by Nako
He gave her only a few seconds to pull it together after he made her cum by use of his index finger.
“Give me a kiss.” He wanted her to taste herself. She was delectable.
“Hmmmm,” Mahogany moaned against his lips. Licking the corners of his mouth, hungrily, as if she had came there.
“I’m going to make you clean me off next time,” he told her as he rubbed her booty.
They hugged, and she pushed herself closer to him, silently letting him know that she wanted him and was ready if he was.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He was a verbal man. He couldn’t read between the lines when it came to pleasing a woman.
Her head hung low as she tried to grab at his hardness, but he kept moving out of her way.
“Nah, you’re grown. Speak up,” he commanded.
“I want to do whatever you want to do,” she said sheepishly.
He scratched his full beard. “Shit, I want to do a lot of things. I want to pick you up and fuck you against the wall. I want you to ride me. I wanna lift one of your legs and put it behind your head while I watch you nut all over my dick. It’s a lot…where should we start?”
She dropped to her knees, pulling his shorts down along with his Armani boxers.
“Oh well, yeah, I want this too.” How could he forget about some mouth-watering head?
He hoped she knew what she was doing and could handle his package. Porter should’ve never under estimated her. The pussy was perfect and the head…was magnificent. Her mouth fit his penis like a hot glove on a stormy winter day in the beginning of winter. She greeted him with kisses from the top of the mushroom head to the low of his shaft. Tongue kissing his balls was what forced him to collapse against the lounger. Moaning and taking him down her throat led to his toes curling and when she didn’t stop when he told her he was nearing his release, made her a champion in his eyes.
She gave him her best. He felt her energy. She wanted to please him and a woman that aimed to satisfy the man she was with deserved orgasms back-to-back and once he came to his senses.
“Take them panties off.” He snatched her lil ass up.
She did it swiftly, not needing any more instructions. Mahogany knew how to take and ride dick. And boy, did she send him in overdrive.
Her cheeks landed into his lap over and again as she rode him.
He watched her take her time going up and down, breaking herself in as he got comfortable inside her gushiness. She was coating his dick with her cream within minutes of being on top.
Her breasts were plump, and he devoured them as she wrapped her arms around his neck and used his shoulders for physical support as she gyrated her hips.
“Right fucking there,” he hissed.
He opened her butt cheeks, so he could hit them guts as she rode him. She was hitting his spot, and he didn’t even know he had one. His eyes closed as he held onto his bottom lip, refusing to scream out her name like a lil’ bitch.
Mahogany rode him slowly. Getting hers, while she made sure he was satisfied as well.
“You feel that dick?” he had to ask. His ego hadn’t been stroked in so long.
“Do I?” she purred. Smiling lightly as she opened her eyes.
She kissed him in the mouth, intensifying what was taking place between them.
Porter was ready to gain control again. She had damn near took em down twice.
He stood up with his dick still pulsating on the inside of her, walked over to the sliding door of the balcony and slammed her back on to it.
“Porter.”
He ignored her and stuck his tongue in her mouth, as he gave her the business up against that cold glass door.
“Aww fuck!” she wasn’t trying to be loud, not knowing that the louder she was gave him the fuel to give it to her harder.
“This dick good to you, baby?”
Her head bobbled around as she tried to keep up with the pace he was on.
Mahogany felt challenged as his balls slapped against the bottom of her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned even louder and there it was.
The dam broke and his dick grew a lil harder, lil thicker…even longer, or at least that’s what it felt like.
“Baby shit, baby…this motherfucker is leaking-leaking.”
She didn’t even know she was cumming. She felt it, but shit, he was like in awe of whatever was happening down there.
Porter put her down, but this wasn’t a break. He went in between her legs, lifting one of those thick thighs in the air and began to feast on her like it was his last meal.
Which was better? She tried to think quickly. The head or the dick? He was good at both, yes indeed.
She rested her head against the glass as he fucked her up with his mouth.
“Porter…” Any minute now, her voice would be hoarse.
He removed the condom that she didn’t even know he had on as he stood to his feet.
“Come on.”
They walked back into the house, side-by-side.
“Damn, right here.” He moved the mail and other important docs that were on his dining room table and bent her over…right at the corner of the table.
“Here?” she wanted to be sure.
He moaned, “Hmm hmm,” as he rubbed her booty, smoothly.
She arched her back and turned to look at him for confirmation, “Like this?”
The cute little school girl virgin act she was giving him made his balls jump.
He nodded his head, “Yes.”
She smiled and from there it was on, well into the night.
η
They were having lunch in the bar since she had to be leaving soon and he asked her to eat with him before she left, promising that it was his last request before he let her go. Over shrimp tacos, spinach dip, and calamari, he asked her a million questions and she happily answered every one of them. She was glowing too. Hadn’t stopped smiling since they dressed to come down to grab food.
“What movie are y’all going to see?” he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m sure I’ll end up falling asleep.” She laughed lightly. Mahogany was super tired. Sleep didn’t really take place last night or this morning for that matter. After Porter finished his conference call and showered, he found his way in between her legs once more.
“How often do y’all get out?” he was only making conversation. Wanting her to feel comfortable to talk to him about her life. Her personal issues and things of that nature. This wasn’t just sex.
“I can do better with taking him places. I want my boy to be able to say, ‘oh my mama took me there’ when he gets older,” she openly admitted to him.
“I feel you.”
Kim had always been adamant about the children knowing how to migrate through life. Who would’ve known their little lives would’ve ended so soon? They hadn’t even touched the surface of everything that life had to offer.
At the thought of them, he told her, “You should get going.” He took a glance at the time on his Audemar.
“Right. Let me go.” She stood up to leave and he hugged her from where he sat.
“Enjoy the rest of your day, Ms. Sinclair.”
She blushed and nodded her head. “You too.”
When she got in her truck, she thanked the valet then reached into her purse to look for some more loose bills, not caring that P told her they didn’t need to be tipped. She couldn’t help it.
“One second, sir,” she told him, kindly.
She ran her fingers across something that felt super hard and it couldn’t have been her gun because she left it at home.
“What the hell?”
Mahogany pulled her purse to her and opened it, looking inside to see what it was.
A manila envelope folded up with a rubber band, small handwriting in the corner read out to say, “big money tipper,”
What would’ve impressed the next chick didn’t do it for her.
She
let the valet know that she left something and was coming right back.
Mahogany marched into the bar and he was on the phone when she approached him. She slapped the money on the countertop, causing him to look at her with wondering eyes. He thought she was long gone by now.
“Don’t disrespect me like that ever again. I’m not that bitch,” she tried to keep her voice to a level where only he heard her, but shit, the bar wasn’t empty as it was last night. And quite frankly, she didn’t give a fuck.
Porter hung the phone up and hopped off the barstool.
“Let me holler at you real quick,” he snatched her arm up and pulled her to the side of the lobby where no one was.
“Porter, don’t grab me like that no more,” she warned him.
“Why would you come in here on that bullshit? You could’ve texted me that and what’s the issue? We were joking about it last night.”
He had given her about ten thousand dollars. It wasn’t no real money.
“You paid me for fucking you.” Her eyes zoned in on him and he saw that she was…hurt.
Incredibly taken aback, he apologized immediately, “I would never pay for pussy, first of all. Secondly, I apologize for insulting you.” He was sincere.
“You already bought the truck. I don’t want anything from you. P, I like you for you. You can lose everything you have, and I’ll still come lay with you. Don’t try to buy me. I’m not for sale.”
“I’m a man, I have money. I’m not going to treat you like some regular chick because I don’t feel that way about you,” he admitted.
He wasn’t getting it and she had to go. Her baby was waiting on her.
“Here.” He pushed the money into her hands and she shook her head.
“No.”
“Give it to Kareem, early birthday gift,” he tried again.
Mahogany felt horrible. She wanted him to take her serious. She had to get her money up, so he could view her as his equal.
“I don’t tell you things for you to give to me money. You said you wanted us to get to know each other better, P. I don’t want or need your help.”
He wasn’t trying to hear none of that. “Stop thinking so hard,” he spoke as he leaned forward to place a kiss her on her forehead, then her nose, and lastly, her lips. “I enjoyed you.”
She closed her eyes. “Me too.”
Last night and hell, this morning was all on her mind. He had given her body more than tune-up and oil change. Porter switched the engines out.
“Let me love you.”
Love?
Mahogany was going to melt. “Okay,” that was all she could say in response. He made it hard to argue with him.
“I’m going to walk you out, I need to get to the office.” He had some things to catch up on and since she had made plans with her kid he would get to work.
She followed behind him like a lost pup.
He helped her into the truck. “You make it look good,” he referenced the vehicle.
“This is my baby,” she cooed.
He was jealous. “I’m your baby,” he corrected her.
She blushed. “You too.”
Porter closed her door. “Give me a kiss,” he commanded.
He couldn’t get enough of her and hoped that she had time in her schedule for him this week. She had mentioned over lunch that she was picking up all the shifts that she could because her son’s birthday was coming up and he had a long list of things that he wanted. She hated to disappoint him or her brother and had always made it happen on their born day. Which was another reason he gave her the stack of bills.
They shared a quick one and she promised him that she’d hit him later.
“Be safe.” He tapped the hood of the trunk and went back into his building.
As he showered the sex from his body, he thought about her once more before pushing her to the back of his mind. He had a lot of damage control to do.
His first stop would be seeing Jillian and the twins, and then to see Burke, who managed to fuck up yet again. His job was never done, and this was the first time since he returned that he wished he would’ve stayed in France. Work was stressful, he was contemplating on selling his company to focus solely on managing artists and producing on the side. Porter had plenty of money, so it was no longer about that…which is what had him reconsidering his passion and his purpose. Life was short, and he wanted to only spend his time doing things that were beneficial to his soul and meaningful to his life.
C H A P T E R 11
What are you willing to do – Rihanna
“Say ‘Hey Uncle P’,” Jillian cooed to her babies as Porter held them both in his arms. Jillian still looked tired. She would need plenty of rest.
“Have you interviewed nannies yet?”
Brandon, her husband, looked at him. “For what?”
She pursed her lips together, really wishing that P wouldn’t have asked her that in front of him.
“We’ll talk about it later, babe.”
He dropped the subject, but there wouldn’t be no other woman raising his kids. Jill needed to quit working for Porter’s ass anyway. He couldn’t stand him.
“What’s been up?” She was happy that he stopped by. Not only did he bring more gifts for the kids, but he brought her balloons and a beautiful bouquet of roses. He explained to her that white represents new and since she had pushed life into the world, two lives at that, he had double the roses.
Brandon felt like an idiot because he didn’t think to get her a push gift.
He was tired too, shit. Her labor was hard and excruciating, as if it was his body being ripped apart.
“Work, work, and more work.” He was still in heavy debate about selling his company or passing it down. With Burke leaving things in shambles and him working so hard to repair the damage, he wondered was that the right decision at this time. Porter had so much to consider, including stocks and the contracts that people made strictly because he promised to spearhead their projects. He was a man of his word.
“You look tired.” She noticed everything about him, which was another thing that her husband hated.
“Yeah, long night.” He tried to conceal the smile but couldn’t.
Jillian probed, “The girl with the shady background?”
“You went through the file?”
“Uh, I surely did. I want you to be careful.”
She didn’t know if he was lonely and wanted anybody, but he could do better.
The girl was cute, but she wasn’t all that. Kim was cuter, hell, even she was finer than the girl. The chick gave her Yung Miami from the new rap group vibes. With that long ass rap sheet, she knew that she wasn’t the one for her boss.
Jillian was hating.
“She may try to take your money or something I don’t know.” She tried to sound like she wasn’t that concerned, but she really was.
“Nah, she a good girl.” His tone was short, so she let it go.
“Ooh, they’re looking at you,” she smiled.
Porter wasn’t feeling the way Brandon was staring at him, so he handed the babies back to their mama.
“I’ll slide through the crib once you’re discharged.” He wasn’t even there fifteen minutes.
“You just got here,” she whined.
“Duty calls. I got a busy day, big head.”
She couldn’t wait to get back in the hustle and bustle of work.
“Alright. Well I’ll send pictures.” She was going to be that mama and didn’t care at all. Her social media would be flooded with the twins, she warned her followers prior to her going in labor. Aside from being successful in her career, becoming a mother was an amazing accomplishment and a lifelong dream.
“Okay.”
He didn’t bother saying goodbye to her husband. He knew that he didn’t fuck with him, so it was no point in not keeping it real.
“You sure you ain’t fuck him?” Brandon asked her randomly.
“Really?” She was trying to get her baby to
latch onto her nipple.
He wasn’t stupid, there was something there…. And something was telling him that it was more of his wife doing than P’s.
η
After a much-needed nap, she went to tell her baby to get dressed, but he was already ready.
“Oh wow, okay. Give me ten minutes,” she promised as she went back to her room to get dressed.
When they made it to the movies, he requested an Icee, hot dog, and popcorn.
“I was going to take you to get pizza after.”
He shook his head. “I’m hungry now.”
Genesis should’ve fed him this morning. She was so sick of his ass and didn’t understand why she had to stay on him about simple things. Mama wanted a life too, shit. The one night she spends away from home, he couldn’t even make sure Kareem ate.
“K, baby.” Mahogany spoiled her son and it had more to do with the guilt that plagued her about his horrible parents. She was all he knew. Eventually, he would grow older and there would come a time where she had to sit him down to tell him the awful truth. She prayed that he accepted it and didn’t hate her. It was something that she thought about often. He was getting so big, growing right before her eyes.
“You not hungry?”
“Are you going to use your money to buy me something?” She batted her long eyelashes.
He shook his head, blushing.
“Aww that’s messed up man.” She folded her arms and playfully pouted.
He hated to upset her, which is why he always did the right thing at school. Kareem was a great kid.
“Okay, okay. I got five dollars. What you want?” He pulled the crumpled-up bill out of his pocket.
“Some M&Ms.” She would replace the money later, but she wanted him to get out of that only-child syndrome. She was teaching him to share and give.
“Thank you,” she said after they were seated.
“Love you, mama!” He then loaded his mouth up with the salty popcorn.
Mahogany couldn’t do nothing but smile. This was who she grinded hard for.
He was the highlight of her life. Although he wasn’t technically her biological child, she had loved him from the day he was born. She would gladly lay her life on the line for him. As long as she had breath in her body, he would be straight. It wasn’t a vow that she made to his raggedy daddy, her sorry ass ex, or his trifling mother.