Posey Parks's Blog, page 4
June 12, 2019
Pleasurable Secrets Deleted Scenes
Scene 1:
At two in the morning, Zander strolled into the house. I ran
to the front door and jumped into his arms.
“I’m sorry my brother messed up our night.” I bit his
earlobe.
“You called me wolfman.”
“Baby, you’re my wolfman.”
He chuckled. “It’s time for you to ride my cock.”
“Oh yes.” I circled my naked ass in his large palms.
Zander tossed me on the bed, then shed his clothes.
His tongue grazed my stomach as he slid his T-shirt over my
breasts. He swirled his tongue around my nipple. I crushed his lips and rolled
him onto his back. Easing down his cock, I stared into his hungry eyes.
My hands rested on his pecs as I slid up and down the best
dick I ever had. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I bounced up and
down. His big hands squeezed my breasts.
Buzz, buzz.
“Who is that?” I stared at Zander.
“You know who it is. Shit, I’ll answer the door and end this
once and for all.
“Baby, no. I’m so sorry.”
Zander snatched me off his cock, placing me on my feet. “I’m
going to sleep wake me when he’s gone.” He rolled onto his side.
I sprayed my favorite perfume in the air then walked into
the cloud. Climbing into my shorts and robe, my bare feet padded across the
floor. I grabbed a few photos off the shelves and tossed them into a kitchen
drawer en route to the door.
Swinging the door open, I glared at my brother.
“Sorry, sis. I wanted to crash at your place.” He stumbled
inside.
“I’ll help you into the guest room.”
He sniffed my neck.
“Hayden, what are you doing?”
“You smell good.” He chuckled.
“You’ll feel better in the morning, Hayden.” He fell onto
the bed. His mouth hung open, snoring.
I snatched off his shoes, jeans, and threw the sheet over
him. Closing the door behind me, I padded down the hall to my bedroom.
Zander was snoring too. I locked the door, shed my robe and
nuzzled into his big strong chest.
Scene 2:
Slowly, I became my dad. Most of my time was spent orchestrating new deals or sketching in my state-of-the-art home office.
I was acting Chief Executive Officer of our family firm, TM
Architecture. Owen didn’t mind being second in command as the Chief Operating
Officer.
My father assisted Owen and I. We designed half the skyline
in downtown Atlanta.
Our lives changed in an instant. Hayden graduated from
college and the war began. Vicky and Hayden fought for years to become the CEO
of Gaster Enterprises. She and I traveled for work, rarely spending quality
time together. Our work helped us avoid the elephant looming its huge head over
our relationship. Hayden.
Probably should have told Vicky to let him have the company,
so we could enjoy our life. Instead, I was swallowed into my family’s business
too.
Hayden’s cousin Bryce decided it would be cool to take him
out to a strip club for his twenty-fifth birthday. Not just any strip club. The
best strip club in all of Atlanta, Make It Rain.
Alex and Troy were down to hang.
We sat in V.I.P. The disco strobe lights flashed across the
room and the music blared through the speakers.
Bryce paid ten stacks to have a stripper dance for Hayden.
To say Hayden was awe struck was a fucking understatement. The stripper led
Hayden into a private room. Strippers clapped their asses in our faces. We
poured hundred-dollar bills over their bodies.
Secretly, I was texting my woman.
“Vicky, I miss you.
I’ll fly out to Cali to see you.”
Vicky oversaw the L.A. office, lately. The distance between
us was gnawing at my nerves.
“No, baby. Don’t do
that. I’ll never get any work done.”
“We are at the strip
club celebrating your brother’s birthday.”
“Whose idea was that?”
“Bryce.”
“My cousin practically
lives at the strip club. I’m not surprised.”
“Flash your tits then
send me a video of you playing with your pussy. Baby, I’m horny.”
“You better not fuck a
stripper, Zander!”
“What the fuck?” I huffed aloud.
“Your brother’s birthday?” Troy gasped over my shoulder.
I pressed the side button on my cell, locking the screen.
“Troy, mind your fucking business!” I yelled in his ear.
“Dude, I thought, you and Hayden worked out your differences
and you agreed not to talk to you know who.”
“I didn’t agree to shit. I told him we’d been friends too
long, and I wasn’t seeing her. At the time that was true. But months later
things changed. Troy, she’s my woman. Hayden doesn’t need to know right now.
But I’ll be the one to tell him.”
He raised his hands as if he was surrendering. “That’s
between you guys.”
“Were friends no matter what, bro.” He pulled me into a bro
hug and we slapped hands.
“I’ll be in the limo. I have to calm her down.”
Troy chuckled. “Ain’t no calming that one down. She’s a
fucking raging bull. You got your hands full with that one.”
I shrugged him off and exited the club.
Sitting inside the Cadillac Escalade limo, I rolled up the partition
and pressed the FaceTime button beside Vicky’s number.
“What the fuck,
Zander?” A scowl consumed her beautiful face.
“Baby, I’m in the
limo alone. I’m ready.”
She sat on the bed, unbuttoned her peach blouse and slid a
boob out of her bra.
I pulled my lower lip into my mouth. “Vicky, I need to see you. We’ve been a part for two weeks.”
“Zander, I return next
Wednesday.”
“Shit, I’m supposed
to handle a deal in Miami next week.”
Vicky dropped her head and sobbed.
“We can quit our jobs
and travel. We have plenty of money.”
“What?” She
glanced at me through the tears.
“No. I am so close.
You know running the Atlanta office is my goal.
Hayden will take over
the California office.”
“I don’t give a shit
if he moves to L.A. He will know we are a couple the second the announcement is
made.” I roared.
“Zander, you can’t.”
“Watch me. Actually,
you stay in California.”
I disconnected the call.
Fed up was a fucking understatement.
She was everything to me. But imagine being in a secret
relationship for seven years. I’d had it.
The following day, I flew to Miami earlier than planned. I’d
sketch and surf leading up to my meeting. Vicky called several times. I didn’t answer.
Our relationship felt unsalvageable at this point. Instead
of sketching I worked out in the gym of our condo.
Two hours later, I strolled in the front door ready to take
a shower. Standing on the balcony, she stared at the ocean. Fuck, why did she come here?
I stepped onto the balcony, leaning against the banister.
“Vicky, you should have stayed in California. Your company
and your brother are more important than us.” There was no way I was meeting
her gaze.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m done, Vicky. You don’t ever plan to tell your brother.
Honestly, I thought when Hayden returned home from school, we’d sit him down
and tell him we’re a couple. I can’t even propose to you. Why would I? You’d never
wear the ring. Go home Vicky.” I stalked off.
The hot water thudded my skin. Soft hands massaged my back.
I peeked over my shoulder at my fucking woman. Shit, I hated how she could
climb under my skin. Where she belonged.
“I understand. It was unfair of me to ask you to live in
secret with me.” She grabbed my huge bicep and turned me to look into her
tranquil eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She fell against my chest.
My monstrous fist pounded the wall above her head. “Fuck,
Vicky! I should’ve come first. I always put you first.” A tear slid down my cheek
as the water poured over my head.
Her hands swept over my pecs, halting at my soaked face. “I
love you so very much, Zander. You are my heart and soul.”
My lips ferociously took hers. She climbed into my arms and
I slid my cock deep inside of her. How could I give up what was home to me? I
didn’t know what to do anymore. The last thing I wanted to do was lose my
woman.
I pressed her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped
around my waist.
“Zander, oh shit.” Vicky’s fingers gripped my neck as I
circled my cock inside her.
“I don’t want to let you go, Vicky.”
She smothered my lips with hers. I inhaled her like a
fucking drug.
“Fuck!” I roared, as we came.
We stood attached, hearts, beating as one.
“Let’s go out. I want to dance with you all night. Please.”
I nodded, holding her tight.
We agreed to break up. But we’ve done everything together.
I loved spending time with her.
We swayed to the beat of a slow song in a South beach club.
The beautiful bright, white, flowy dress with a slit up the
front was sexy. My fingers lingered over her bare arms.
“I love this. I love us.” She smiled bright as the sun.
It was no doubt in my mind she loved me.
We only left the floor twice to sip our drinks, then we were back on the dance floor. It was one of our best nights together. I wish we didn’t have to return home.
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