I checked my watch as soon as I pulled into the parking lot. I still had ten minutes. After a stressful day at the office and an unexpected breakup via a sorry ass text from Michael, all I wanted to do was get home. I had every intention to kick off my shoes once I got there and fall asleep watching a random rerun of one of my beloved 90s sitcoms. A little comedy was sure to lift my spirits. But first, I needed some comfort food.
It wasn’t that I planned to go into deep mourning or anything. In all honesty Michael and I had been on the brink for months now. I’d tried my best to keep things afloat, but after his psychopathic ex-girlfriend keyed my car a couple of weeks prior I’d withdrawn from him and all the bullshit. However ending a relationship was never easy for me, even when it turned out to be a really shitty one. I sighed heavily as I unbuckled my seat belt and then cut the engine of the Altima. It was really over.
As soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk in front of All Things Sweets Ice Cream Parlor, the lights on the ‘Now Open’ sign popped off. Damn! I rushed up to the door just as a man appeared out of nowhere, his tall masculine body filling the frame. “Sorry Ma’am, we’re closed,” he mouthed as he reached down to turn the lock. For a moment, my eyes locked onto the most sensual set of chocolate lips I’d ever seen in my twenty eight years on earth. It wasn’t until I heard him click the lock into place that I finally snapped out of my daze.
“I still have five minutes,” I mouthed back while pointing to my watch.
He shook his head from side to side and then reached up to pull down the blinds.
“Look I just got dumped and I need some damn ice cream!” I screamed through the glass like a mad woman. As soon as the words were out, my hand flew up to my forehead slapping it hard in protest to my outburst. When I finally reopened my eyes, I realized that he hadn’t closed the blinds yet. Instead, he was standing there looking at me with his thick untamed brows furrowed over his memorizing brown eyes. He probably thought I was a lunatic, but at this point I didn’t care. I clasped my hands together into a praying hands motion to further plead my case. I really needed that ice cream.
“Thanks so much for letting me in,” I said as I walked behind him. I tried my best not to keep checking him out, but the jeans and black tee-shirt were wearing him like a second skin. No wonder my sister had called me twice last week to see if I wanted to hit the ice cream parlor with her. She’d told me the new owner was good looking, but with her taste in men I wasn’t sure what that meant. Tracey didn’t always get it right but she’d hit the nail on the head with this one!
“So what will it be,” he asked as he washed his hands with his back turned towards me.
“A gallon of praline ice cream, and two of your glazed donuts. No make that three.” I said sitting my purse down on the counter.
“Must have been a really bad breakup,” he said turning around to look at me as he dried his hands on a paper towel. His stare sent a warm chill down my spine. Finally, I broke the heated contact by looking back down at my purse.
“Something like that,” I said as I continued to ramble through my purse for my debit card. When it dawned on me that I’d left the house without any money I damn near screamed out in frustration. This day had been completely tragic with a capital T.
“Something wrong?” he asked as he eyed me and my purse.
“I left my money at the house, sorry for putting you through the trouble. Maybe next time,” I said the last part more to myself than to him. I turned away from the counter feeling defeated.
“Hold on. I can’t let you leave without this ice cream. So I guess I’m just going to have to give it to you.” He placed the donuts and ice cream in a bag and then held it out towards me while flashing me a gorgeous smile. My knees went weak. It was no longer the ice cream I was craving, but I walked back over and took the bag anyway.
When we finally made it to the door, I grabbed the knob but then turned around to face him. “I’ll come back tomorrow after work and pay for this. I really appreciate your kindness,” I said smiling up at him. By now his lips were so close to mine that I could almost taste their sweetness. He must have somehow read my mind because before I knew it, he’d leaned down and covered my lips with his. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally broke the kiss. I felt dizzy, but I managed to steady myself by placing my hand against his chest. “I really should go,” I said but didn’t move as I stared up into his alluring eyes. By now my panties were completely wet.
“Or you could stay for dessert,” he said and then reached behind me to pull down the blinds.
I started to object but my body wouldn’t let me; it was literally begging to be touched by him. I gave in and let the bag slide from my hand as he gripped my ass cheeks bringing them up to his waist. Luckily I had on a skirt which he easily pushed up over my hips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders for support. “I’ll buy you some more,” he whispered in my ear. I had no idea what he was talking about and was about to ask him what he meant until he hooked his fingers around the seat of my thongs and ripped them off me. His roughness turned me on even more and I found myself grinding up against him as he struggled to quickly undue the button of his jeans. After several seconds of unsuccessful attempts, he left the button alone, unzipped his pants, and then shoved his huge dick inside me in one hard stroke.
“This is the best dessert a girl could ask for,” I moaned into his ear as he fucked me up against the door of the ice cream parlor.