Chapter three

Noah’s POV:

We stumbled into my apartment, bodies pressed against one another and mouths melting into each other as we knocked over everything on our way to the bedroom.

“I want more,” Stacey moaned, and I felt her hand graze over my hard cock through my pants.

She wants you. I smiled.

 I wanted more too. The sensation of her touch was maddening, like a drug one couldn’t help but get addicted to. I had never felt anything like that ever before and I didn’t want it to end.

My hand moved up her back to the zipper of her dress, which hugged her curves perfectly. But I craved to see those curves without any barrier. In one swift swipe, I pulled down the zip.

The red dress fell to the floor, and the only thing that stood between me and heaven’s gate was her black underwear.

I moved to unhook her bra, but she stretched her hand to stop me. “Let me,” her hand went up to the elastic black band of the bra over her shoulder, and she dragged it down.

I sat on the bed, watching this gorgeous woman I’ve had a crush on since my first day in college strip in front of me. I’ve had countless wet dreams about this very day, and a part of me still thought this was one of those dreams. 

If this was a dream, never wake me up. 

Mrs Smith finally took off the bra and her round full breast bounced out. It jiggled with every step she took towards where I sat on the bed, calling out to me like a siren to squeeze them and swallow them whole. 

She knelt down in front of me and unhooked the button on my pants. “Is it true what they say about Black men having big dicks?” She asked, looking up at me with passion.

My mouth curved. “Why do you pull it out and find out for yourself?”

Like a diligent soldier following a command, she dug her hand inside my pants and pulled out my 9-inch cock.

She gasped when she saw the long length staring right at her, rising and falling, as if seeking for attention. She held it with both hands and wrapped her soft lips around the top.

“It’s so big,” she gagged with her mouth full. “I’m not sure my mouth can take it.”

I looked down on her. “Don’t worry, just start slow.”

She put my cock back in her mouth, slobbering the top and slowly swallowing more of my length. “Fuck,” I growled as she slugged down deeper.

By now her eyes were watering, and she shot her head back to breathe in some air. On cue I stood up, carrying her with me, and then took off her black undies, tossing it to the ground. 

I turned around and made her fall onto the queen-sized bed. Slowly, I crawled up the bed and lay by her side. I took her hard nipple in my mouth, and my middle finger found her wet clit.

“Oh yes!” Her breath was hot as I stroked her pussy, stretching it to take my cock. When I felt satisfied, I switched my finger with my hard cock and slowly started moving my hips back and forth, just like my fingers did.

“You like that?” I said softly into her ear. 

“Yes!…Yes!!” She whimpered in reply, digging her hand into my hair as I increased the pace.

“Your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” my hips moved in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you’re so hot Mrs Smith.” 

“Stacey. Call me Stacey.” She instructed. “You’re so hot Stacey.”

“Yes fuck me!” she cried, her nails digging into my back skin. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head; every stroke of my cock making her full body vibrate. Just the look of how much she was loving it made me want to burst.

“I’m…I’m coming.” I growled, reached my limit. “Me too.” She sniffed, as we both climaxed.

I dropped to the side of the bed, heaving a deep sigh. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Her voice came out breathless and groggy as her eyes dimmed. “Same here.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around her before surrendering to the darkness.

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I woke up the next morning, feeling unlimited ecstasy from last night's amazing sex, but when I turned around, I saw that I was the only one on the bed. 

I blinked in shock. “Was it all actually a dream?” 

No. It wasn’t. It was real. Miss Stacey was here last night and that otherworldly sex was definitely not just in my mind. 

Right?

I wasn’t so sure now. Looking around there wasn’t a single evidence to suggest that anyone else was here last night. Maybe It was the alcohol from yesterday that got me imagining things.

“Fuck!” I cursed in disappointment.

I needed a cold shower to wash away my hangover. To wash away the illusion of what I thought happened last night which was still replaying in my head.

Unfortunately, the shower did nothing to erase the pictures playing in my head. The taste of her hard nipple in my mouth, the sensation of her warm mouth around my hard cock and even the sound of her moaning as I stroked her pussy was all I could think of. They all felt very real.

The sound of my phone ringing cut through my thoughts, pulling me back into my surroundings. I picked up after the second ring. “Hello Dad,”

The deep masculine voice answered from the other end. “Come home tonight. We’re having dinner with Sophia’s family. I don’t need to tell you how important that is.” He ended the call.

My hand rolled into a fist and I threw my phone to the ground. Another dinner where my father displayed me as a commodity to people with connections with the National(NBA), as if my skills on the basketball court wasn’t enough. 

I should be used to my father treating me as only a means to achieve his own dreams and a financial system to fall back to, but sometimes I still found myself wishing he could treat me as just his son. That he would call, and the first thing he would say wouldn’t be a self-serving request but actually, ‘Good morning, son.’ That wouldn’t kill him.

My phone rolled across the floor and then came to a stop at the edge of the bed. I moved to retrieve it when my eyes caught hold of something under the bed.

I dragged it out to see a black undie. A very familiar one at that. “Where did this come from?”

Suddenly it clicked who this belonged to. I remembered pulling down the fabric and tossing it to the floor. My eyes lit up at the confirmation that what happened last night wasn’t a dream. It was real.

A sinister smile crept up my face as I placed the black undie inside the bag I was taking to school today. “It’s time to find out just how much my professor remembers from last night.”