The Gardener_BWWM Romance Series

by Jamila Jasper

  I relaxed, laying on my back as he approached me with his thick ropey hardness swaying before him. As he drew closer, the member only grew thicker and more erect. I closed my eyes, shuddering in anticipation.

  I heard a metallic crinkle as he removed a rubber from his pants and stretched it over his hard cock.

  "Easy..." he whispered as he moved between my legs, pressing the head of the gargantuan member up against the damp opening between my thighs.

  I shuddered as the tip slipped past my entrance. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this, that somehow I'd ended up in bed with my gardener. Kai had been a fixture in my life for so long I'd forgotten he was an option. Now he was here, I realized he was more than just an option and that I'd been missing out on greatness all along.

  I gasped as he pressed an inch inside me.

  His hardness stretched me out to capacity with just the first inch.

  I moaned as I attempted to accommodate him. His size stretched me so widely that I could hardly breathe. I heaved as I attempted to suck air in through my lips. Pleasure surged in my core as he pushed another inch between my legs. Nothing had ever felt so taboo and euphoria than spreading my legs even wider and allowing him to stretch me, to take me inch by inch.

  He pressed my legs back, exposing my tightness as he grunted and slipped another inch inside me.

  "Harder..." I whimpered, becoming my own undoing.

  He thrust the rest of his hardness inside me and I moaned and bucked my hips to meet his pumping. Given permission to take me roughly, Kai began to take me like every inch of me belonged to him. I moaned as he thrust into me deeper. His hardness was so deep inside me I could feel him in my gut.

  He pushed my legs back further as I cried out in pleasure and he continued to pound into me... harder... and harder...

  "Don't stop!" I moaned.

  He unleashed a part of me that I didn't know existed. With his dick buried so deep between my legs, I couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure. They mixed into a delightful unending euphoria. I gasped as I came. His dick thickened between my legs as my juices oozed around his hardness as I came again and again.

  I grabbed onto Kai's back, his thick muscles from working and sweating in the hot summer sun creating a sinewy grip for me to hold onto as he pounded me with animalistic fervor.

  "Yes, baby!" I cried as he drove deeper.

  I didn't think I could handle him but every inch of Kai's cock only brought me closer to another round of intense orgasmic pleasure. I couldn't say no even if I wanted to. I needed to feel him inside me. I dug my nails into his back as I erupted into another climax again.

  This time he couldn't hold back any longer. As thick layers of sweat formed where our skin pressed together, the salty-sweet smell of our union filled the air with a unique aroma of lovemaking that titillated our desires and further pushed us over the edge into euphoria.

  Kai groaned and grunted as I cried out in pleasure again. Orgasms hit both of us simultaneously and we writhed and shuddered with the intensity of pleasure as we came, intertwined in each other's arms. Kai collapsed on top of me, pressing the firm weight of his muscular body into my own.

  "Mmm," he muttered, "That was amazing."

  "I agree..."

  He pulled out of me and lay at my side, holding me in his arms until we fell asleep. Kai didn't leave until morning and not until after making me a full breakfast. I'd had the experience of a lifetime with him and he'd promised not only for more but to take me out on a real date.

  I would never argue over rose bushes with him again.

  The End

  2

  FREE SAMPLE: The Fireman

  After my conversation with Shontal, I found myself more determined than ever to stick to my vow of celibacy. I had stuck to my vows for over 20 years and as of yet, I saw no reason to break those vows. I had held steadfast for 20 years after all. Now that I was approaching 61, why should I change?

  What man could do something for me that I couldn't do for myself? I was the pure definition of an independent woman in every sense of the word.

  20 years was a long time to hold true to a value like that. In the world, people expected me to just find a man and settle down. No man had treated me well enough or done enough for me. I loved my cats, but that was about it. A man had never proven himself to me and I had never held that against most men. Men were simply inadequate.

  I mean ask yourself... When's the last time you men a strong, strapping man with a good income, no baby mamas and a strong Christian work ethic who liked a real down to earth woman? I struggled to find a man like that since I'd started searching.

  I considered myself luckier and luckier the older I got. If the perfect man was going to come along, I could meet him at any time.

  I kept my cats organized in the most peculiar way — at least others believed my methods peculiar while I noted their efficacy. Each one of my princes had their very own home outside, their very own water dish, and their very own food dish. Each morning, I would cook up a fresh meal of sausages and other delightful meats for my pets. I treated them as if they were friends. They were friends.

  Sometimes, I would even make them creamy coffee which they lapped at with their soft little tongues. In a way, they were my closest friends aside from the girls, Kishawn, Shontal, Ronice and Tasha. The cats were more loyal to me than any man had ever been.

  My three favorite cats out of all my collective were named Horace, Homer, and Virgil. All of them were named after Greek writers. I loved reading the classic Greek myths especially the ones involving Zeus and Hera. Reading those myths, I wondered why on earth Hera would ever put up with a husband like that – – a man who cared nothing for her and only cared for getting his own needs met. That was one of the main reasons I was single. I saw the truth in these myths. I saw that most men are just like Zeus. They were only after one thing.

  One afternoon, I sat on my porch sipping iced tea and watching as Horace and Homer frolicked in the grass. They enjoy playing with each other in the afternoon and they would race around pouncing on each other and then rolling around into balls of fur until one or the other got the upper hand and sent the other one running along its way. As they were frolicking and fighting, neither cat noticed a truck barreling down the street.

  I stood up, clutching my iced tea as droplets of condensation dripped down my palms. my heart thudded in my chest as I anticipated the inevitable.

  "Careful!" I screamed.

  My voice alarmed the cats just enough for them to break apart and terrified for their lives they separated and fled in opposite directions to escape the oncoming truck.

  Horace had crossed the street, but Homer had launched himself up the tall oak tree in my backyard. I shrieked again, this time dropping the iced tea to the ground. The glass didn't shatter but my spilled drink splashed all over my feet.

  I didn't care. All I cared about was Homer. In his terror, Homer had climbed so far up the tree but there was no way he could jump down. With my bad hip and arthritis in both my hip and wrist, I had a very slim chance of getting to him myself.

  When I was a younger woman, I might have been able to shimmy up the side of the tree and coax Homer to at least jump into my arms. I had plenty of tree climbing days in my youth but those days were behind me. Now, I was an older woman, my sixtieth birthday had been Midsummer. I was fairly powerless to convince the cat to come down on his own. Not even fresh cooked turkey giblets could convince him to leap into the wicker basket I extended to the sky.

  Homer let out a pitiful mewling sound. The sound filled me with anguish.

  I knew my kitty needed help, but none of her neighbors had returned home from work yet. Even the friendly neighbor boy Nelson Jones had just found himself in employment and would be nowhere nearby to help. I had to do the unthinkable. I had to disrupt our small town's volunteer fire department and get one of these volunteer firemen to mosey on over away to my place just to help me get my cat out of a tree.
/>   I was becoming a stereotypical cat woman and I had no one to blame but myself. For a long time, Tasha and even Ronice warned me that my problem was getting out of control. Tasha, of course, wasted no time in telling me that I would be single for life if I did not get rid of at least half of these cats. How the heck could I get rid of my friends? They had been reliable and by my side for as long as I could remember. I took care of them as if they were my kids.

  And, as I approached 61 and eventually retired, it would be for the best if I kept my friends close.

  I hustled inside as fast as my throbbing hip could take me to get to the phone. I have a nonemergency line for the fire department lying around because I'm an older woman and I get a bit paranoid. I had a suspicion something like this could happen at any time and finally, my worst fears had come true. I needed help. And I needed help from a man to make it worse.

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