EXTRACT FOR
Three Wild Nights
(Jane Snow)

I had felt something alright, and it wasn't just a spark.  After clearing my throat, I tried to shake my head but couldn't.  He was right, I had felt more attention from him on the dance floor than anything my husband had been able to do in the last couple of years.  I bit my lower lip as I stared into his eyes, my darker side slowly taking over me.

"What if you can't live up to your word?"  I inquired.

"Let's just say, there ain't never been an unsatisfied customer with me," he replied.

My heart pounded as I thought over his words.  As long as I kept my mouth shut, no one else would have to know.  My sister would most likely be with Rashid for the night.  My mother was watching the kids for the night, knowing that Susan and I were probably spending the entire night out.  And my husband was out, apparently a poker night at his friend's.

"Yeah?  I can see it in your eyes.  You want this...  You need this," he said as he leaned in, whispering into my ear.

His hot breath brushing by made my body tingle.  I shivered as I clenched my fists.  My crotch was red hot, my juices flooding the folds of my sex.  I couldn't help it, my head nodded on its own and Joe smiled.

"Come on, I'm only a couple blocks away," he said as he grabbed my wrist and gently pulled me along.

Each step out of the club made my heart beat faster and louder.  I wondered if Joe was able to hear it as we headed out into a silent alley.  My heels loudly tapped along the alley, echoing along the brick walls as we headed towards a high rise building.

"You live up there?"  I asked.

"Yep, you're going to love the view," he replied.

As we headed up the elevator up the tall apartments, I still couldn't believe what I was about to do.  His right hand roamed my body, sliding down my lower back, past my ass, and then under my short dress.  I gasped as I felt his hand brush up against the thin fabric of my thong, teasing the lips of my sex beneath.

"Damn, you are so fucking wet," he whispered into my ear.

The elevator doors opened and he led me down a long corridor to his room.  After fumbling around for his keys, he let me in.  I was stunned by the cleanliness of his apartment.  He had a nice, clean modern interior, all white furniture with some pictures on his beige walls.

"Wow..."  I whispered.

Before I could even examine whole place, he lifted me into the air and placed my belly on his shoulder, carrying me into his bedroom.  He tossed me on his soft, king sized bed and pulled off his shirt.  My eyes widened and I marveled at his chiseled ebony physique, mesmerized by his muscular frame.

His hands moved down to unbuckle his belt and my eyes immediately darted down towards his crotch.  His manhood was pressing against his pants, a giant tent starting from his thighs waiting to burst open.  He grinned as he pulled his belt off and unzipped his pants.

My nipples grew hard, pressing up against the tight dress.  He reached out and grabbed my hands, pulling them to the waistband of his pants and giving me a small nod.  "Go on, you release it," he ordered.

I nibbled on my lower lip as my fingers dug into his pants.  My hands trembled as I pulled down, surprised to see that he had been going commando, no underwear.  I let out an audible gasp as I saw the beginnings of his thick black rod.

"Oh my..."  I whispered as I stared at the base of his manhood, amazed by the sheer girth of it.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he replied proudly.