thick, veiny steel, along with well-hidden tattoos on his arms, and washboard abs.

  I sent him a few pics of my own. I never did this type of thing, but I felt so comfortable with him, I never felt it to be an issue.

  When I sent him a photo of my wet pussy, pink and glistening with juices from our conversations, he went crazy.

  “You have a beautiful pussy. I can’t wait to taste you,” he text me. “You look so fucking sweet and hot. I’m going to stroke my cock and think about you sitting on my face and smearing your sweet pussy juice all over my lips.”

  Fuck.

  He was hot. He was sexy. He was focused. He was sexual.

  How could this go wrong?

  Chapter Five

  Misha

  We met one Saturday night in November. I’d taken the weekend off from my hectic retail job to regroup.

  We agreed to meet that evening at a bowling alley. Alex placed a friendly wager on the table. “If I win, you owe me a back massage. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  I always said I “couldn’t bowl for shit.” That was true; I had a natural knack for gutter balls. But I didn’t mind taking my chances. Either way it went, I was still going to win that night.

  Especially since he’d revealed his true feelings for me.

  “I’m at the stage in my life where I’ve played all the games,” he confessed. “I’ve won some and lost others. I just need one wonderful woman to come home to, a woman I’d be proud to call my wife. I want her to accept me for me, love me for who I am, and allow me to do the same. The more we talk, the more I know it’s you.”

  I blushed. Those words lit a fire inside me. They were exactly what I wanted to hear. Our connection was so damn strong, how could it not work out?

  I spent the day in making sure I looked perfect for my future husband. My usually wavy tresses were sporting a sleek blowout with accented curls I found on Pinterest.

  My makeup was light but effective. I wore the deep red Media lipstick I’d purchased at MAC, adding a dash of Ruby Woo with Nightmoth liner for an ombré effect. (Another snazzy Pinterest trick.)

  New clothes weren’t in my budget, but I made exceptions. I splurged on a cream colored V-neck sweater with cutout shoulders, and a new pair of jeans that hugged my ass perfectly.

  November was particularly warm gracious that day, so I opted for a pair of open toe sandals that would show off my toes, which I had painted a sparkly ruby red color. I even purchased a cute new pair of socks to wear at the lanes.

  I must have peed twice before I could leave the house. My nerves were on edge with fear and excitement.

  What if he’s a catfish and really ugly? What if he’s fine, but not interested in me? What if this is a joke and he’s standing me up? Oh my lord, I hope this is real. It feels so right… I hope he’s The One. Please let him be The One.

  I wished endlessly to the stars above that Alex was everything he seemed to be. I couldn’t afford to be let down.

  If this were a joke, or, after all this time, there weren’t any sparks between us in person, I’d be devastated.

  I didn’t think I’d be able to deal with life if this were another of fate’s cruel jokes.

  But Alex was everything I imagined him to be.

  He was even finer in person.

  His energy was fucking breathtaking. His eyes smoldered more intensely in person, and he was in seriously great shape. His jeans and polo shirt gently hugged him in all the right places. I could see his washboard abs, and my mind watered by the way his bulge looked.

  And his smile? God his smile. I’ve never seen such full, thick lips spread to reveal such a gorgeous smile with perfect teeth.

  But his looks weren’t what pulled me into his vortex. The way he looked at me did.

  His gaze swept my body from head to toe. His eyes met mine, and he gave me a knowing grin, then looked back down at my toes, licking his lips.

  “You’re unbelievably gorgeous in person.”

  He pulled me into his arms and gave me the ultimate hug. I felt this complete sense of comfort and safety as the scent of his Gucci Made to Measure wrapped itself around me.

  When a man hugs you like that, there’s literally no better place on Earth, especially when you can feel the flex in his muscles.

  Swoon.

  Chapter Six

  Misha

  “I have something for you.” He looked into my eyes. “Do you want it now or later?”

  “What is it?”

  Those hazel eyes glittered with amusement. “Don’t answer a question with a question. Now, or later?”

  “Now.” I was never one to delay gratification.

  He lifted a finger and went to his car. He returned with a gift bag. It was purple, my favorite color, and medium sized.

  A flush of excitement spread over my face and butterflies fluttered in my tummy. I’d never received a first date gift. I hadn’t expected one. And I suddenly felt like shit because I hadn’t gotten him anything. What if he thought I was selfish?

  “It’s nothing crazy. Just something I saw that made me think of you.”

  “Thank you,” I managed to get out. My mouth was dry from nerves, and my heart was beating like crazy. I lifted the bag a little, feeling its weight in my hand. “Oh, it’s heavy!”

  “Are you going to open it, or not?” His tone was amused, yet I could sense the impatience.

  I bit my lip as I looked in the bag. Everything was covered in lilac paper tissue. He was a man of high detail, because this wrapping wasn’t cheap.

  I dug my hands into the bag and fished out a large item. It was hard and heavy. When I pulled it fully out, I wanted to cry. It was an amethyst tea light.

  “Oh my god… it’s beautiful.”

  I admired the sharp, glittering object. The semi-transparent amethyst was in various hues of light and dark purples. The design played on the naturally majestic and dramatic properties of the amethyst stones. I could fit a tea light perfectly in there. This was so perfect for my baths.

  “I know you love crystals, candles, and the color purple. I saw this and I just felt it was perfect for you, whenever you take your baths, or want to write by candlelight.”

  He gave me a cocky grin, pleased with himself and the look on my face.

  Words failed me. What could I say? This was the most beautiful, touching, thoughtful gift anyone had ever given me. Anyone.

  “Thank you, Alex.” A small tear fell. “I feel so bad. I didn’t get you a gift. I’m so sorry.”

  “Shhh,” he shook his head. “I didn’t want a gift. Seeing the pleasure on your face is more than enough for me.”

  He caressed my cheek with his thumb. “Come on, let’s go inside. I’m ready kick your ass in bowling.”

  “Whatever,” I giggled in disbelief.

  He gave me a crooked grin as he held the door open. “Yeah, girl. Come with it. I’m ready for that massage.”

  Chapter Seven

  Misha

  My hands trembled as I drove home in my Charger. As predicted, Alex beat me at bowling. It was time to collect on his massage.

  Alex followed close behind me in his sleek black Audi. I had never been this nervous. But Alex was The One. I was sure of it. The way he talked, the fun way he interacted… all of our conversations. The chemistry. Oh, god, our chemistry.

  And that gorgeous gift. It was like he knew my soul, knew me inside and out thoroughly. My own mother couldn’t pick a better gift.

  He was sexy and chivalrous. He made me feel like a princess. He demanded the right to open my door. He was even a little fussy when I started to open the door myself on the way out. What man does that?

>   Alex was my soulmate. He had to be, or the Universe wasn’t shit!

  I prayed the whole ride home that I wouldn’t screw up what promised to become the night I’d been anticipating since we’d met.

  I’d spent many nights immersing myself in the fantasy of feeling every inch of his hard cock plunge deep between my thighs, cramming itself in my pussy until I shook with ecstasy. My Hitachi Magic Wand could tell you stories of the prolonged abuse it suffered, forced to service me during those long nights I unwrapped my layers and bared my soul, all the while hungry to bare my flesh.

  I wanted to feel him fuck me hard and deep, looking into my soul with those gorgeous hazel eyes of his. I wanted to kiss his lips while they were still wet from the taste of my cunt.

  I wanted everything.

  I wanted it all in one night.

  I pointed at a visitor’s space across from my building. “You can park there,” I said. “My usual space is taken. I’ll be back. I’ll got to find another parking spot.”

  It was nearly midnight and there was nothing remotely close to my apartment. All the mommy vans and polite sedans had taken all the spots closest to my apartment. My usual sense of frustration was suppressed by the fact that I’d be snuggling up next to someone else tonight also.

  I parked three buildings down. Embarking on the lengthy trek to Alex, I attempted to settle my nerves. My pussy was literally on fire, screaming to be touched.

  I anxiously bit my lip looking at Alex leaned against his car. He was so fucking handsome. His biceps bulged through his hoodie while he text on his phone, unaware I was watching. He was so damn sexy. He looked up as he sensed my approach.

  “Babe, I could have given you a ride if you were going to park so far.” He smiled, giving me that million dollar look. Just his smile made me feel beautiful.

  All I could think was, How the fuck did I get so lucky?

  “It’s okay.” I blushed. “It was just a little further than I anticipated. My place is this way…”

  I put a little extra swing in my step, carefully aligning my legs to walk in a straight line, one foot directly in front of the other, making each ass cheek bounce purposefully for his viewing pleasure.

  Alex tucked his phone in his pants and followed behind me. In my mind’s eye, I imagined that he licked his lips when he took in the view of my delicious derrière wrapped in the rich fabric of my Slink jeans, and the way my ruby-painted toes glistened with each step, like sparkly cherries begging to be tasted.

  Pleasant sensations gripped my body as he walked up behind me and grabbed my soft hips, letting his fingers tickle and squeeze my soft flesh exposed in the moonlight as my shirt rose up.

  “Damn you’re so soft,” he growled. “Sexy.”

  I giggled at his touch, yet didn’t stop or look back. But my pussy gushed again, and I thought I would faint. This kind of affection wasn’t common in my world.

  Most men, especially ones my age, would go straight for the kill without so much as even trying to warm me up. Although I was young and frisky, extra affection was a deep turn-on for me, especially when I didn’t have to ask for it.

  Intoxicated from our chemistry, I was drunk with horny, flirtatious giddiness. I suppressed a moan of anticipation as I inserted my key in the lock, and then groaned as I turned to face him. Shit. I forgot that my home wasn’t as decorated as others may be.

  “Don’t judge my place, okay? It’s a bachelorette pad. I don’t have a lot of company, so…”

  “You’re fine, babe.” He playfully teased, “You don’t have any dead bodies or roaches scattering, do you?”

  “Oh, nothing like that.” I yelped in response, making a playful expression of disgust. “I just… I don’t want you to look at my place and judge me. I’ve been rebuilding, and decorating hasn’t been my priority. I’m sorting my life out, so I keep a minimal sense of style.”

  “I’m not here for your furniture,” he insisted. “I’m here for you.” The reassuring twinkle in his eye gave me all the confidence I needed, and sent me soaring on air.

  I opened the door, a touch of reluctance lingering. As I clicked on the light, I shyly welcomed him in. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

  I gestured to the granite counters, which were bare minus a pile of bills and paperwork, and then swept my arm across the apartment. “As you can see, I don’t have a souped up, decorative place. Just the basics.”

  “So?” Alex kissed the tip of my ear. “I don’t see a problem.”

  I smiled. He knew the perfect thing to say, no matter what. I urged him to have a seat and escaped to the back. I didn’t think to straighten up my bedroom before leaving.

  I rolled my stray clothes and notebooks into my closet, 1000% sure I’d never open that door while he was there.

  As if that weren’t enough, I dropped my pants, and stuck two fingers in my bikini. Sniffing my pussy juices, I was quite wet, but I had to make sure I didn’t have any unsavory fragrance. Not that I hadn’t showered. I had a nice long, thorough one before I left. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t smell too pungent for my soulmate. I slipped in the bathroom to lightly wipe away all the excess wetness. I was almost sloppy wet and it was a little too much, even for me.

  Five minutes later, I tapped Alex on the shoulder. “I’m ready.”

  My mattress was laid on the floor, something else I was slightly embarrassed by, as I couldn’t afford a bed frame. Yet, he laid down on the mattress, making himself at home without a single complaint or comment.

  “Babe, do you need the light on?” He asked.

  “Why?”

  He sprawled along the right side of my mattress on his tummy. “I don’t want a back massage anymore.”

  My brows furrowed. He wanted a back massage before. “What do you want then?”

  His hazel eyes met mine, deepened with affection. “I just want to lay here, and talk to you.”

  My heart warmed. “No need for a light then.”

  I flipped the light off before crawling onto my tummy, meeting him on the bed. Alex inched himself toward me, and pulled our bodies close together.

  The masculine scent of his cologne embraced me once again as he adjusted his thick arms to wrap them around me.

  Our legs intertwined when he pushed one of his between mine. We were wrapped up and twisted into each other like an erotic caduceus.

  Alex’s touch felt so natural, so effortless. I melted into him like butter on a biscuit, fitting perfectly in his arms like a cold hand freshly slipped inside of a warm cashmere glove.

  Silence filled the room.

  “I’m not a super talkative person,” I apologize, my voice relaxed.

  “You’re good, though, right??” He asked, his voice low, almost sleepy.

  “Yes.”

  His arms squeezed around me tightly. “That’s all that matters, babe.”

  Chapter Eight

  Misha

  I breathed in every part of the moment resting in his arms. Alex never spoke. He only squeezed my tummy, swirling his finger around my belly ring, and caressing my skin with swirly finger movements.

  “You still awake?” He whispered.

  “Yes.”

  His strong fingers tilted my chin. I felt the weight of the mattress shift as he sat up, leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek. It was gentle, careful, calculating, as if he were aware that he only had one opportunity to make it perfect.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. He laid back down and gripped me closer. My pussy melted. I didn’t dare reach into my panties and see how wet I was. I knew I’d soak the mattress if I didn’t still have my pants on.

  Yes, my pants.

  We were in bed, cuddling, intertwined, and fully clothed.

  He held me like he’d waited his entire life to do this.

  I couldn’t believe we felt so right. So perfect. And I was so relaxed from the soft snores that eventually came from his body that I continued to melt into him, becoming one with his protective energy as I too fell
asleep.

  Our solitude was impregnated with a level of peace that gave birth to a night of lovemaking I would never forget.

  I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but at some point I must’ve stirred from sleep. Alex, keenly aware of my movement, cleared his throat lightly. His thumb swiped an exposed piece of flesh on my hip and I giggled.

  “You ticklish, baby?”

  “No.” Giggles exposed my deception.

  “Aha. Where else are you ticklish?” He demanded. I denied him the information he wanted and continued to giggle instead.

  He swiped his fingers over the sensitive bend in my hip, eliciting more chuckles. His hands caressed my soft skin, oiled with white musk and gardenia, as he began to kiss on my neck.

  “Tell me where your spots are, love.”

  “Un uh,” I whispered. “Why would I make it easy for you?”

  I was a challenge, even in the middle of the night.

  “Fine. I’ll find them myself.” He started kissing on my neck, eliciting moans of protest from me. I didn’t want him to stop; I just didn’t to lose so easily. But as his gifted lips moved their way down my body, I inched closer and closer to surrender.

  His expertly his hand slid along the waistline of my jeans and unbuttoned them with one hand. Pulling them off my hips - and my assistance - he murmured, “I need to taste you.”

  I needed him to taste me too.

  Alex kissed my tingling pussy through my panties, and growled, revealing primal desire for me.

  “You’ve got me so fucking hard.” He pulled my hand onto his cock. I gasped. That thick anaconda was thicker and longer than I expected, even though I’d already seen pictures of it.

  “Oh god.” I moaned, both in fear and awe. “Why are you so big?”