I'm back with a sample from "Love in the City"

Hi guys and gals. I hope you guys missed me. I apologize for neglecting the blog for so long. If you follow me on social media then you know that I've been traveling and spreading the word about my books outside of my beloved city. As a single dad, that has always been a challenge for me but now that I have two High School teenagers, it gives me some freedom to travel more. I'll be sharing more samples and blogging about my travels so stay tuned. For now, I'm going to give you a small, raw, unedited sample of another thing that has been chewing up A LOT of my time and kept me from updating the blog, "Love in the City" which is somewhat of a follow up to "Death in the City." For those who've read "Death in the City," you might remember Kahn. (He has a bigger role in this book.)  Enjoy...and as always, leave comments below or email me your feedback if you prefer.

Chapter 7

Lust Conquers All?

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hrust after thrust of pure lust is what Kahn delivered to his young, nubile lover. Inspired by thoughts of a threesome with Rhi-Rhi that wasn’t going to happen, he pounded poor Cherrie mercilessly for their third round of sex for the evening. She moaned and screamed his name with her legs up on his shoulders. She had been annoyed at first when he hadn’t gone down on her but she was satisfied with the type of hard, deep strokes he gave her instead. She could tell that he wasn’t really reading her body to get a sense of what she liked and just like too many of the lovers she’d had in the past, his own satisfaction seemed to be his sole motivation. She was young and wasn’t hadn’t had as much sexual experience as some but, she had learned quickly that most men had a set way of making love, or having sex, or fucking…whichever term they preferred. (Personally, she had always found it cute when young, inexperienced boys referred to it as boning.) Kahn wasn’t different in that he stuck to his script, sexually speaking. She’d had sex with him a few times before and each time was pretty much more of the same. He pounded away at her like a mindless brute until he eventually came. Fortunately for him, Cherrie liked the way he felt inside her so she didn’t mind, even if she didn’t always have an orgasm. She also thought it was sweet that he always started off missionary with her, even if he didn’t give her oral. She enjoyed looking into his eyes and his long dreadlocks tickled her as his hair brushed against her naked skin. Because of her big, bountiful backside, most of the men she had been with usually liked to bend her over so they could enjoy it. She had a pretty face but she knew that her big butt that was impossible to hide, no matter what she wore or how she tried to cover it, was the reason for most of the cat calls she got as she walked down the street.

Cherrie enjoyed him on top and was flattered by the faces he made as he buried himself in her softest place. She thrust her hips to match his rhythm. She was young but she was still skilled in the art of giving men what they wanted and liked. She used both of her hands to squeeze her own breasts as he watched and the way he smiled let her know that he liked that. She bit her bottom lip and then grit her teeth as he plunged deeper into her sweetness. Then, just when she was about to climax, she felt the all-too familiar, forceful grip of his hand on her hip when he wanted her to flip over so he could take her from behind.

Kahn aggressively turned Cherrie over so he could admire all of her perfect plumpness from behind. He loved the way she arched her back and looked back at him over her shoulder. The mischievous, seductive look in her eye invited him inside so he eased every inch in to oblige her. Slowly, she began to rock back on him. He watched as she rolled her hips and got hypnotized. Before he knew it, he was completely trapped in a trance because of her erotic dance. Even as her love coated his shaft until dick was glistening and slick, her sweet walls gripped him tighter with every stroke. He hoped that he could hold on without finishing too fast. He gripped her waist so that he could control their pace. Otherwise, he might have been done before they even really started. His ego and overall pride just wouldn’t allow that.

“Damn,” he whispered as she began to bounce her ass back on him a little bit faster.

Kahn hadn’t expected her to pick up the pace and even though he firmly held her waist, he realized that Cherrie wanted to take him for ride. He slapped her butt cheek hard and heard her giggle as he watched it jiggle. Her hair was too short for him to grab a proper handful of it so he put his hand firmly on her shoulder instead to roughly pull her back on him. He couldn’t tell if he was in control or if she was but the aggressive way their bodies clashed created a kind of steamy, wet ecstasy that they both enjoyed. Cherrie buried her face in the fluffy pillows to muffle her moans while Kahn tried desperately to hold on. When he couldn’t any longer, he pulled out and exploded all over her soft cheeks.

Cherrie kept her head down and her butt raised up until he was done and completely drained. She almost laughed out loud as she listened to the sounds he made behind her. She couldn’t tell if he was crying or dying. When he finally collapsed on the mattress next to her, she looked at him to make sure he wasn’t dead.

“Good. I thought I killed you,” she said as she curled up next to him and put her hand on his chest.

“Fuck it. When it’s my time to go, I wouldn’t mind goin’ out like THAT,” he joked. “I need a smoke. You want some?” he asked.

“Of course,” she answered.

“Regular cigarette or you wanna roll up some weed?” he asked.

“Psssh. Weed of course,” she giggled. “You know the only reason I some over here and give you all of this good loving is because I like to smoke with you,” she purred and slapped her own ass.

Kahn frowned a little. He wasn’t delusional so he knew that what she said was just a polite way of saying that she fucked him for weed and that was true. He just didn’t particularly care to hear it. Sometimes, lies were just more soothing than sobering truths. She didn’t love him. That much he knew. He didn’t love her either but emotionally, somewhere in that awkward, selfish space in-between his heart and his ego, he wanted her to. He knew it was unfair to want someone to love him when he knew with complete certainty that he would never love her back but he didn’t care. He craved just that and even if it wasn’t true, the lie from her lips would have made him smile. His mother was the last woman he believed had truly loved him but she had passed away years before. He had always a subtle disdain and distrust of women which probably stemmed from the way they had viciously teased him throughout most of his childhood. He wasn’t completely convinced that any of his girlfriends had ever really, truly loved him either. He always found reasons to doubt them, no matter how hard they tried to prove that what they felt for him was real. In the absence of true love, Kahn had always settled for lust. It felt good in the moments he shared with hot women and was physically satisfying, even if it only provided a temporary high. However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t willing to accept the lie that someone loved him for real.

As he rolled up two joints, one for himself and one for Cherrie, his thoughts randomly landed on his childhood friend Persephone and her husband. To him, what they had was magical, like a modern fairy-tale right out of some romance author’s imagination and even though their love story was soon doomed to end in tragedy, he still believed that just a taste of that was much better than the cold meals he’d been dining on for years. As guarded as his heart might have been, sometimes lust just wasn’t enough.

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I hope you've enjoyed this sample from "Love in the City." I'm working hard to finish it soon...I promise. (You guys know how I am. I can't release it until it's exactly what I want it to be. ) Here is the link if you'd like to pre-order an autographed copy directly from me: Click to Pre-Order "Love in the City" by Keith Kareem Williams