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"Damn."

He thrusted with ease and she drug her nails across his back. He was so thick. So big.

"Fuck..." He pulled out with heavy breaths.

Her eyes fleeted open. "What?"

She hoped he didn't cum already.

"Nothing...I just didn't expect you to be this tight." He licked his lips, rubbing his manhood. She gasped out another moan as he slid himself inside again. His mouth engulfed hers and they kissed passionately, as he thrusted in a slow pace. He took his time, blessing her with long, languid strokes, only arousing hot pleasure through her moist haven. She was more than grateful. She knew for certain, her body wouldn't be able to handle any rough pounding right now. Her sleek muscles snugged him each time he slid inside, only drawing out groans of pleasure from his lips.

With a deep breath, he pulled out and lifted himself up. Knelt on the bed, he placed her thigh over his shoulder and thrusted again. With a gasp, she gripped the sheets. Shit. She didn't expect that. His lust smoldered eyes pierced hers as he fucked her with such dominance only subduing her to his every control. Each addictive stroke deeper than the last.

"Shittt...." she quivered.

She almost felt him in her chest.

"Cam, wait..." She panted, scraping her nails across his abs.

"What?" His husky tone slipped his lips.

"You're too deep..."

"Whatchu can't handle it? Huh, Ms. Boss?"

She couldn't even retort back at his smart comment. All she could do was quiver, moan, and scream as he propelled her to another world of pleasurable pain. Even as she would place a hand on his chest, begging him to ease up, he swapped her hand away arrogantly, not once stopping his rhythm. He lifted her other thigh, wrapping both of her legs around his neck and leaned forward with his elbows buried into the mattress. He thrusted and she gasped at his depth.

"You know what ya problem is?" He grunted out, pinning her restless hands above her head. "You always wanna be in control...."

His strokes were so unforgiving as he delved every inch of his thick flesh inside of her. Her body trembled with electrifying jolts as he hit forbidden spots she didn't even know existed till now. Each time he would pull back, he'd wait for her to beg. To cry out to him to please her once again. And she did. Her body craved for him in a way she didn't know was ever possible. She didn't know what it was like to ever need a man like this. She was another person. A slave to his every touch.

The sudden build of heated pressure formed at the pit of her gut and she panted, treading closer to paradise. His grip on her wrists tightened, as he quickened his pace. He went even deeper, sending her higher and higher with each erotic thrust. Her body trembled as a tingling rush surged through her veins. A sudden odd feeling erupted in her cervix. Almost as though she needed to urinate.

"I know you feel it, baby. Cum for me." He demanded, vigorously.

The pressure within her loins deepened as he plunged without mercy. She tried to suppress it, the insurmountable feeling too much for her body to withstand.

“C-Cam…” She quivered.

"Don't even think about holdin' back, you hear me? I ain't fucking playing..." he warned.

She kept trying to hold it in. Afraid of what would happen if she didn't. She never felt like this before. As though feeling her resistance, he kept going, demanding her to let it go. Within moments, she bellowed at a scream as her juices spurted through her viciously. Her legs trembled as her body writhed in the bed. Everything around her had stopped, as she transcended into another stratosphere. The pleasure so powerful. She squirmed and he held her firmly to restrain her.

When she finally descended, she gasped for breaths, tears filling her eyes. Her body swarmed with so many different emotions she didn't expect to feel all at once. He wiped her tears. She felt so vulnerable...and exhausted. Too fatigued to open her eyes, she laid there, basking in the intense afterglow that warmed her body.

He whispered something under his breath, kissing her neck. Before she could even make out those words, she had already drifted off to sleep.

Reese woke up out of breath, her womanhood throbbing with arousal. She turned over in the mattress, shaming herself for having another sexual fantasy about him. It felt so vivid. So intense. So real. She could've sworn it had actually happened. Ugh. Another unfulfilled night in a row. Why couldn't she stop dreaming of his ass?

When she met the sudden beaming rays, she squinted from the glare. She lifted herself up, taken aback by the view of skyscrapers through the expansive window. Confused, she peered around the unfamiliar room. The cherry wood furniture, the plasma screen TV, the Muhammed Ali painting hung up on the grey painted walls, the king sized bed beneath her naked body covered in the gold silk sheets. And the reality struck her in that moment.

It wasn't a dream.

It had actually happened.

Oh god.

What did she do? What did she do?!?

Reese hopped out of bed and searched for her clothes. She needed to get out of here. The last thing she needed was for Cameron to catch her like this and—

"Morning."

Shit!

She instantly kicked herself for being in such a position at the most inappropriate time. Bent over, ass out, with her head tucked under the bed. He mumbled 'damn' under his breath, and she huffed, standing up. She faced him, only to choke on her own breath at the gorgeous sight. There he stood, in front of the steaming bathroom, clad in nothing but the towel around his waist. His muscular body couldn't be any more tempting as droplets of water ran down his sculpted frame.

"Looking for something?"

She blinked away, crossing her arms over her aroused breasts.

"My clothes." She cleared her throat.

"Oh, they're over there." He hitched his chin to the side. She turned her head to find her clothes draped over the leather bench. Great. Why didn't she notice that?

She walked across the room and grabbed her clothes.

"Everything okay?" he asked hesitantly.

She nodded.

"You sure?"

"Yes. Excuse me." She brushed passed him and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She leaned her back against it. What had she done? She couldn't believe she allowed herself to sleep with him. All those times she looked down on women who slept with athletes with no ounce of discretion...now look at her. 

But even despite her shame, it didn't stop her heated arousal at the vivid thought of last night. She had never experienced something so...electrifying. He explored her body in ways she never thought was possible. He knew just where to touch. To kiss. To lick. To stroke. He had been so sexually in tuned with her body, she could've never fathomed the type of pleasure she experienced last night. She shivered at the thought. Damn. Now, it all made sense as to why women flocked to him the way they did. The rumors had been true. Cameron Lewis could definitely put it down in the bedroom.

She quickly erased her thoughts. It didn't matter. Because, that was the last time she would ever degrade herself like that again. She began putting on her clothes. It disgusted her to put on her dirty panties from last night. The material still stained from her arousal. She wondered if this was how those whores felt the next morning as they prepared their walk of shame.

Never again.

Reese looked at her reflection. She grimaced. She looked a hot mess. She smoothed out her ruffled tresses, then wiped the dry crust at the corner of her eyes. And her breath. Atrocious. She goggled her mouth with Listerine, then washed her face. After freshening up, she left the bathroom to find Cameron nowhere in sight. And she was thankful for that. She didn't want to face him again. She just wanted to grab her things and leave.

Reese picked up her heels and purse, then walked down the stairs. Much to her luck, she found Cameron in the kitchen, shirtless. Dressed in his basketball shorts and sneakers, his beautiful body brought her back to memory of last night, when he unforgivably had her arms around her as he—

He turned to her, and she blinked away.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"No."

As if on cue, her stomach growled like a restless beast, bellowing at her to feed it. She shifted with discomfort.

A smirk curled his lips. "I heard that."

She rolled her eyes.

"Aye, I got whatever you need. Eggs, pancakes, cereal. Your choice."

"I'm fine."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, and continued preparing his shake in the blender. Judging by his sports attire and Nike duffle bag on the counter, he was probably on his way to the gym. With a sigh, she gnawed her lip, contemplating on how to approach the big elephant in the room she had been so desperately trying to avoid.

"Last night was a mistake."

Without a word, he poured the shake into his bottle.

"I don't usually partake in such uh, indiscretions. It was very unlike me to do so, and I shouldn't have allowed myself to get carried away with you. I just need you to know, that it's never,
ever
, going to happen again."

"Just like I thought."

"What?"

"You'd wake up with regret. Not surprised."

"Yes, I do regret it. I regret degrading myself the way I did with you."

"Degrading yourself?" He chortled. "How?"

"Do I even need to rehash what happened last night? I behaved like those trashy whores you sleep with on a regular basis."

"No, you finally got some dick like you needed."

She blinked, appalled.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me." He pressed his palms against the island, staring at her.

"I can't believe you just said that."

"Don't act like it ain't the truth. The way ya uptight ass been all this time, you needed the dick."

She couldn't believe his words. Son of a bitch.

"No, what I need is to scrub myself clean of your disgusting ass. Who knows what you have? Probably a whole bunch of STD's from your slew of whores."

"Yet you slept with me."

"Yes, I did. And that's one mistake I'll never forgive myself for."

He grinned, shaking his head. "No wonder you don't have a man."

She gasped. "Excuse me?"

"Only a fool would put up with your difficult ass on a regular basis without losing his mind."

His words rendered her speechless. Shocked, she swallowed the tightness in her throat as they held each other's stare. She turned away, grabbing her stuff.

"Go to fucking hell." She stormed out of his apartment.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm actually surprised you called."

Reese understood his skepticism. She didn't expect to call Lawrence back either. But after days of contemplating, she finally changed her mind and agreed to go on a date with him.

He had taken her to the city to see the Broadway show,
The Color Purple
. It had always been her dream to see it live, and just like she expected, she enjoyed every bit of it. The show was entertaining, and worth every bit of the rave reviews it had received.

They were now dining at a sea food restaurant in Midtown Manhattan. The exquisite restaurant served the most delicious meals with topnotch service. Reese had ordered a dish of freshly cooked calamari, with chopped peppers and lettuce, with a side of white wine. The price of course was ridiculously high. But Lawrence had no qualms about paying, instead, encouraging her to order as much as she wanted. She still used her discretion anyway. She just could never get used to another man paying for her meals.

"So, what made you decide to do so?" he asked on.

"I figured it was time for me to start getting back into the dating scene," she admitted honestly.

"Well, I'm happy you did. I've been waiting on this moment for a really long time. You don't know how long I've been interested."

She forced a smile, digging in her food. She almost asked him about his ex-wife, whom he divorced not even less than a month ago, but refrained. She decided not to be too combative tonight. She figured it was best to let things flow. But the truth was, Lawrence was as stiff as a wooden board. The whole dinner had been filled with nothing but dry conversations, with him talking nonstop about his career in politics. That might've charmed the pants off of many women. But it did nothing but bore her.

As the night progressed, she came to the conclusion that she and Lawrence just weren't the right fit. At all. Nice guy. A gentlemen. But, not for her.

"So, how'd you enjoy the evening?" he asked, as they approached her front door.

"It was nice."

"Well, when can I see you again?"

"I'll let you know." She pulled out her keys from her purse.

"Alright, I'll be waiting. You have a good night." He gave her a hug, and she almost choked on the overpowering scent of his cologne. That was another thing that had been bothering her all night. That god awful cologne. She hated when men wore too much. What was the damn point? To kill women with the smell?

Before she could pull away, his lips collided with hers. She stood there. She should've pushed him away, but...there was just something she needed to figure out. It had been bugging her all night.

She kissed him back, inviting his tongue as it slipped in her mouth. His lips were nice and soft, just like they appeared. But the rhythm was off. She waited for some type of spark. Something. Anything.

But felt nothing.

Reese pulled away. He smiled, brushing her bang from her face with the stroke of his fingers.

"You take care," he said softly.

She forced a smile. "You too."

They said their goodbyes then she entered her home. She let out a sigh and turned on the light. Well, that was a letdown. Another date she would have to cross off her list.

She entered her room and plopped down on her bed. So many nights it pained her to come home to an empty bed. As much as she convinced herself she wasn't ready for a relationship right now, there were times like these she longed painfully for it. She couldn't help but wonder if this would be it for her. To live life alone.

Reese slipped off her heels then unzipped her black cocktail dress. The sudden ring of her phone caught her attention, and she spun around, picking up it up from her bed.

Much to her surprise, it was Cameron. She ignored it.

They hadn't spoken since she cussed him out a week ago. And if it was up to her, they would never speak again. Fuck him.

She let it ring. When it finally stopped, she continued stripping off her clothes.

She heard a sound, indicating that a text message had been received, and she looked at the screen.

It was Cameron...again.

She opened it up to see a picture of the Loony Toons cartoon, Pepe Lew Pew kissing his love Penelope, with hearts around them. Her face warmed, as she fought a smile. What was it with this man and cartoons? What was he, five?

Shaking her head, she called him back.

"Sup beautiful."

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Cameron?"

"Just thinking about you."

"Is that right?" She forced a dry tone.

"Yeah, I just wanna apologize for the things I said the other day. I was foul for that."

"Yeah, you were."

"Well, I was hoping we could be friends again, if that's cool with you."

"Friends? We were never friends, Cameron."

"Iight, well business partners, acquaintances. Whatever you wanna call it."

She sighed. "Fine, I guess."             

Only because it was never wise to have bad blood with a person she was in business with.

"So, whatchu doing right now?"

She sat on her bed. "Why?"

"You should come over."

She glanced at her alarm clock. "It's 2:30. What reason would I have, to be over at your house this time of the night?"

"I got a few things in mind."

She should've hung up the phone. What did he take her as? Some type of booty call?

As offended as she should've been, that didn't stop the burning temptation to give in. The truth was, she had been horny all week. With her heart pounding and pulse between her legs racing like a runner in a damn marathon just at the mere thought of their night together, it had been unbearable. And she blamed him. She hadn't felt such a deep urge to be fucked since...ever.

"I'm not some type of booty call." She crossed her legs.

"Who said you were?

"You calling me at two in the morning, implies it."

He chortled. "Look, I just wanna spend time with you. That's all."

She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what that meant.

"Well, I'm not driving all the way over there."

"I'll pick you up."

*

"Ah...fuck me!" Reese moaned, biting the sheets.

"Nah, I don't think you want it."

"I do..."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yess..."

"Iight, let me see how much then. Get yo ass over here and take this dick."

He gripped her hips and plunged himself deep inside of her moist walls, as she cried out in pleasure. There was nothing sexier than hearing her bossy ass beg for the dick. That strong, independent act could only last for so long. He was the man. He was the one in charge. And no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, he knew how to dominate her in ways that would have her subduing to his every control.

He picked up her leg, thrusting deeper from behind. Her hot, wet tightness almost made him cum on the spot. He tried so much to keep control. It was almost as if her pussy was made just for him. Her sleek haven snugged him so perfectly. Curving to the shape of his dick. When she began to fidget restlessly, he knew she was about to orgasm. He quickened his pace, demanding her to cum for him. He wanted her to squirt just like last time. That shit drove him wild.

She screamed out as juices squirted through her.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Let it all out, girl." He pulled out and licked her walls, thirstily swallowing her juices. He jerked his manhood as he drank her, also cumming as well.

When he licked every last drop, he pulled back, watching as she collapsed on the bed. He nodded, satisfied.

A job well done.

He removed his condom and plopped himself on the bed, also out of breath.

"God, I needed that..." She whispered, running her fingers through her wild strands of hair.

He smirked. Bet she did.

"I'm telling you, baby. Vitamin D could be the remedy to all your problems."

"What?" She turned to him, confused.

"Vitamin D." He grasped his manhood with a devious smile. When she finally understood, she rolled her eyes, turning away.

“Shut up.”

"I'm serious. Look how relaxed you are. Just before I picked you up, you had a grumpy ass look on your face."

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah, you did. Walking around lookin' like Oscar the Grouch and shit."

"Fuck you.” She slapped his arm with a smile and he laughed.

"I'm just saying, it's true."

"Look I wasn't mad, alright. I just had a very...underwhelming night. That's it."

"Why, what happened?" He walked to his dresser for his box of Cuban cigars. He offered her one and she nodded. He sat next to her, handing her one.

"I went on a date."

"And how'd that go?" He asked, lighting it up for her.

She took a puff of the cigar. "I mean, it was nice I guess. We went to a Broadway show then we had dinner afterwards. But...I don't know. There was no chemistry between us. No spark. Nothing."

"I always hear women talk about that. The spark. The spark. What is that?" He asked, lighting his own cigar.

"It's that unexplainable thing you feel with a person. A certain energy that you can't explain, or outwardly pin point. But when it's there, you know it."

He licked his lips, staring at her. "So, what about me and you? We got a spark?"

She laughed. "Please. We don't have anything. Speaking of which, I shouldn't even be here in the first place."

"Why not?"

"Because, I said I wouldn't sleep with you. And again, I went back on my word."

"What's the big deal? You think that makes you a hoe or something?"

"You don't think it does?"

"No," he said honestly.

"What makes what we're doing, any different from what you do with the rest of your groupies?"

"The fact that you're even here in my apartment."

"And?"

"I don't bring bitches to my apartment. Period. I know the difference between a real woman and a hoe. And just because we're sleeping together doesn't make you one."

For a while, they held each other's gaze. She looked away, taking a toke.

"You gotta learn to live for you, sweetheart. Fuck what society thinks."

"Cute." She rolled her eyes, turning to the nightstand. She then paused. "Oh you can't be serious."

"What?"

She placed her cigar in the astray, then picked up the magazine under the small pile of books. She showed it to him. "Really?"

He glanced at the cover of the newly printed, CROWN, July 2014 edition, feeling proud. He was well pleased with the cover. The chief editor displayed his favorite shot of himself, shirtless with his championship belt around his waist, posing with two gorgeous models at his side. He looked like a king.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked, puzzled.

"What's
not
wrong with it? It looks trashy."

"Trashy? How?"

"Because, the girls are damn near naked."

He stared at the models dressed in their bikinis, admiring the picture.

"No, they're not. They got on their bikinis and stuff."

"Please, I could basically see their asses. Oh, and of course, they're white. Why am I not surprised?"

"Aye, I didn't pick the models. They did."

"Mhmm...sureee." She flipped open the magazine. "Let's see what you said..." She arrived at the article and skimmed the page.

He leaned back against the headboard, blowing smoke into the air.

She read his words, "I've learned not to trust anyone. Especially women, because all they want is money, fame and all the bullshit that comes with it. That's Hollywood for you. Which is why I'm gonna continue to focus on my career and be the greatest boxer I can be."

He nodded, feeling his own words. True shit.

"Wow," she commented. "So, you don't trust women?"

"Nope."

"Interesting..." She placed the magazine down.

"How can I? We all know what they really want. And it sure ain't my personality."

"Well, you're right about that."

He swung his gaze to her, picking up on that subtle jab. She gave him a smile, and all he could do was the same. Sexy ass.

"I see ya ass got jokes."

"I mean, seriously though. I don't understand you celebrity men. You guys complain about how women are gold diggers, and that they're this and that. But that's all you surround yourself with. Maybe if you men actually sought out some real women who aren't swayed by money and material things, you wouldn't have that problem."