Same Time Next Week (Ch 42)
Welcome back to my first serial on Substack, a tantalizing tale of a former pop star and a mysterious, reclusive Afro-Latina.
This chapter is NSFW. I recommend saving this for after dark, grabbing a beverage and settling in for 42 and 43.
xoxo
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Shelby was entirely confusing and yet captivating. Frustrating but endearing and sexy and wonderful but so fucking mysterious. She drove him crazy, both his mind and his heart. And throw his dick in there, too. He only had to think about her before it started to suck all the blood from his body and sense from his mind.
He should have left. In the end, he didn't and he was happy about that, because no sooner had they hit the bedroom than Shelby was on the attack, pushing him up against the wall, tearing the towels from his waist and hers, stretching up on her toes to meet his lips and kissing him, hard. To make matters worse...or... better, she cocked one leg up on his hip and ground herself against him.
When he could get a lip free and take a breath, he pulled back to take in the view of her. She was stunning in that swim suit. It hit her in every right place and oh, there were so many right places… from the swell of her breasts to her slender waist to her womanly hips and perfectly round ass sitting on top of legs he had only dreamed about before.
So yeah, he didn't leave.