Paying the Hunky Black Stud (Hot Wife Pays the Rent 2) by Deana Michaels

Author:Deana Michaels
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Naughty Ladies Publications
Published: 2022-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

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For the next three days, all I could think about was next month. For the first to arrive so I could have an excuse to be fucked by him. I found myself going to the gym every day just in the hopes that he would see me and want to fuck me.

Since we had saved some money, I bought a new gym outfit. A tight pair of yoga pants and a black sports bra. I wore a thong and that was it. I put my blonde hair in a pigtail and would head down to the gym to sweat for a while.

As I was on the exercise bike or the treadmill or the elliptical, all I could think about was Anton pounding my cunt again and again and again. I just wanted him ramming that big, Black dick into my pussy so I could come home and surprise my husband.

Just walk in and say, “Honey, Anton demanded another payment. I'm full of all his cum. You have to lick me clean!”

Those depraved fantasies burned through me when I was exercising. When I was cleaning the house or being a mom. At night, my husband would fuck me hard while whispering all the things he wanted Anton to do to me.

I came, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't what I needed.

My husband just didn't have the big dick that my pussy craved. I hungered for a mighty shaft to fuck me with force. I wanted to squeal out in delight and cum so hard on his big dick. I ached to have all that dick in me.

It would be perfect.

Today, I headed down to exercise like I had the last three mornings. I passed Anton's manager's door. It was shut. I wanted to knock, but... I held back. I wanted it to be an accident. Not staged. Just Anton seeing me and having to fuck me right on the spot.

That was what I craved.

So I headed into the gym.

I worked up a sweat. My big boobs bounced in my sports bra. Other guys were checking me out, but none of them were Black. None of them were hung. They smiled at me. I just ignored them, ghosting them as I listened to music.

Not an audiobook like I used to. I couldn't focus on the words when I was thinking about getting nailed by Anton. I just imagined him bursting in and fucking me over and over again. That would be just awesome.

I finished and headed back to my apartment, dripping in sweat and feeling so pumped. I strode past his door, sighing that he didn't run into me. I was almost to the elevator when it dinged. The door opened. Anton stepped out.

He saw me and grinned. “Mrs. Murphy. My, my, look at you.”

“Look at me,” I said as he stepped back in. “You're not getting out.”

“Just remembered there was something I had to fix,” he said.

I shuddered. Was he coming up to my apartment to fuck me? I stepped in and hit my floor.

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