URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin

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pro, and when she stood up, my heart sank.
    “What happened?” I asked because I was really enjoying it. I wanted her to continue but she just moved her head side to side.
    “You act like we got all the time in the world in here.” She smiled. “It’s called a quickie for a reason.” She made her way over to the sink. I walked over to her and kissed her. I pulled her close and started to pull down her tight jeans to her knees. I slightly lifted her up on the sink and at the same time, slipped inside of her.
    She hugged me tightly as I went in and out of her. Her breathing against my neck, her digging into my back, how tight she was, all came together perfectly. She felt better than I thought. Holding on to those thick thighs and then I went to grab that ass. I squeezed and then smacked it. She shook her head saying that I shouldn’t do it.
    “I’m trying to keep quiet.” She told me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t get the image of her walking into that classroom for the first time. I went long and hard. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me closer. Her tits bounced in my face and stopped so I can pull them out of her shirt. I kissed one nipple and then moved to the other. I just could spend days and days on them. She was shaped so right that I was going to spoil myself with her body but when I saw the look in her eyes, I knew that time wasn’t a luxury that I had. It completely slipped my mind that we were in the bathroom at the school’s library.
    “Turn and bend over.”
    She gripped the sink as I rammed into her. Her whole body jerked and flew with my movements. She was moaning very low, but she got a little louder so she covered her mouth. She looked in the mirror and I guess the reflection of us turned her on, because I felt her juices spill out. When I noticed that she was looking right at me through the reflection, I locked eyes with her. I went harder and faster. As much as I wanted to park in this pussy, I couldn’t. I had to speed up to this orgasm as fast as I could.
    I pulled on her shoulders and dived into the pussy. She shot up and screamed. She covered her mouth again. She took her hand off.
    “You fucking me good, but you know I can’t make noise like I want to.”
    “How about next time we find a place where we can take all night.”
    “All night?”
    “Don’t let this quickie get you thinking that I’m some sort of one minute man.” I boldly told her. I wasn’t lying either.
    Just then I felt that I had to speed up. I was about to finish and I could feel her clench me. She was almost there too.
    “You almost there?” I asked.
    “Yeah baby.”
    “You gonna cum for me?” I asked. She didn’t answer instead she came and I did right after her.
    I remember that day like it was yesterday. Every now and then Ranice and I hook up. For some reason or another, we never dated officially. it was like we were always going to be friends with benefits, and that worked well for the both of us. Between my legal and illegal life, I was too busy to bother myself with females. Ranice was an up-and-coming entertainment news reporter. She was now getting gigs on big entertainment news stations. It was only a matter of time before she became a regular on the shows. She didn’t have time for relationships either. Every time she did, she would tell me about it and be excited. Then about a month or so later she’ll call and say that it went away. And this has been going on for years.
    What was good about this arrangement is that when I had events to go to, or even if she had events to go to, we’d be each other’s backup dates. We would go out, show our faces at events, and then go somewhere and have sex. It was a great routine that we had.
    “What’s going on beautiful?” I said right after she picked up the call.
    “What’s going on Jammy Jam?” She teased me. She was the only one that called me that.
    “Nothing much. You know the same old regular thing.”
    “How’s the marketing

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