The King Of The South by Blake Karrington

pool table, exposing her lower lips to him as she pretended to get ready for her shot.
    “Five ball in corner pocket,” she had said to him. Before she could touch the ball with the cue stick, Carlton had slid inside her from behind. She remembered how he made her bite down on a pillow as he carried her around the room while thrusting inside of her.
    That was a year ago, and she had enjoyed every moment that she had spent with him. Her desire for him outweighed any guilt she may have felt in the beginning for sleeping with her best friend’s father. Sometimes, when Ms Yogi was around, she felt a little awkward, but Carlton had made it into such a game, that it actually felt more exciting now.
    “Turn over.” Carlton commanded.
    Imani turned over and raised her ass in the air. She felt a sharp sting. “I didn’t tell you to get on your knees, you little slut! Crawl to me.”
    Imani obeyed him and crawled to the edge of the bed. Carlton slid his rock hard member across her soft full lips. She moaned, as she looked up at Carlton. He nodded to her, giving her permission to taste him. Her full lips encircled the tip of his rod. Carlton’s head dropped back as her mouth began to slide up and down his thickness.
    “Yeah, yeah, that’s it babe!” Carlton pushed her back on the bed. His dick was shiny from her beautiful mouth massage. “Put that ass up in the air for me, sexy.”
    Imani quickly flipped over on all fours and spread her legs. She felt the tip of his dick dip inside her cavern, teasing her walls. Carlton loved her plump ass; he smacked the left cheek and watched it ripple. He separated her cheeks and watched his dick moving in and out of her hot box. Imani grabbed the sheets; Carlton’s low grunts were driving her over the edge with each thrust.
    “Oh Daddy, it feels so good.” Imani loved the way he felt inside her. She tightened and released her muscles with each thrust, causing her cream to cover his dick.
    Carlton began to pound her as he listened to her breathe and gasp when he hit his favorite spots inside of her. She bounced up and down on his rod as she pulled her nipples.
    Carlton closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride.
     
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    Sloan walked briskly down the dock. For some reason, she was mindful of how loud her heels sounded on the wood. The lake air caressed her face, which would’ve been fine, if she had not just spent an hour flat ironing her hair. King had offered to pick her up, but she decided it would be best to meet him. She had only known him a short time, and this was their official first date. Although they had spoken over the phone, met a couple of times at King’s studio, and Skyped each other in the last week, she still wasn’t comfortable with him knowing where she lived. History had taught her against giving out that type of information too early.
    “Miss Deveaux, welcome to the Lake Noria. My name is Phillip, and I will be your host this afternoon”, a short white gentleman with snow white hair said to her and extended his arm.
    Sloan smiled. She took his hand and stepped up on the boat. She could smell the scent of his after-shave as the breeze continued to gently blow. Phillip chatted politely about the menu and the weather. Sloan loved his Australian accent. He was quite the charmer, and he made her laugh with his little quips about taking her around the world if King did not behave the way he should.
    King stood as they approached the table. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek.
    “You look, umph you’re wearing that dress, and the shoe game is on point.” King said, walking around Sloan.
    She pushed him playfully and shook her head. “If that was a compliment, thank you.” Sloan said as Phillip pulled her chair out for her. “You should take notes from Phillip on how to speak to a lady.” Sloan winked at Phillip.
    King laughed. “What, you fell for that crap Phillip spews? Please, he was thinking the same thing I said to you.”
    “Yeah, but he had a lot