Single Husbands by HoneyB Read Free Book Online

for ten, sometimes twelve, hours a day, his dick warranted unadulterated orgasmic
     pleasure, especially on weekends. Lexington wasn’t a sex addict; he was an alpha-male sex fanatic on the prowl for all the
     pussy he could suck and fuck before the club closed at four in the morning. That would give him less than five hours, and,
     hopefully, there would be at least a half-dozen sets of puckering lips swallowing and riding his dick. But there was one special
     woman he’d invited. He doubted she’d keep her promise to come check out his favorite spot.
    Smiling at the hotties at the bar, squirming their naked, bodacious booties on high stools, Lexington looked at the bartender,
     circled his finger in the air, then pointed at the new guy. R. Kelly’s “Bump ’N Grind” resounded in the background while XXX
     videos played on flat screens throughout the club.
    “Man, I know you. I got you. Him too?” the bartender asked for confirmation as he lined up ten plastic cups.
    Lexington nodded, watching the bartender splash shots of tequila without a measuring cup. “Ladies and gent, this round is
     on Lexington,” the bartender announced, serving them to all the women seated at the bar, plus the guy Lexington had pointed
     to.
    Generously sharing his alcohol with women gave Lexington premier pick of any honey at the bar, but he didn’t hang around waiting
     to see which ones were most interested in him. The boldest ones would find him at some point before the night was over.
    Lexington recalled his father telling him, “Son, you never want to find out what kind of pussy broke-ass men have to dip their
     dicks in. Make as much money as you can, as fast as you can, and as honest as you can.”
    Lexington handed the bartender a $50 tip and picked up his usual double tequila mixed with watermelon pucker. His boy Brian,
     the most prejudiced white-looking black man he knew, had turned him on to palatable watermelon flavors.
    Swaggering away from the bar, Lexington sat at one of the tables in front of the dance floor and watched two women seduce
     the strip pole while caressing one another’s titties. There were two other women dancing like they were at a nightclub, instead
     of a sex club, never touching one another. They must’ve been first-timers. Then there was a man squatting pussy-level, with
     two women gyrating in his face, and another grinding her pussy hairs against the back of his head. Was she coming, rolling
     her pussy on his head? Yep, his hair was definitely wet, and not from sweat. Damn. Lexington smiled. He’d better enjoy the
     moment, because soon, around two, the pendulum would swing in favor of the women once the multitude of horny men filed in
     from the casino and nightclubs.
    Unbuttoning his linen shirt, Lexington exposed the silkiness of his chest. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick,
     laying it atop his lap, thinking,
She’s not coming.
I might as well get my stroke on.
Loosening his head wrap, Lexington leaned his head back, then closed his eyes, fingering his long, luscious locks.
    “Hey, Daddy,” an unfamiliar voice resonated from behind.
    Lexington glanced over his shoulder. Three gorgeous Latina women had surrounded him. His locks always drew women to him like
     metal to a magnet. “Mind if we join you?”
    He smiled at them.
    “I’ll catch you next week. I’m going home,” said the woman who’d followed him back into the club.
    Lexington stood and gave her a hug. “No problem. Drive safe,” he said.
    Opening his arms, Lexington stepped between the Latina women, saying, “Excuse me, ladies,” then walked up to his invited guest.
     He kissed, then hugged her tight. “So you did make it. Did you pay to get in?”
    She shook her head, smiling at him. “Of course not. A real woman never pays for a man’s pleasure or his pain.”
    Smiling, Lexington clinched his bottom lip between his teeth.
True that.
She didn’t have to pay for anything when she was with him. He’d