“Oh, yeah,” she purred. She brought her hand to his head, then slid her palm down over to his earlobe and across to his forehead. He licked and sucked until her body was rocking with sensation. Suddenly, she gave a sharp cry and her hands clasped his head. She trembled violently and erupted in a sharp orgasm. “Yesssssssss,” she cried, then collapsed on the cushions.
Calvin rose and lifted her into his arms and settled her comfortably in his embrace. Her eyes were still closed. He waited patiently until she opened her eyes again.
He kissed her forehead. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful,” she said and laughed bashfully as she buried her face against his chest. He continued to hold her while they finished their wine, then he went home. This morning at work, flowers had arrived with a note saying that he looked forward to seeing her tomorrow. Tonight, he was working second shift.
So, this is what it’s like to have a good man.
Yeah, she was going to love every minute of it She was trying to think of something she could do to show Calvin how much she appreciated him being there for her when she needed someone to talk to, when her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She swung it open and was surprised to find Ron standing on the other side. You would think after throwing a brick through her window and stealing her car, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to show his face around her house. She figured wrong. Not only was he here, but he’d brought the Impala with him.
“What do you want?” she asked with a hand on her hip.
Ron didn’t appear the slightest bit fazed by her nasty attitude. He stood there grinning and licked his thick lips. “Yo, sexy, can we talk?”
“We ain’t got nothin’ to talk about,” she said with a roll of her neck. But even as she said that, she stepped back so he could step in. Ron brushed past her, leaving a trail of cologne.
Danielle closed the door and struck a pose. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?” she demanded.
“I came to bring yo’ car back. I felt bad about every-thang.”
She rolled her eyes. “You should.”
“I’m sorry, boo. But when I saw you with ole’ dude, I lost it.”
. “You were with that hoochie, but did I trip? Nah,” she replied, rolling her neck with each word.
“That’s ’cause you don’t love a nigga anymore.”
She simply folded her arms and looked him up and down, and despite everything he had done to her, she liked everything she saw. Ron was fine as hell. He reminded her of Allen Iverson. Same complexion. Six feet A buck-eighty soaking weight. Cornrows. Tattoos starting at his neck and working their way down to his wrist. His good looks were the reason why she always looked the other way when he forgot to pay a bill or slipped money out of her purse. Well, not anymore. She glanced over at the bouquet of roses for strength. There was no way she was going to let him know that she was turned on just by looking at him.
“Well, thanks for bringin’ me my car back. Now you can leave.”
He licked his lips again. “Can I holla at you a minute? I mean, are you really ready to call it quits?”
“You did that yo’self. I’m tired of the games, Ron. I want to be appreciated.”
“I do ’predate you.” He pouted and actually looked hurt.
She folded her arms across her chest, determined to stand her ground. “I want a man to take me out sometimes.”
“You saying I ain’t never taken you out?”
“McDonald’s don’t count.”
“Ai’ight. Well, I can do that. I got a job today at Square D. I start on Monday.”
“Good for you. Now you can leave.”
“Damn, Danielle. Why you always gotta have an attitude wit’ me?”
“Why? I don’t know. It may have somethin’ to do with the fact you haven’t done anything but use me since we’ve been together.”
“And I’m tryin’ to make up for that. Come on, boo. I’ma treat you right this time. Tell me you don’t miss me.” He reached out and tried to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away.
“I don’t miss you,” she lied.
He looked so good in his jeans hanging off his sexy ass, showing the waistband of his boxers, and that damn wifebeater emphasized his muscled arms. She took a deep breath and prayed for strength. Ron took a step closer. Danielle took a step back. “It’s over between us. The sooner you realize that, the better off we’ll both be.”
“I’m not ready for it to be over.” He was so damn sure of himself. She wasn’t even about to go there with him. Watching him lick his lips again was not helping matters.
“Well, it’s too late. You’ve had your chance.”
“Boo, how about givin’ yo’ man another chance at keeping that pussy happy?”
She swallowed. “Sorry, but somebody took over that job.” She hoped by telling him somebody else was hitting it, he would just leave. Yeah, right.
“I betcha he ain’t puttin’ it down like I do.”
He sounded confident. Danielle rolled her eyes. “I’m not even fin to go there wit’ you.”
“’Cause you know it’s true. Don’t you?”
She wasn’t, even about to justify that question with an answer. The truth of the matter was nobody knew how to lay the pipe like Ron did. He even ate pussy like a champ. She didn’t know what Calvin was going to be like because she hadn’t had him yet. But at least he could eat some pussy.
“Come on, boo. Tell the truth. You miss this dick, don’t you?”
“Would you just shut up!” she cried, then took a step back. He was driving her crazy. Her coochie was purring, “Yes, yes!” while her mind was saying, “Hell no!” If she didn’t get him out of here quick, she was going to do something stupid.
His expression told her he wasn’t happy with her attitude. “I can’t believe this shit. I try to come over here and show you how sorry I am, and all you want to do is throw shit in my face about you bein’ with anotha nucca. I’m not gonna stand around here and listen to this shit.”
“Good, then there’s the door. Oh, and give me back my car key.”
“You right. You right.” He made a show of pulling his keys out of his pocket and removing the large black one and holding it out to her. “Here. Take it.”
Danielle reached for the key and as soon as she grabbed it, Ron pulled her against him.
She tried to push him away. “What are you doin’?”
He held on tightly to her waist. “Just one last kiss and then I’m out.”
She hesitated. His eyes looked sincere enough. He lowered his head and pressed his thick, juicy lips to hers and it was all she wrote. Damn, she ain’t had none since she had put him out.
He reached down and unbuckled his pants and they fell to his ankles and his dick sprang straight out at her, and before Danielle knew it, she was holding it in her hand. They just don’t make them like that anymore, she thought as she stroked the head with her thumb. By the time he took her hand and led her up the stairs, she was more than ready.
They stepped into the room and he moved over to the nightstand.
“Why you turning on the light?” she asked.
“’Cause tonight we gonna fuck with the lights on.”
His cocky manner made her coochie wet. She loved when he talked dirty. Danielle took her clothes off and watched as he did the same. Uh-uh-uh. Damn, that nigga is fine. It was why she put up with so much shit, because good dick was hard to find.
He gripped his hammer in his hands. “You wanna give all dis up?”
The back of her throat went dry. All Danielle could do was stare as he stood there stroking his meat.
“Come here, boo.” The endearment always made her feel funny inside.
She moved over to stand in front of him and he turned her around so that she was facing the full-length mirror behind her door.
“I want you to see what I’ma ’bout to do to you.”
She watched as his large, chocolate hand skimmed to the swell of her breast, c
upping it so softly. She cried out.
“Keep looking.”
She sucked in a breath and returned her gaze to the mirror. Ron gave her a look of satisfaction that he had power over her body. He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she fought a mix of pain and pleasure that caused liquid to flow down her inner thighs. His fingers slipped down her stomach to her clit where he teased and played. She moaned and her head fell to one side, but she refused to close her eyes and miss a single thing. Nothing felt as good as when Ron touched her. Heat built as he stroked her nipples.
“You belong to me. Can’t no otha mofo make you feel like I do.”
His fingers slid down past her clit and slipped inside. Starting with two fingers, he quickly moved up to four and she watched with fascination as she stretched to accommodate him. She cried out. Against her behind, she felt his dick jerk.
“Lean over.”
She leaned over the foot of the bed and stuck her ass out. From where she was, she could see every thrust inside her wet coochie. She was able to watch him move in and out. Watch his fingers as they caressed her clit. She watched him watch her. Seeing the look on his face in the mirror pushed her on.
With each thrust, he slapped her ass until she was crying from a combination of pain and pleasure. Oh, it was so good. For two years his dick was the only thing her pussy knew. The only one it loved. She tightened her muscles around him, drawing him further in. He slammed into her and she could hear his balls slapping against her ass. She came hard, exploding around him. He came with a long, hard moan and she quivered one more time, then squeezed her muscles and milked him dry.
Ron pulled out, then carried her over to the bed. “I told you this pussy belongs to me.”
Danielle curled into him and sighed. Ron was right.
Chapter 23
Kayla
“This is nice.”
Candles. Soft music. Wine. Kayla had never experienced anything like this before.
Jermaine had invited her to his home for dinner. She had raced home, quickly ordered the girls a pizza, and had showered and changed, then hurried south of town. Dinner was fabulous. His house was beautiful. Two-story. Five bedrooms. Thirty-five-hundred square feet. The forty-five-foot-long living room was separated from the formal dining room by a two-sided fireplace. After dinner, he had given her a tour of his house and they were now both sitting on a basil-colored sectional sofa, listening to John Legend’s mesmerizing CD. She had kicked off her patent leather flats and had sunk her toes into his plush, barley-colored carpet. Yep. Jermaine’s upscale home was not only beautiful, but peaceful, making the evening perfect.
Well, almost.
Her cell phone vibrated for the third time since her arrival. She reached for her phone and glanced down. It was Leroy. He’d been calling her every thirty minutes, and the only reason why she hadn’t turned her phone off was because the girls might need her.
“Is everything okay? "Jermaine asked curiously. Once again, he had noticed her staring down at her phone.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, forcing a cool, relaxed smile.
“You don’t look fine. Are the girls okay?”
“Yes, everything’s fine.” He was so nice. She didn’t know how in the world he could be interested in her. Jermaine deserved far better, because right now the only thing she seemed to be able to think about was Leroy. He was the last person she wanted on her mind, but because she was so overcome with guilt, she couldn’t think about anything else.
As president of the local chapter of the NAACP, minister of the largest church in the city, and a prominent member of the community, the videotape circulating around the city with Leroy and mystery girl was slowly destroying his career. She felt sorry for him. Kayla knew she shouldn’t—not after the way he had treated her like she was a whore. But she did, nevertheless. How can we pray to the Lord for forgiveness if we can’t do the same?
Kayla was certain there was something they could do to help him. For the last couple of days, she had been unsuccessful at reaching Renee by phone. Danielle said she didn’t want to have anything else to do with that mess. However, she did mention, to her surprise, that the underage woman in the photo was Parnell Carver, a.k.a. Peaches. Kayla had to pause the tape just to make sure it really was little Parnell from around the way, and almost fell out when she discovered it was. It was one big fiasco. She had gotten a copy of the tape from her mother, who had gotten a copy from her sister, who’d gotten a copy from—
She shook her head. It was just too crazy for words. Mt Carmel Baptist Church was having an emergency business meeting tonight to discuss the matter.
Kayla took a deep breath and willed her heart to cooperate. Despite everything, she still loved him, and it hurt knowing that Leroy really was on the down low. It was one thing for her friends to tell her, but seeing it was an altogether different matter. What was even worse was the embarrassing video with him wearing a diaper while playing with a freakin’ rattle! Her heart actually went out to Darlene. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel vindicated at all. Instead, she felt sick to her stomach because she, as well as her two friends, were to blame for this whole fiasco.
Her phone vibrated, bringing her mind back to the present She glanced down at it. Discovering it was Leroy, she finally decided to just turn off the ringer.
Jermaine reached over and cupped her chin with his hand, then tilted her head so that she was looking directly at him. “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me whatever is bothering you.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Sure, there isn’t some other man you’d rather be with?” He said it like a joke, but the expression on his face said he was serious.
Kayla leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, then met his intense gaze. The only place I want to be is right here with you.” She hugged him, then gazed over his shoulder and out the window. Her body was here with Jermaine, but her heart and mind were a million miles away.
Chapter 24
Renee
Sex was off the hook. I’d always wanted dick and was now getting it left and right. John had taken the week off and we were meeting different brothas on the regular. It was like swinging, only John wasn’t participating. His goal was to find the right dick for me.
“Did he make you feel good? Did he fuck my wife right?” He jacked off his dick with each question.
We were home in our bedroom after spending the evening with Dante. Dante’s thing was so big it was like two dicks in one. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a head that fat before. But it turned out to be another satisfying evening that ended with me sucking off my husband.
“How good was he? Baby, tell me all about it.”
I slipped off my clothes and lay on the bed beside John. As I explained how it made me feel being fucked by another man, my husband listened and continued to jack off. Talking about it, I was growing horny again. I reached down, offering to stroke his dick for him, but he pushed my hand away.
“Keep talking. Tell me how he made you come.”
Closing my eyes, I thought about Dante fucking me the way my husband never had and described it in detail. By the time I had finished, John’s balls were so tight, he flipped me over onto my back and rammed his little dick inside of me.
“Does he make you feel like Daddy?” he asked while trying to mimic the move.
“No,” I denied. “Nobody makes me feel like you.” I lay there moaning as he plunged in and out until he finally came.
Afterwards, I lay there, expecting to feel lucky to have a man who allowed me the privilege of being satisfied by another man with his blessing. Instead, it bothered me. I don’t know what exactly was bothering me, but it was something. I guess I could consider this new twist in our sex life research for my next erotic novel, but damn, how much material does one woman need?
Long after he was asleep, I moved quietly across our cherrywood floors to my large office on the first floor. I had a lot on my mind and the best thing for me to
do when I needed to clear my head, was write. I moved over to my desk and lowered myself into my chair and pulled up a blank screen and quickly started typing everything that had happened this week. The sex. My husband’s excitement. Remember what I said about the Martians? For real, that’s not my husband sleeping upstairs. Listening to the sound coming from the room above me, I shook my head. I think I’ll take back the part about that not being my husband. Don’t nobody else sound like a chainsaw while they sleep but him.
After I got done writing, I paused and took a moment to read over the three pages of notes. Here I was, getting everything I wanted, and yet I still wasn’t happy. What’s wrong with me? I reached for a Kleenex. I’ve been crying a lot more lately. Is my life that twisted up? Well, let’s see. I have a mother with issues, a stepfather who hates me, a sister who’s dead, and a husband who gets off on watching other men fuck his wife.
Overhead I could hear the ringtone on my cell phone. I didn’t feel like running up to see who it was; John was sleeping too hard to notice. Thirty seconds later, my office phone rang. I glanced down at the Caller ID then answered it.
“Hey, Danny.”
“I figured you were in your office.”
I cleared the frog in my throat. “I felt inspired,” I said, trying to pump laughter into my voice when I wanted so badly to cry.
“I just wanted to let you know that Peaches came forward today.”
“Oh good,” I said with a sigh of relief. Danielle had called me after Leroy had gotten arrested to tell me they thought Peaches was some teenaged girl. After I had got done laughing because the situation, although serious, was pretty funny, I called Tommy and asked him to handle it.
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