One Wild Night 2 E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Susan and her sister Sarah decide to celebrate at a night club.  It's Susan's birthday and she hasn't been out with her older sister in a long time.  The two go to a nearby club and begin to enjoy the night.

As the two dance through the night, they run into a couple of large, muscular, handsome black men, Joe and Rashid.  Joe gets close to Sarah while Rashid introduces himself to Susan.  Susan wants to keep her birthday party going through the night and decides to go out on a wild night with Rashid.

Susan lets her older sister know and heads out with Rashid.  The two head off to a nearby penthouse overlooking the city.  Susan's never been with a black man and when she pulls down his sexy boxer briefs, she learns that she's been missing out on some large... methods of having pleasure.

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One Wild Night 2

By Jane Snow

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Title Page

One Wild Night 2 (Three Wild Nights, #2)

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The bartender slid two drinks over and I smiled at him.  I placed a couple of dollars in the tip jar and made my way back to my sister.  She and Joe seemed to be having a good time dancing in the crowd.  Joe towered above my sister’s much smaller frame and the colors of their skin contrasted greatly.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind me.

I turned and smiled.  “Hey yourself Rashid.  I went to get Sarah a drink.”

“I don’t think she wants to be interrupted over there,” Rashid replied as he looked over at my sister.

I turned and watched my sister rubbing her butt against Joe’s crotch.  “Oh jeez, I need to go stop her,” I said as I handed Rashid one of the drinks.  “Hold this please.”

“What?  Oh come on, let them dance,” Rashid replied as he gently wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around.

“But she’s married!”

“It’s just dancing.  She’s a grown woman who can make her own choices.  Come on, dance with me,” Rashid replied.

I glanced back at my sister, concerned but knew that Rashid was right.  In fact, Sarah was the more level headed between us.  She was the one who had settled down, had kids and moved out to the suburbs. 

“So Joe, he’s a good guy?”  I inquired.

“Yeah, the best.  He’s always got my back.  Don’t worry about it, he’s my wingman, he’ll take your sister home safely,” Rashid assured.

My sister and I had just met Rashid and Joe while dancing in the club we were currently in.  I wanted to take Sarah out on my birthday instead of going crazy with some close friends like previous years.  As luck would have it, we were barely in the club when Rashid and Joe stopped by and chatted it up.

Both of them were large, well built black men, most likely athletes of some sort.  In fact, Rashid looked extremely familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.  Both of them proved to be funny and charming.

“So?  Come on, let’s dance too,” Rashid suggested.

“Mm... okay, fine,” I answered as I headed to the dance floor with him.

Like my sister, I was smaller framed, and I was even shorter than her.  My open toed heels added a couple of inches but still, Rashid easily towered over me.  And with his wide, muscular chest, he looked like a giant beast next to me.  He sauntered over to the dance floor in front of me, the sea of people parting as he walked by.  No one was going to be foolish enough to get in his way.

He finally stopped in the middle of the dance floor and began to move his hips and shoulders.  I smiled and took a drink from my cup and danced along with him, swaying my own hips from side to side.  For a man his size, he was surprisingly nimble, moving like liquid as he danced.

I moved in close and spread my legs a bit, letting his thigh left leg run between them.  My short dress rode up a bit as I leaned in close, his powerful hands gripping onto my waist.  I felt something press against the upper half of my inner thigh and I glanced down to see a rod of some sort protruding above his thigh.

“What’s that, a sock?”  I laughed.

“Nah, you know what it is,” Rashid responded with a smirk.

“Oh please, that is just ridiculous,” I replied as I tapped him on the shoulder and turned my body.

My ass rubbed against his crotch and I bent forward a bit, swaying my hips back and forth.  Our lower bodies rubbed against one another and I felt the rod against his thigh press against my ass.  I wanted to reach into his pants and pull whatever it was out.  There was no way it was his manhood and it was annoying to have it constantly rub against me.

Strangely though, I felt it move and throb ever so slightly and gasped, pushing my lower body away from him and spinning to face him.  He continued to dance, moving his hips back and forth and closing the gap between us.  My eyes shot back down to his crotch and narrowed as I tried to get a better look at the object protruding from his thigh.

“What?”  He asked.

“Were you being serious about...”  I paused and pointed at his lower body.

“Of course!  You know what that is.  Trust me, it ain’t no damn sock,” Rashid replied with a huge grin.

I looked over to the side to see my sister still dancing away with Joe.  My body was starting to get hot as I couldn’t keep my eyes away from his thigh.  He closed in and spun me back around, grabbing me by the hips and rubbing his lower body against mine again.

“You don’t believe me?”  He whispered into my ear.

“Well, I mean, there’s no way,” I replied.

“You know, there’s only one way to find out,” he replied as he grabbed my left wrist and pulled it back behind me.

I gasped as he placed my hand against his lower abs, right near the waistband of his loose jeans.  His skin was hard and hot against mine.  “Go on, I’ll let you decide whether you want to go down and check,” he whispered as he released his grip and raised his arms.

My hand trembled as I contemplated on whether or not to slide it down into his jeans.  His skin was smooth to the touch as my fingers sank lower.  He was cleanly shaven down below, no trace of hair, just silky soft skin against my fingertips.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Rashid whispered, his hot breath brushing against my neck.