tumblr_mjj0b03GbJ1rlmm3zo1_500i turned around and there he was.
he got here kind of fast too.
he left his celebratory get together just to join me.
now i’m not stupid.
this man has a girlfriend back home.
he also has a mama,
daddy,
and other family members in the room down the hall.
in the middle of glasses clinking and champagne toasting,
he actually saw my text.

“i want you.”

i was feeling naughty.
he replied with a smiley face.
i thought they meant i was going to bed horny.
more than likely,
we would catch up tomorrow.
i guess i was wrong.
he is here….

“that was quick.”

smiley face.
he looked so good.
white dress shirt.
black fitted slacks.
tie kinda slack.
he was fine though.
6’2.
210.
pure muscle.
every time i see his frame,
i want to get him naked.
he just got drafted to the _______________.
i watched him smile happily on television with his new team jersey.
it was quite generous of him to get me a room also.
he said wanted everyone to celebrate with him.
including me.
i didn’t meet him family.
i didn’t want care to.
i know my position.
i don’t ask questions.
smiley face.

“let me get a hug.” he asked.
“sure.” i smiled seductively.

i walked over and wrapped my arms around him.
he smelled good.
smelled like money,
angels,
after shave,
and fresh linen.
he kissed me on my neck and ran his hands down my back,
clasping them on my butt cheeks like he does the football.

“i’m proud of you.” i whispered in his ear.
“thanks.”

we looked at each other and smiled in unison.
he kissed me softly.
passion.
i know what passion feels like.
it made my legs go weak.
he was everything.

“you better stop.”
“why?”
“i may need that now.”
“well come get it then.”
“you left your family tho.”
“so?”
“as i recall, you were celebrating.”
“so?”
“oh we bold now that we getting checks, huh?”
“naw. just enjoy the moment.”

he un buckled my belt.

“wait stop.” i pushed his hands away.
“i thought you said you wanted me?” he looked at me with the confused face.
“i did… do… but…”
“but?”

my belt landed on the floor.
he doesn’t give a fuck.
that’s what i like about him.
we walked over to the writing desk in the corner of the room.
he turned me around and pushed me on to the desk.
suddenly my pants were being pulled down to my ankles.
this is really happening.
i felt his warm tongue enter me.
slowly darting back and forth inside,
like a cat licking a bowl of milk.
feeling that tongue inside me got me all kind of aroused.

“damn.” i said, standing up on my tippy toes.
“you still want me to stop?” he asked, smacking me on my ass.
“what you think?”

he continued to wet every inch of my insides.
when the finger entered,
i knew it was time to get comfortable on this desk.
he was about to murder my butt cheeks.
he made sure it was okay for him to stick another in.
he fingered me until i was good and open.

“you got any condoms and lube?”
“front part of my suitcase.”
“alright.”
“are we fuckin now?”
“no babe, i’m giving you a prostate exam.”

smart ass.
when i tried to stand up,
he pushed me back down on the desk.

“where you going?” he asked, unbuckling his belt.

he pulled his slacks and boxer briefs down his muscular thighs.

“a quickie never hurt anyone, right?” he asked, covered his erect 8″ dick with the condom, “spread them legs.”

i did as i was told.
shit he seemed to be in control of this entire situation.
i didn’t bother to ask any questions.
at this point,
i wanted the dick,
then it happened.
he pressed the head of his pipe against my hole.
slowly,
my velvet walls allowed him inside.
he pulled out and fingered me again just in case.
he wanted his entrance to be flawless as it was when he walked on the stage tonight.
before i knew it,
he was halfway inside.

“you so damn tight.”

all i could do was moan.
he gripped my hips and started rocking his hips back and forth.
when his dick hit my prostate,
i felt myself trying to climb the desk.
with one hand,
he grabbed my shoulder to make sure i didn’t get away.

“hello?”

is that the new dirty talk?
i nearly replied, “um hello you fuckin me real good!”.

“i had to run downstairs ma…”

wait wtf?
did this muthafucka really answer her phone?

“ssshhh…” he said, moving the phone from his ear.

he started banging me harder.
i shoved the hotel writing pad in my mouth.
i didn’t need his mama to know he was knocking down my walls.

“oh baby shit!” i said in a high pitched voice.

he was stroking me into a new octave.
he quickly put his hand around my mouth.
this was turning him on.

“no… that was my boy’s girl… she… damn… she, uh… spilled some champagne.”

he started slow grindin himself into me.

“you like this shit nigga?” he asked me, moving the phone from my ear again.
“yes… yes the fuck i do.”
“that’s what i thought.” he replied, putting the phone back to his mouth, “hello… yeah i’m almost cumin ma…fuck… hold on ma”.

he put the phone down on the table and gripped his hands around my neck.
he started to beat my shit down.
i felt his balls slapping up against my ass cheeks.
my eyes started rolling in the back of my head.

“who the fuck does this shit belong too?” he asked, hugging me tight.
“you.”
“i ain’t hear you nigga. what you say?”
“i said you!”

between the ass slaps and the thrusting,
he sent me into over drive.

“fuck… damn, i’m almost… cumin… ” he mumbled.

i heard the condom snap off and his warm nut land on my cheeks.

“fuck… fuck… fuck…” he fell on top of me, breathing heavy.
“that was so fuckin’ good.”
“hello… sorry for the hold ma. i’m about to get in the elevator now.” he said, pulling himself out of me.

i fell on the floor.

“you aight?” cleaned himself off and pulled his pants up.
“yeah. i think you fucked every fuck out of me.”
“next time don’t text me that you want me.”
“i hope your mama calls your phone again next time we fuckin.”
“yeah that was kinda hot.” he laughed, wiping his nut off my ass with a towel.

he threw the towel in the trash,
kissed me on the cheek,
and started walking towards the door.

“we’ll get up for lunch tomorrow baby.”
“aight cool.”
“cool. love ya.” he said, walking out the door.

did he just say he “loved” me?
oh hell naw!
see thats the shit right there.
that’s the trap.
you know what?
fuck it.
let me just enjoy the moment like he said…

Written By Jamari Fox
(C) 4.28.13 12:25am
Disclaimer: n
ot based on actual events…. yet.

13 Thoughts on “Fuckin’ The Number 1 Draft Pick Wolf

  1. Old Head on 28 April, 2013 at 12:54 am said:

    You go boy:). Very nice.

    Wanted to invite you to the Relays, as my treat, to lift your spirits but figured you wouldn’t have come.

  2. Davon on 28 April, 2013 at 1:19 am said:

    Buys you a whole box of sprite. Dint read past the first 2 lines

  3. I liked this a lot. You better get this book out.

  4. You owned that shit. Good work!

  5. Ramrod on 28 April, 2013 at 6:22 am said:

    Good Storyline! i love it! Keep it up!

  6. The Man on 28 April, 2013 at 7:58 am said:

    This shit was hot af. Loved it.

  7. bestbook on 28 April, 2013 at 6:26 pm said:

    Really good! I hope this is the beginning of the book you’re about to write….

  8. Torchy on 28 April, 2013 at 9:53 pm said:

    “he doesn’t give a fuck.
    that’s why i like about him.”

    C’mon for the “How Many Licks” Homage..lol

  9. Frosty&Foxy on 28 April, 2013 at 10:04 pm said:

    I had to read back over this 2 or 3 times because it is that.damn.good.

  10. miordu on 29 April, 2013 at 3:53 am said:

    relays were amazing

  11. Jrock on 29 April, 2013 at 9:12 pm said:

    Jaye JP Hardbody!!!!! He’s the guy in the pic! His body is on fire! Make sure you check him out, Jamari!!!!!!

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