by Xyla Turner
“I would if you even remotely meant that,” I answered.
“Well then, shut up and fuck me.”
“You’re trying to make this about sex.” I sighed. “Fine, you want sex. You get it from me, you got it.”
“Don’t tell me where to get sex.” She countered.
“I will spank that luscious ass of yours if you don’t stop baiting me. I told you, from me only.” I grabbed her wrist and put them above her head.
“What are you waiting for, then?” she smirked.
My right hand circled around her extended neck. She wanted it! Sliding my hand down, I lifted my body up a little, so I could rip that flimsy shirt in half. Her wrists, held by my left hand, were still above her head, so I used my right hand to tear off her bra and bite on her brown nipples that were puckered for me. She moaned low and long. Cupping her breast, I nipped my way up to her neck, where I sucked on every inch of it, leaving small bruises. I was fucking marking my territory like an animal. I did not give one fuck. I planned to leave them all over her body.
She continued to moan as I ravished her body with my lips, teeth and pressing my hard cock into her center. For the past two weeks, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was crazy to think I’d let her go now.
“Zaaacchh,” She moaned.
“Love?”
“Stop playing and do it already.”
“We need to talk.” I said, before I let her arms go and twirled my tongue around her soft belly button.
It was pierced with a dangling crown jewel. This was not there before and it was not a new piercing.
“Fuck talking.” She tried to raise her upper body up, but I kept her down.
Come on,” she whined.
“Shhh,” I peeped my head up for a second.
Adjusting her belt, I tried to drag her pants down, but the zipper was stuck.
“Don’t rip my favorite jeans,” she scolded.
I looked up, grabbed onto both sides of her jeans and did exactly what she told me not to do: Ripped them. She yelped and tackled me on the bed. Her feistiness was such a turn-on. I let her pin my arms to the bed and lay there while she straddled me.
“Didn’t I just say, d-don’t rip my jeans.” She shook her head. “They were my favorite pair.”
“I’ll buy you ten more pairs.”
“I don’t need you to buy me ten more pairs, I liked that pair.” She breathed. “What are we doing? I do not like you. You just left.”
Her grip loosened, so I took control because this was about to go south. “I’m here now.” I cupped her chin. “Look at me,” I commanded. “Love, I’m here now.”
My lips caressed her nose, her lips, and then I nipped her chin. Quickly turning the tables around, I hovered over her then pulled her ripped jeans and panties off her body.
“Spread for me, Love.” I whispered to her neatly trimmed, wet pussy.
Immediately latching on to her little nub, she put her hands in my hair to guide my movements. Sucking harder on her clit caused her to scream and tighten her grip on my hair. I moved her hands so I could pin them down on the bed as I kissed my way back up to her. Kneeling over her, I took my shirt off and unbuckled my pants. Her hands were loose, so she grabbed at my briefs, roughly pulling them down. I’d need to tie her hands down.
Grabbing her by her wrist, I placed her hands back on the bed. “I’m going to tie you down.”
She writhed under me, “I’d rather you fuck me.”
“I will, but I’d rather see you tied up like a present for me as I fuck you.”
With lust filled eyes, she stopped moving and licked her lips.
“You like that, Love?” I asked.
She groaned and I knew she did not want to admit it, but that she would go along if I attempted. Such a prude and a vixen wrapped in one. Tank always said that’s what you want - the librarian and the stripper. She was proving to be both, but how do I address the dilemma of zhays? Which of her personalities ruled her?
“Zaacchhh,” she moaned. “Come on!”
I entered her in that moment, causing her to gasp. When she finally released the air from her lungs, her eyes were half-masked and her cheeks were rosy. Even with her russet skin tone, when she was embarrassed or aroused, her cheeks would turn a pink hue, just like her ass after I spanked her.
When she adjusted to my size, I started to move in and out of her. “Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.”
She locked her fingers around my neck and looked up at me with complete submission. She was giving me her trust. I was not sure what was going on, but it felt so surreal. I was deep in her hot channel, elbows near her head, our nose inches from each other, but that look just floored me.
“What’s the matter, Zach?” she purred.
Pulling me down, she kissed me softly. Caressing each of my lips with her own. At first I let her do her thing, I was still reeling from the look she gave me, but more importantly, the tightening feeling around my chest. Her tongue entered my mouth, causing me to come back to the present. I took over the kiss, nibbling on her lips, entering her mouth with my tongue as she started to do what I loved; sucked on it, like it was a piece of taffy. She moaned, which caused me to start moving within her again.
“Love,” I moaned in her mouth.
She bit my bottom lip and moaned. I slammed down on her mouth again, only this time the kiss was harder. My hips started to rock deeper between her legs. She let go of my lip and growled through her teeth. Latching on to her ear, I nibbled until she pulled my hair when I hit her spot.
“Yeess, right there.” She screamed. “Right thereee.”
Groaning in her ear, I grabbed her hair and slammed my way home.
“Fuck,” she screamed. “I’m about to cum.”
Immediately, I stopped moving and pulled her up with me as I pushed us to the closet door.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
“You trust me?” I asked, with only her staring at me.
“You trust me,” I answered for her, then pulled her, so she was facing the mirror.
“Legs spread, left palm on the mirror, and the right touching yourself.”
Using my foot to spread her legs wider so I could access my prize, I slid into her from the back, causing her to gasp as she extended her ass out to me. I slapped it as I started to stroke inside of her.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” I grinded through my teeth. “Look.”
Turning our bodies so she could see me in the mirror as I was fucking her from behind must have sent her over the edge. She stopped rubbing her clit and held on to the door while I sped up my thrust.
“Yeeesss,” she screamed. “Take it.”
Oh God.
I pulled her up so her back was in my chest and my hand cupping her big, luscious breast.
“Mine, you hear me?” I growled in her ear. “Fucking mine.”
“Fuuucck,” she moaned again, right before she started jerking. “I’m coming.”
“Say it,” I bit her ear, “Say it’s mine.”
“Ahhh,” she kept jerking as I squeezed her nipples to add to the sensation.
“It’s yours.”
Two more hard thrusts and I came in her tight, sweet pussy. We both almost collapsed when I pulled out, but I was able to guide her back to the bed.
“Oh my God,” Lauren’s voice was shaking.
“What?” I asked.
“You are fucking incredible.” Her words slurred, she was fading.
Laughing at her candor, I pulled her close to me so she was in my arms.
“I love your laugh,” her voice low. “You don’t laugh enoughhhh.”
“Only with you,” I mumble in her soft afro.
Kissing her on the neck where I saw my bruises, I realized I couldn’t pull her any closer without smothering her to death. Remembering to keep that in check from last time, I loosened my grip on her, but nestled into her neck. Closing my eyes, I realized that I wanted to be here like this wit
h her for more than tonight.
What in the fuck was happening to me?
I swear she must have cast a spell because I was thinking about what to fix for her in the morning or if I should take her to breakfast.
Fuck it. If Tank were here, he’d kick my ass for not taking this to the next level. He’d also give me shit for claiming a woman. He would not be surprised that she was black, as he always said I’d end up with a black woman, though I dated all types of women. I only wanted to keep this woman. She was mine.
******
“OH SHIT!”
What the fuck was that?
Quickly turning over, I realized that Lauren was not in bed. The lights were off, but the door to the bedroom was ajar. She must be in the kitchen or restroom. Feet were moving, but I could not tell if it was one pair or more. My gun was in my truck, and I figured I would have to use hand-to-hand combat, in case she was in danger. Sliding against the walls, I saw the light was on in the bathroom.
“Lauren?” I called.
“Uh, yeah. I’m okay. Sorry.”
“What’s going on, open up?” I stood outside the door.
“Uh, give me a second,” she replied.
“Lauren, now.”
The door knob wasn’t locked, so I turned it and went inside. She was sitting on the side of the porcelain tub with her head in her hands.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Tears were in her eyes. “We did not use protection.”
I ran my hands through my hair, “Last time you were on birth control! Do you have something?”
“No, I don’t have anything,” she kept shaking her head. “I didn’t go for my shot last week because I wasn’t feeling like myself.”
“Love,” I closed the distance between us. “It’ll be fine.”
Pulling her off the tub, I cupped her face while wiping her tears with my thumbs.
“This never happens. I’m not sure what I was thinking, and I’m always so good about this,” she started to ramble.
“Love, it's fine. Come back to bed with me and later this morning we’ll get some breakfast then go to the pharmacy so you can get the morning after pill.”
“I can’t take pills,” She cried.
Soothing her, I said, “Calm down. I know how you can take them without knowing.”
“How?” she asked.
“You’ll see.” I kissed her nose, “Now come back to bed. I’ll take care of everything.”
She nodded her head, causing her afro to move all over the place. It was cute on her. I realized I loved her fro. After we both had crawled back in bed, she turned to face me and said, “Are you clean?”
“Yes, I have my bill of health from a few weeks ago. I will bring it with me tomorrow.” I said without thinking.
I was already making plans for tomorrow with her?
Oh shit.
“Okay,” she breathed deeply. “I need to have mine updated, but I never have unprotected sex, so I should be good.”
“Why are you so freaked out?” I moved her hair out of her face.
She sighed, “Sorry you had to see that. I just -”
She exhaled, “My father died a few years ago from AIDS, so I get freaked out about stuff like that.”
Damn.
After she had made the shocking statement, it was like she put her shield back up with me. She even tried to move away from me, but I stopped that. Wrapping my hands around her neck, I halted her movements and pulled her back towards me so our noses were touching.
“Sorry to hear that about your dad.” I whispered against her lips.
“Thanks.”
“Your mom?” I asked.
“She was not affected and had stopped sleeping with him a long time before that,” She told me.
There was something else there, but now did not seem like the time.
“I see why you get freaked. We are good. I’ll take care of everything, okay.”
“Yeah,” she responded.
“No, I mean it Lauren,” rubbing my thumb across her eyebrow. “I got you. Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know that I should,” She answered honestly.
“You will.”
*****
The next morning was fast paced because I was scheduled to be at work, but Lauren and this situation came first. We went to breakfast at Sal’s because they served the best chicken and waffles in the county. She was a little apprehensive to go back there, but after I had explained that she was some sort of legend, she acquiesced. The manager came up to her, raving about how she pounded the girl’s head over the table and how he wished he got that on camera. She did not share his sentiments, as she was very grateful that it was not recorded. She told me this after he left.
Lauren was quiet throughout the meal; I assumed she was still reeling from the scare last night. Once we finished eating, our journey to the CVS was also in silence, until I had enough.
“Are you alright?” I inquired.
“I will be okay, just wrapping my mind around everything that has happened.” She kept her head forward.
“I see.”
“I am concerned about taking this pill.”
“Love,” I put my truck in park. “I’ve got this.”
“Okay,” she shrugged her shoulders.
***
Once we arrived back to her condo, I grabbed some water, a knife and some paper towels. Her hair, which was normally all over the place, was in a neat bushy ponytail that made her eyes look slanted. Those deep brown eyes already captured my attention, but with her hair pulled back, it put her entire face on display. She was simply beautiful.
“Come here,” I called to her.
She turned from her computer to look at me, “What’s up?”
“We need to take the pill.”
“We?” she quipped.
“We are doing this together, so yeah, we.”
She got up and came to me, “I’m telling you Zach, if I gag, throw up or die, it will be all your fault.”
“A little dramatic…”
“I get it, honestly.”
She stood in front of the couch, beside my right knee. I moved my leg so she could stand in between mine. As I unbuckled her jeans, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you think now is the time for hanky panky?”
The woman was funny.
“No, this is the part where you will take the pill.”
“What?” She tried to step away. “It won’t work if you shove it up my woman parts.”
I erupted in laughter.
“Love,” my hands rested on both of her hips. “Trust me.”
Her breath reached my face, as she exhaled her acceptance. Once her jeans were off, I pulled her down on my lap and opened the bag.
“Lie back and close your eyes.”
She exhaled deeply again but obeyed me. I opened the bag that I brought from Sal’s and CVS. With the knife, I cut up the pill into tiny pieces. The blueberry muffin that I bought from Sal’s was topped with a glazed crust. They were very good, but when I saw that she had blueberry muffin mix in her pantry, I figured this could be the ticket. Just in case, I planned to seduce her to take the pill. I broke the muffin up into bite-sized bits and embedded the cut pieces of the pills within them.
Lauren’s head was on the arm of the chair, while her bottom lay on my thigh. As I opened her blouse, I whispered, “Trust me, love.”
She inhaled and exhaled again as I pulled her bra down to reveal her nipples that were playing hide and seek under the lace. The brown circles surrounding them were big and inviting. They were made to be sucked and nibbled on until they were nice and erect. Perfect. Leaning down, I wrapped my lips around one and squeezed the other, as my thumb rubbed the nipple. Lauren moaned, arched her back so I could grab more. Looking up at her, I saw her bronze lips were slightly parted, showing the tops of her straight white teeth. Her lashes rested on her cheeks, displaying the light tint of golden eye shadow. She looked like an angel, laid out just for m
e.
“Open your mouth,” I tell her.
Sticking my index and middle finger in her mouth, those soft lips moistened the pads of my calloused skin. Using her tongue to draw them further in, she started to suck on them, further driving me crazy. I nipped her nipple, which produced a yelp from her. Lifting my head, I withdrew my fingers and grabbed a piece of the muffin to place in her mouth. Her brows came together at first, but after a taste, she chewed willingly. Using my other hand, putting them down her panties, I rubbed her nub in tiny circles until she moaned while feeding her another piece of the muffin. She inhaled it because her breathing was labored as a result of what I was doing to her sweet pussy. I repeated this a few more times, but the last time, I rubbed faster, until she grabbed on to my shirt and came all over my hand with a loud scream.
Crumbs were all over her mouth, her breast, and neck. As she calmed down, I lapped up each piece with my tongue. The entire muffin was gone. She had taken the pills and had an orgasm all in one.
“You can open your eyes now,” I told her.
They fluttered open and focused on me, “Wow!” she breathed. “Now how are you going to get me to take the pill?”
“You already did.” I licked my fingers.
“Huh?” she asked.
“It was in the muffin,” I explained.
“Oh, wow.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “You are just full of surprises. Very clever.”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling herself up to straddle me.
A grunt escaped my mouth as her hooded eyes landed on mine. I wanted to take her, wanted to make sure she knew, but we had that “thing” looming over us. She hated me and what I wrote, yet she did not know. I should have cared, but as she started to rock on me, it escaped my mind.
“Love,” I breathed, “You think we should chill for now?”
“What?!” She exclaimed.
“After this morning, after the way we ended things. That wasn’t really resolved.”
She stopped rocking and looked at me. “What is there to resolve?” She asked with curiosity. “You know Z. Hays, I’m assuming, and you didn’t admit it.”
“No, I told you I heard of him.” I clarified.
“Fine, so you like his work?” She asked, but tried to get off of me. I held her firmly on my lap.