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  She leaned over and gave him a small kiss, keeping her mouth closed as her lips met his. He didn’t move his mouth at first, seemingly shocked. She held her face there for a moment, and he leaned into her hard, wrapping his lips around hers.

  She set her beer down on the table and climbed on top of his lap, immediately feeling his legs. He was a big guy and her legs were short, meaning her knees barely touched the couch as she straddled him. She clearly didn’t need too much control of her movement, as he started rubbing his hands up and down her body. She could tell that he was perfectly fine with her making the first move.

  It had been months since Ian had even flirted with a girl. He was skeptical about a paid relationship but having a gorgeous woman on his lap wasn’t something he was about to stop from happening.

  Sasha stood up from the couch, backing away from Ian a bit. She slowly took her shoes off, giving her the freedom to slip her jeans off as well. Once her pants were on the floor, her tight lacy bodysuit was revealed in full, as well as the black garter she had around her leg. Sasha wasn’t always sure someone would get to see her garter, but she wore it just in case. She walked over to Ian and knelt in front of him.

  She reached up and unbuttoned his pants, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He sat still, letting Sasha do all the work, opening his legs slowly to allow her to get as close as possible. As she unzipped his pants, a large bulge appeared under purple silk underpants. She rubbed it for a bit, feeling the lump grow harder under the smooth fabric. Ian let out a small moan, letting Sasha know she was doing everything exactly right.

  She didn’t want to make her hand do all the work and was excited to feel him grow inside her mouth. She pulled the top of his underwear down around his testicles, revealing one of the largest cocks she’d ever seen. She cupped his testicles, the warmth of his skin filling her hand. With her other hand, she gripped the base, getting a sense of how hard he already was. She could feel his large vein throbbing on the base, pumping the giant with blood.

  His head was perfectly pink and smooth, a welcoming sight for her wet lips. She slowly kissed his head, moving her closed mouth gently to the base. It was probably the only way her mouth would reach that part of his body. There was no way she was going to get too much of him in her mouth before he was hitting the back of her throat.

  His waist started to move toward her body, his body throbbing to feel her smooth warm tongue. She unleashed the pink beauty from her rose-colored lips, giving a wet kiss to the top of his head. She slowly let his penis spread her lips open, keeping them tight around the head. She opened her mouth wide, letting his dick slide in smooth, getting a sense of just how much she’d be able to fit. She was about three quarters of the way deep before her throat couldn’t take any more.

  She worked her mouth up and down his penis for a while, getting it nice and wet. Though she was incredibly excited to experience all of Ian, she was still nervous and could feel herself closing. He was moaning louder and louder, but she wanted to keep pleasing him while she got herself in the mind set to go all the way. She wouldn’t have long enough, as he was pulling her up, signaling he wasn’t going to last.

  “It’s okay, you can finish,” she told him, a little nervous to take his massive penis in.

  “No, I want you,” he said, extremely excited to experience the rest of her body. Her mouth almost made him black out; he had to feel the rest.

  She slowly climbed on top, taking her time to get back to the straddling position. She kissed his neck while he worked his way around her back. He found the clasp of her corset and undid it with ease, something Sasha wasn’t used to experiencing from men. He pulled her straps around her shoulders and untied the back, allowing it to fall to her waist. Her perfectly brown breasts emerged, and Ian couldn’t help but kiss them as much as possible, feeling her smooth skin across his face. He hadn’t been with any other warm body that made him feel that good, not in his memory.

  She held his head close to her chest as he kissed her breasts, getting more nervous as she felt his hard penis bumping in between her thighs. Not only was she a bit dryer than usual, but she also hadn’t taken in such a large penis before. He moved up from her breasts to her neck, sucking hard a few times before kissing her mouth again.

  He squeezed her hard and placed her on her back on the couch next to him. He slipped his shirt off and leaned over her, pulling her bodysuit off with one long arm. He kissed her neck a little bit more, and Sasha felt his penis on the tip of her clit, getting a little more excited now that their warm skin was touching so much.

  He started to push his penis inside of her, realizing only the tip was going to fit. She was starting to get wet, but not enough to take him all inside.

  “I’m sorry,” she told him, embarrassed that she was the one having performance issues.

  “It’s fine, don’t apologize,” he said, kissing her sweetly. He started kissing her neck and working his way back to her breasts. Sasha could tell that he enjoyed her chest quite a bit. He moved his hand up her leg and started softly stroking her clit, his penis bumping into her leg. He sucked on her breasts for a moment and touched between her legs gently before shifting until his head was just below her waist.

  He gave her a soft kiss on the stomach once more before beginning to suck on her clitoris, allowing her to fill with wet warmth. He was able to stick a finger into her vagina, working it back and forth slowly, being as gentle as possible. He stayed there for a bit as Sasha relaxed, feeling her legs fill with warmth. She pulled his head up, signaling she was ready for him to try to enter her once again.

  She opened her legs wide as he stood up, taking his pants all the way off. There was just each other’s bodies and the couch now, getting warmer and warmer the more they kissed. He slowly slipped his penis inside of her vagina, making it halfway in before pulling it back out.

  “Are you okay?” he asked her before slowly entering again.

  “That’s good,” she said quietly as he slid his way back inside of her. She could feel warm juices flowing now, and it was getting easier for him to move in and out of her, pushing deeper every time.

  “How’s that feel?” he asked quietly, moving faster and deeper than ever before. He let his body lay heavily on hers, creating some intense friction on her clitoris.

  “It’s perfect,” she moaned out, potentially a little too loud. She didn’t care who heard. He was hitting her in all the right spots, and she was only going to last a moment.

  “I’m not going to make it,” he said, moving harder and faster back and forth.

  “Me neither,” she said, moaning louder and louder as he moved faster.

  Just as he entered her hard all the way, she felt her insides max out, orgasming hard, vagina throbbing around his penis. He came hard too, deep inside of her, their warm fluids mixing together. He lay there for a moment, getting soft inside of her, gently kissing her neck and chest.

  Chapter3

  “Wake up, sis, we’re getting’ brunch!” Giselle’s raspy voice cracked over Sasha’s peaceful sleep. She tossed a heavy envelope onto Sasha’s stomach, forcing her to open her eyes, revealing that she had only been pretending to sleep in the hope that Giselle would walk away.

  “Ten more minutes,” Sasha whined, wanting to sleep off her headache from the dehydration brought on by last night’s drinks. They had spent some time partying on the top of the boat after a few intimate moments of post-sex cuddling. They went back to their apartment in the flats after, sleeping a good chunk of Saturday morning away.

  “Wake up! Mimosa’s at Urban Farmer. Girl, let’s gooooo!” Giselle yelled, pushing Sasha awake.

  “Okay, I’m up, I’m up. Just give me a minute,” Sasha told Giselle as she sat up from her cushy bed. Giselle left the room, giving Sasha a minute to gather herself. Her room wasn’t small, but it could certainly be a bit larger.

  She had one window on the far wall and placed her bed up against it, using the window sill as a headboard and area to displa
y her various plants. The other wall was covered in fashion sketches and different modeling shots, serving as a point of inspiration for Sasha.

  She had just moved to the city looking for more than what her poor Ohio suburb had to offer. She had recently graduated from Kent State University after studying fashion for five years. She had taken some time off after high school, so the young twenty-five-year-old was a bit behind when it came to other people her age.

  Still, she was a hard worker and was doing whatever she could to make her way to a bigger and better city. She had studied so hard in school that she didn’t have much time for a full-time job either. She was one of the best in her class but, unlike some of her peers, still hadn’t managed to land the perfect internship after graduating.

  At least moving out of her hometown was a start. The competition was tough at Kent State, and there weren’t that many opportunities for her and her fashion skills in Ohio, but she was still planning to work her way out of Cleveland. She hoped a move to the city would be a way for her to get inspired to create more.

  She wanted to have her own fashion line and dreamt of being the model for it as well. She hadn’t drawn a sketch in a while, however, unable to find any inspiration at all. She’d barely been there a month, but it was getting harder and harder to find the desire to get out of bed at all.

  Giselle knew this, so Sunday brunch was a way to help keep Sasha moving. Sasha opened the envelope that Giselle had bombarded her with earlier. There were wads of hundred-dollar bills, and Sasha realized there was five thousand dollars in the envelope. She had expected a bit of a tip since she was willing to go so far on the first date. Some sugar babies only kissed or held hands when first meeting, but Sasha couldn’t resist. Part of her admitted she would have spent the night with him for free.

  Holding that cash felt powerful, however. It was more money than she would have made working months at a minimum wage job that made her miserable. Part of her felt guilty for making money during the experience with Ian the night before. Realizing she just made money while having fun quickly helped dissolve that guilt. She threw the wads of money in the air, letting bills fly everywhere. She started laughing, unable to control her hysteria.

  She had wondered where her next month’s rent payment was going to come from, but that was no longer a concern. She picked up the cash and placed it inside a journal on her desk. She had a few hundred dollars saved up from her last job, but this amount made her feel so much better, knowing she was able to buy whatever she needed. She pulled a few wads of hundreds out and put them in her purse, figuring she could spend some of the money on treating herself that day at least.

  *****

  She felt the chill of the lake sweep over her warm skin. The smell of the lake filled her with nostalgia. It reminded her of all the times that her mother took her and her sister to the beach when they didn’t have working air conditioner on the hottest summer days. It reminded her of going on late-night adventures with her friends from work after they got off their shifts. It was hard living in Kent, as she didn’t have a beach to go to as often as she did now that she was living in Cleveland.

  Spending summer by the water was normally her priority, but Giselle had dragged her out of bed and forced her to brunch instead. They enjoyed some mimosas and a salad, not wanting to spend too much of their hard-earned money from the night before right away.

  “So, Frank says he wants me and you to go back out tonight with the two of them. What do you think?” Giselle asked.

  “I don’t know, Giselle. I don’t know if I can get into this again,” Sasha told her, feeling hesitant about seeing Ian again. Of course, she certainly had an amazing time on Frank’s yacht the night before. Still, part of her was a little anxious about continuing the relationship.

  “Frank gave me his credit card, so we can buy something nice. He wants to take us to a rooftop bar. What do you say Sasha? Don’t let me down! Frank’s really excited about seeing me tonight,” Giselle begged on the street.

  They were standing outside the restaurant. Sasha was feeling some of her mimosas from brunch and decided that she wouldn’t be hurting anyone if she agreed to a second date with Ian. She was curious to get to know him a little bit more and didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to see him again.

  “All right, but only because you know I can’t resist a shopping spree,” Sasha told Giselle.

  “I knew that’s all it took,” Giselle teased, leading Sasha away.

  *****

  They had managed to find dresses at one of the department stores on the edge of Cleveland. They had taken cabs to a few different spots around town, not worrying how much travel might cost with their cash in hand.

  There was one more place they wanted to go before heading back home to make margaritas before going out that night. Sasha had often gone window-shopping when she was feeling bored. She didn’t have a real job since moving to Cleveland, and to make sure she didn’t go stir-crazy stuck at home all the time, she went window-shopping as often as possible.

  Now that she had some cash to spare, she knew she wanted to indulge in something she had been staring at for a while. There was a leather store called Fount that Sasha was dying to head to. There was a handbag she had been wanting for a while, and now was her chance to pounce on the opportunity to get something nice for herself.

  She looked around the store for a moment, thinking that the black handbag she spent months fantasizing over was gone. Just as she had almost given up, she spotted it across the store. Luckily, it had just been moved to a mannequin. It was a simple black rectangle with a gold chain. She grabbed the crossbody bag and took it to the counter. The smooth leather felt like velvet under her fingers. She felt so powerful holding such an expensive item. This time, she was able to purchase something that pricey.

  Her hand shook as she handed over the cash, but it was all going to be worth it. It was more than a month of her rent, but it would certainly last her a lifetime. She couldn’t leave the store without purchasing the bag. Some might have thought it was a ridiculous purchase, but it was exactly what she wanted to do. As she walked out of the store, she scooped her wallet, phone, and keys out of her old purse and placed them in her new one.

  She found a trashcan on the street and decided to ditch her old bag. It was out of season, and she didn’t even remember in what second-hand store she might have discovered the sack. It wasn’t what she wanted anymore. She decided to walk for a bit before taking a cab back home. It was time to show off her new purse.

  “That bag looks like it was made for you, girl!” Giselle teased as they enjoyed the fresh summer air blowing through their hair.

  “I know, right? We are going to look so fly as we pull up to Bar 32,” Sasha told Giselle, feeling thrilled about the night ahead of them. She couldn’t wait to see Ian again, remembering what his body felt like against hers throughout the whole day she spent with Giselle. They had gotten a new ensemble, and this time Sasha would be prepared to spend the night with him, should that be what she chose to do. When Sasha had some time to dedicate to her look, no one stood a chance resisting the stunning beauty.

  *****

  They had decided to go out to Lakewood at one point, stopping for a drink at 16-Bit. It was out of their way, but Sasha was feeling frisky and wanted to play some old video games. The day was making her feel nostalgic, and she was looking for an adventure. Hopping all over the city with her best friend was exactly what she had needed. They both managed to get hit on as well, getting two different guys’ numbers at the bar before the sun even started to set. Sasha didn’t always appreciate getting hit on, but it certainly felt nice to get admired occasionally.

  They stumbled into the apartment, deciding margaritas were the perfect drink for the day. They had stopped at a liquor store and decided they just wanted to keep the party going. Margaritas would be the perfect summer drink, with a lime twist, that always made Sasha feel festive.

  “Should I make the first one a double shot?
” Giselle asked Sasha devilishly, pouring strong whiskey into the blender.

  “Is that even a real question?” Sasha responded, deciding to turn on her iPod. She had gone without listening to music for too long.

  They blasted some Rihanna, getting excited and ready to dance that night. Sasha started to sing along, belting loudly once Giselle turned on the blender. She had always had an amazing voice but lacked the ability to write her own lyrics.

  “Girl, you are so good!” Giselle shouted over the sound of grinding ice for the margaritas.

  “Don’t play with me,” Sasha said, stopping in the middle of the song to point at Giselle.

  “I’m not, I’m for real, girl. You got mad talent,” Giselle said as she poured the icy green drink into two wine glasses.

  “We should probably invest in some real margarita glasses,” Sasha said as she made her way into the kitchen next to the blender.

  “You know whatever works I’ll take. I’m not too boogie, okay?” Giselle responded, holding her glass up for a toast.

  “To Saturday night,” Sasha said, clinking her glass onto Giselle’s.

  “Saturday night!” Giselle shouted back, throwing back her margarita as fast as possible. “Brain freeze!”

  “Oh god I know, let’s just make them normal next time, not frozen,” Sasha responded. Giselle shook her brain-frozen head to show she agreed.

  “So, what was it like getting with Ian?” Giselle asked.

  “Oh, I knew you wouldn’t take any time asking me that,” Sasha responded.

  “And why would I? You’re the first one to hook up with a famous dude!” Giselle told her as they danced around the kitchen and living room.

  “Well, how do you think it was?” Sasha asked.

  “Amazing? Perfect? Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?” Giselle responded.

  “Honestly, at first, I was terrified,” Sasha told her honestly.