"Is this your house?" Jinx asked, his face reddening as she stared at the large white two-story building.

The guy giggled, then nodded. "Yeah."

"I thought," Jinx paused, turned, and gave the building another glance through the side mirror. "What's your real name?"

"Call me Black," he smiled faintly. "You won't be able to pronounce my name well."

"Okay, Black," Jinx said, her eyebrow rolling down.

The two exchanged sweet words while the tires of the car slowed toward the large gate.

Pee! Pee!! Pee!!!

The headlights of the taxi flickered three times in sync with the horn sound.

"Black and his womanizing." A broad-shouldered young man with a bald head neared the gate from the inside.

The gate rolled to the left with a single push of the guy's left arm. He stood at the side of the gate, watched the car reel in, then greeted, "Good day, sir."

Inside the car, the shock on Jinx's face spread to her chin as she stared at the face of the man acting as the security. 'Is that his security? That guy seemed like a veteran.'

She blinked two times, then tilted her gaze back to Black. "Wait, who are you?"

Black didn't say a word. He simply smiled, killed the engine, and turned to Jinx. "You will know. But don't explode." He tapped on Jinx's shoulder, his smile stretching.

The two exited the taxi, one after another, Jinx holding onto her small black bag, and Black his keys.

The main gate they entered rolled shut behind them with a deep metallic thud.

The compound was quiet. Trimmed hedges lined the driveway, lantern lights casting long shadows across the stone path.

The house loomed ahead, its white walls glowing faintly under the night sky.

Jinx stopped a few meters closer to the house, took a steady breath, then turned toward Black.

"So…" she said carefully, breaking the silence. "This doesn't look like a taxi driver's place."

Black chuckled, slipping the keys into the pocket of his black jeans. "I never said I was just a taxi driver."

Jinx folded her arms beneath her big boobs that shimmered through the black dress she wore, steadying herself. "You like surprises."

"I like reactions more," Black replied, turning to face her fully. "And yours are interesting."

Jinx scoffed, but the sound came out softer than she intended. "You still haven't answered my question. Who are you?"

Black took a step closer—not to crowd her, but enough for his presence to register in her mind. "Someone who gets bored easily. Someone who saw you standing by the road like the world was about to end."

Jinx's lips parted slightly. "And you stopped because…?"

"Because you looked like trouble," he said calmly. "The kind that doesn't ask twice."

Jinx laughed under her breath. "You're very confident, y'know?"

"You gave me your number," he said. "And you answered when I called." He paused, stared at her lovely eyes. "So tell me, who is confident?"

Jinx held his gaze. And for a moment, the air felt heavier, warmer, as they stood there, staring at each other, as if their souls had interchanged.

"Come inside," Black said, turning toward the door. "We can talk properly."

"And if I don't like the conversation?" Jinx asked.

Black glanced back at her, his eyes glinting. "Then you walk out the same way you came in."

She giggled slightly, then walked past him.

Inside, the house was dimly lit. Soft light, muted colors, and the faint scent of cologne lingered in the air.

Jinx's heels clicked against the floor as she stopped, allowed him to enter, then followed him in.

"You live alone?" she asked.

"For tonight," he replied, then giggled.

Jinx stopped closer to him than she did before. "You're dangerous, you know that?" She squinted at him.

Black smiled shyly. "So are you."

The closeness made Jinx acutely aware of his breath and the warmth at her back as she moved nearer.

Her voice dropped. "You still haven't told me what B.B.C means."

Black leaned down to her left ear, close enough that he could inhale the vanilla smell and the rose-scented perfume that clung to her like a second skin.

"I'll tell you," he said quietly. "But not with words."

Jinx swallowed hard, her hand brushing against Black's chest. "Then," she murmured, her eyes lifting to meet his, "I suppose we're done talking."

Black's hand rose, rested at her waist in a slow rub. The lights dimmed further as the door closed behind them.

Outside the building, the sky began to darken as clouds grouped together, covering the stars and the moon.

"Does Black have some power to command the sky or what?" the broad-shouldered security said, staring at the tiny drops of rain falling and hitting the ground.

"Every time he brings someone over, it rains. How?" He hurriedly neared his own door, entered, then lay down on the blue-laced bed.

Just a minute after his window closed, the intensity of the rain intensified.

At that same time, inside the house, and at the front of the bedroom door, sleek black cloth lay damp on the floor. And just beside it, black jeans lay at its side.

Muffled sounds echoed harshly from the inside.

Mm. Mmm. Slurp. Slurp.

Wet sounds echoed as Jinx and Black's mouths clashed into each other like titans at war.

Bam.

"Oooouch!" Jinx screamed after she got thrown onto the king-sized bed covered with black cloth.

Black stood over the bed, breathing harshly as sweat coiled down his skin.

The room was dim, lit only by the light from the compound's tall poles that bled through the frantic movement of the white curtains.

Beneath Black, Jinx lay on her stomach, crawling her way toward Black's gigantic rod that looked like a horse's body multiplied by two.

She licked the hardened skin on the head of the rod, curling her tongue around and kissing it like a lollipop.

She rolled her eyes, met his, then smiled. She slowly pushed her head forward, savoring half of the rod into her throat.

Then, with rhythmic precision, she moved her head forward and back.

Glop! Glop! Glop! Glop! Glop!

A rhythmic glop of him moving inside her mouth filled the room. Jinx's pupils vanished, leaving the wet, white moons of her sclera staring at the water-stained body.

AAaaaahhh!

Mmmmmm!

A warm, salty fluid seeped from the tip of his cock onto the hole in her throat, almost closer to her heart, then onto her tongue as he pulled it all out slowly.

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