Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
His cock, thick, long, standing proudly like it had been carved from stone.
“Shit,” he muttered, snatching up a bundle of clothes he must have dropped. “I’m so sorry. Please… don’t tell boss.”
And just like that, he bolted toward the small servant quarters tucked near the gate.
I blinked, my heart still racing. The gateman? That’s who he was? I had heard rumors before that black men had this mysterious energy when it came to sex, an untamed stamina that white men whispered about but never admitted. Seeing that massive cock up close, I knew it wasn’t a rumor.