by Nako
He shook his head. A large nervous lump forming in his throat.
“Nah, they liked this too. The building has two pools,” he responded, coolly.
She remained silent as they stepped onto the elevator and they rode it all the way to the top. She had questions, a lot of them. He could tell and eventually, they’d get to the bottom of everything, on his and her behalf because there were a few things that he wanted to inquire about as well.
“You live alone, right?” she asked, nervously.
He smiled at her. “Really? Who else would be here.”
She mumbled under her breath, “Your assistant.”
Porter snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. She positioned herself right in front of his pelvic area. He bent down and kissed her neck.
“I like your hair like this,” he admitted.
She turned to him a tad. “I took my weave out.”
“Yes, I noticed. You look like an angel.”
She blushed. “I’m starting to think that you’re drunk.”
Porter sung lowly in her ear, “We be all night…”
He was about to do some ungodly things to her body. It had been seven years between the two of them and according to his built-up tension, frustrations and stamina over the years…they wouldn’t be sleeping until the wee hours of the morning. Porter had already cleared his schedule for the next day.
“Oh yeah?” she whispered.
“Hmm hmm…” he mumbled, as he planted tender kisses from the nape of her neck to her earlobe.
He had been drinking and was feeling filthy as a motherfucker.
The elevator dinged, and they’d arrived at his residence.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he held her hand as they stepped off and she was in awe at how open it was.
“You can see the whole city from up here.” She couldn’t keep her cool.
“This is what you call prime real estate. We’ll get into that soon.”
He was going to school his lil’ hood baby. She’ll be a well-educated diva in no time.
She was moving too far away from him and he wanted her close at all times. Porter grabbed her and danced against her.
“Drunk in loveeeeee…”
C H A P T E R 10
You don’t even got nobody being honest with you – Frank Ocean
Never had she been on the top floor of a building before and Mahogany had been to some nice places before; she wasn’t not used to nice shit. But this right here…was exquisite. The view was breathtaking. The feeling of being so high up in the air made her want to work harder. She could have this one day. Motivation. Dedication. Determination. Those three attributes brought the finer things in life. He was a hard-working man, yet humble. He didn’t brag as he gave her a tour of his home. He pointed out certain pieces of art that aligned the long and tall walls in the penthouse. He taught her so much in a thirty-minute time span that her mind was boggled. She was able to learn more about him simply from the decorations in his house. Porter’s favorite color had to be green. The comforter on his bed was an olive color, the couches in the living room were a rich shade of green. The dishes were gold. He liked fancy things…you know, nice shit. She could also tell that he was really particular about things. He was clean, calculated, and organized. His home was a peaceful place for him. She saw the mugs in the cabinets and realized that he loved tea or perhaps, coffee. There were a lot of journals and books on the countertops which meant that he enjoyed reading and writing. A piano was in the corner of the living area and he said that his daughters were taking piano lessons. Now, they were on the heated deck winding down with one more night-cap. She was in her head, thinking about what she had to do relaunch her career and get it popping. Porter was her motivation. He inspired her heavily and didn’t even know it. They were lounging on one of his chairs and her legs was on top of his hairy ones. She would strum them every few minutes to let him know that she was still there and hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Tonight only…well, on certain nights, you’ll have permission to do one thing for me.”
Mahogany raised her eyes over the rim of the wine glass, wondering what the hell was he about to say.
“Relax, it’s nothing too crazy. I’m not into kink or domination,” he responded coolly as he sipped from his own tumbler.
She wanted to take in the view, so he opened the sliding doors with the push of a button and here they were. Drake was on low in the background creating the perfect vibe for what he knew would be a night of bliss.
“Do tell.”
He liked when she tried to talk to him using his accent. It was cute.
“I want you to dance for me.” He had been wanting to see her in action.
She was surprised to hear that yet turned on because she would be giving him the performance of a lifetime.
“Oh really? You want a private show?”
He nodded his head. “Yeah, like I’m a big money tipper.”
He wasn’t playing either.
“You know big money mean hundreds only. No ones.”
“Do I look like a nigga that walk around with dollar bills in my pocket?” he asked her, cockily.
“It’s a lot that I don’t know about you, sir.”
“Dance for me and I’ll show you what a real big money tipper looks like.”
He pulled the blunt that he rolled before she arrived from behind his ear and lit it, so smoothly. She watched him with lust in her eyes.
“Come on baby.” It was getting late and he was ready to tear into her ass, but he also wanted to take his precious time.
Mahogany slid off the lounger.
“I didn’t bring nothing to dance in.”
He shook his head.” You don’t need that shit and throw it all away. We’ll go to La Perla this weekend. Oh, my homie has a lingerie line. You ever heard of PURE?”
“You know Nia Hudson?”
Porter smiled. “Yeah, that’s my good friend. you like her?”
“Do I? She’s from the hood…man, real motivation.” Her eyes glimmered with hope.
“That can be you. Hard work baby, that’s all it takes. What’s your dream?” this wasn’t his first time asking her that and she never gave him an answer.
“To make you happy,” she chuckled. The wine had her feeling good. When she told him that she wanted more Patron, he handed her wine instead.
“Wine drunk is a whole ‘nother mood,” was his response as she frowned her face up at the beverage.
And now, she was feeling it.
“Nah, that’s not your dream. It’s not hard to make me happy. Aside from all of this, I’m a simple man. I want to make you happy. Don’t you worry about me. But we’ll get into that. Take them clothes off.” He pulled on the blunt and inhaled the gelato, a potent strain of marijuana.
The wind was blowing a little bit too much.
“Out here?” she asked, looking over her shoulder
“Yep, we living out my fantasies.”
He turned the music up to give her a boost of confidence.
“You think people watching us?” she had so many questions.
“All the way up here? No.” Quite frankly, he wouldn’t give a damn if they were watching or not. She was fine as shit.
“Okay.” She removed her jacket and took off her shoes.
At what seemed like the right time, In The Morning by Drake and J. Cole came on and she loved this song.
“…Baby you summer time fine.” She snapped her fingers as she continued to slowly remove her clothing.
Porter and Drake were good friends, more like brothers, if you asked him. He vibed to the music as he drank his wine and smoked his weed. He had a bad yellow bone getting naked on his balcony. Life was good. He was finally seeing better days.
The pale pink bra and panty set was cute. It matched, and he was thankful. He hated when girls didn’t wear the same color bra and panties or when they didn’t get the same color on the fingers and toes. That shit was so
tacky to him.
“Damn baby,” he whispered as she turned around slowly.
She smiled, although he couldn’t see her blushing.
Mahogany moved to the beat and tilted her neck, massing her collar bone as her bottom did its own thing. Every time she heard the drum, she bounced, popped and locked. When she finally faced him again, she managed to remove her bra and he was in awe of how beautiful her breasts were. She had to have gotten them done. P would know because he had paid for plenty of titties in his line of work. They were perky and sitting up too right. Her nipples were dark and puffy, he couldn’t wait to lick em.
Mahogany danced and gyrated. She twerked and touched all over herself; never taking her eyes off Porter. She saw his penis rise to the occasion in the grey basketball shorts he had on and smiled.
He motioned for her to come closer as he moved himself to the edge of the chair. She waltzed to him and then turned around and bent over. Pushing her cheeks all in his face, rubbing them against her beard. His drunk ass bit into her ass. “Ouch,” she yipped loudly.
Mahogany touched her toes, bucked her knee a tad and shook what her mama gave her.
“Baby.” Porter was enjoying the lap dance. He stood up and moved her booty to where his erection was. His hands stayed on her hips and she danced against him.
“Hmmmm...” she moaned as he moved with her, thrusting himself into her.
“Feel me?”
She nodded her head up and down, keeping the rhythm of the beat. His hands met her breasts and squeezed em. Foreplay was next. He had been waiting on this moment for far too long.
Porter bent her over, causing her arms to flail over the balcony. The metal was cold, and it caused a tinge of electricity to shoot through her body.
“Stay right there.” The tone he was using was husky and raspy at the same damn time and it had her turned on to the max.
Before he walked away, he kissed her exposed bare back.
A minute had passed, and she was arched and ass in the air, thinking, where did he go?
“P?” she called out, feeling stupid.
“Had to find a rubber,” he filled her in, knowing she was wondering where he disappeared to.
He kissed her shoulder. “Thought I told you to stay how you was.” He smacked her butt and moved her panties to the side. Gently pushing his finger into her wet, warm, folds.
That motherfucker was tight. Real tight.
“How long it’s been, Mahogany?”
Why did he always have to say his name the way he did?
So tempting. Sultry. Exotic. Poetic.
Like it was the only name that he knew.
Like….it was the only word in his vocabulary.
Porter had her head gone and he had barely touched her. She knew she needed to brace herself.
“Five years,” she muttered as her eyes fluttered opened and close rapidly. He was moving that one fuckin’ manicured finger in and out of her, loosening her walls.
Porter gave her clear instructions, “Use them muscles and squeeze that shit, baby.”
“Breathe babe, breathe.” He wanted her to control that shit. She could only cum when it became unbearable to hold it back, that’s how you maximized an orgasm. Years of being with an older woman had taught him a slew of things. Porter was experienced in the bedroom.
She had begun to whimper, moan, and pant.
“Hmmmmm….”
Mahogany was riding his finger.
He was deep inside of her, from the back at that.
Fuck was this nigga doing?
He kissed her neck and back, never taking that finger out of her.
“Porter…” She felt her body convulsing. Her body began to shake, and her legs shivered. Her bottom lip quivered.
“P...”
He didn’t talk. For now, his focus was juicing her up. Preparing her for his entrance. A grand entrance it would be. His dick was thick and long. He knew that he could do damage to her forbidden insides since it had been so long since she had been penetrated. Foreplay was his greeting. It was a formal introduction of what to expect. This was the warm-up of what to expect when you fucked with a nigga that aimed to please. No longer would she have to chase a nut. The nut would chase her. Gone were the days of her being with a selfish man. Porter would always aim to please her. Another perk of fuckin with a real nigga. A grown man.
First nut. Accomplished. She was sweating, and it wasn’t hot outside. Her legs were shaking seconds after she had ridden that wave. He had assaulted her insides with the use of one god-damn motion. Mahogany was too embarrassed to face him. She was honestly, still trying to catch her breath. She felt her essence being smeared between her lady lips as she tried to get her legs to stop moving as if she was having a seizure.
He pulled out of her and licked his finger, hungrily and sloppily.
“You taste…like peaches.”
η
The next day, she only woke up because she felt something moving in the bed. Thinking to herself, did he have a dog? All that noise they made last night, she didn’t hear anything bark. Mahogany was spent as fuck. Her mouth was dry. Hair disheveled. Pussy aching and here this man was...finding his way in between her legs once more.
“How are you up right now?” She could only guess on the time. They didn’t fall out in the floor until after five in the morning and when she woke up she was in the bed.
“I barely sleep,” he admitted as he pushed her legs up. They were aching and him stretching them only made them hurt her more. Porter had her bent like a pretzel last night. Gone were the only two positions she knew. Well, three. Hitting it from the back, which he did for what seemed like hours, riding him like a cowgirl was when she got the most out of him vocally. Missionary was her favorite. Kissing him passionately, staring into his eyes, moaning loudly in his ear…that shit was nice. He loved eating her pussy. He expressed this to her throughout the multiple rounds he took her on.
“This is the best pussy I ever had. It’s all mine, Mahogany.”
She closed her eyes as his tongued looped her clit and pulled on it. He smacked on her loudly. Breakfast. This was his damn breakfast. Served hot and ready.
Somehow, her hands landed on his head and she was pushing him further into her honey pot.
“Porter,” she was whimpering. The more she called his name, the harder he went. She learned that last night.
He was trying to touch her belly button.
She sat up in the bed and looked down as she panted. He was licking, slurping, smacking, snacking, and giving her everything he had.
“DAMN!” she screamed as she humped his face.
When she told him that she was cumming, he hopped up and slid into her. She saw the protection and respected the fact that he sheathed himself every time he got into her.
“Bae,” he called her name as he went in and out, slowly.
His eyes were closed. She fell back on the pillows and enjoyed the feeling.
This man was so blessed it was ridiculous. She searched for a flaw last night and couldn’t find not one. Usually, it was that one thing that turned her off, but no, P was perfect. Even his feet were pretty. His teeth were perfect. His hands weren’t rusty or hard. His dick was gorgeous. It could literally be put on full display in a museum. She searched him high and low for a scar, for something to make her be like, “Eww…”
Nothing at all.
She was in love.
“I. Can’t. Take. Anymore,” she admitted to him as he gently pushed her over on her side and he slid back into her from an angled position.
“We’re not quitters, baby.” He was groaning as he sped up his pace a tad.
The sight of her ass slamming into him rapidly is what got him off.
This girl was…a freak.
Whether he pulled it out of her not, he didn’t know or care. He had left his mark on her last night and another nigga would never ever have her again.
Her body was made for him.
Porter was
sprung.
He tried to give her an hour of sleep but couldn’t. His tongue salivated at the thought. he wanted her pussy on his lips. She hadn’t really slept much, and he saw her eyes growing heavy. Baby was tired.
“Ima put you to bed,” he promised as he stroked her middle. He reached over her waist and toyed with her clit as he fucked her. She was puffy, he could feel it.
Porter made himself cum early, so he could let her rest. When he released in the condom, he pulled out right as she began to yawn.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized.
He shook his head as he caught his breath. “Don’t be.”
Once he regained control of his breathing, he got up and went to start the shower. She already drifted off to sleep when he returned for her.
“I’ll bathe when I get up,” she whined.
“Come on.” He wanted her to shower while he changed the sheets. These were completely soiled. She had cum all over em, on every edge of the bed he made her release.
“Okay.” Mahogany limped to the shower and he felt bad for her, but they both needed it.
He swapped out the sheets and left her one of his t-shirts to change.
“I’m in my office if you need me,” he called out to her before closing the door. He had a conference call that he couldn’t miss.
Porter planned on showering as soon as he was done and then would order some breakfast, although he figured she would be sleep be for a while.
Soon as the sun came up, she called her brother to check on Reem, then they went right back to fucking as soon as she ended the call.
They had been at it for hours.
He was walking like a new nigga. That’s what good sex did to you and Mahogany was the best he ever had. It could be the way she had no problem submitting to him. Whatever he told her to do, she did it. She revealed another side of her to him last night and he was elated. Gone was that snappy mouth and attitude. She joked as he hit her from the back, “Only when you fucking me…” Letting him know that she was still who she was. She gave him full reign. No parts of her body had been left untouched. He had her walking like that because he had taken full advantage of her frame.
The call had already started before he hopped on. After he made himself known, he muted the phone, placing it on speaker as he reclined his head to close his eyes for a second…last night was a movie.