“Apologize to Chinara, please,” Umaru said. “When is the wedding?”
“I don’t know exactly. We probably won’t have a wedding. Neither of us have a lot of people here that we’re that close to. It will just be a one-day decision to go to the courthouse and do it.”
I looked up at Chinara and winked at her. She smiled brightly at me, causing me to smile, too. Neither of us had veered away from one another last night. I could remember in my sleep that if I felt her getting away from me, I’d pull her back. Caressing her body in her sleep was everything… listening to her soft moans as I did so had me readier than ready. So, I eventually had to stop. Feeling her against me all night was soothing as hell. She didn’t wake up one time during the night. I knew that wine had her feeling lovely.
Chinara sat our plates on the table and I realized I’d been staring at her the entire time. Looking back at my phone, my mama was smiling and Umaru said, “You got it bad, bruh.”
I smiled slightly. He was right. Chinara had me tripping. Everything about her was perfect, from her thick, kinky-curly hair, to her suck-able toes.
Her fiery temperament and sensitivity.
Her innocence and dirty mouth.
Those perfect titties that adorned damn near black nipples only turned me on. Her ass was the perfect peach, giving me something to grab and fiend over. “Bad ain’t the word to describe it.”
He and Mama laughed, bringing my attention back to them. “Well, I have to go. Pretty Black warmed our lunch. I’ll talk to y’all later.”
“A’ight, bruh.”
“Okay, baby boy. Call back soon when Chinara isn’t there, so you can actually pay attention to us.”
They laughed and I did, too. That woman had me gone. “Okay. Bye.”
“Love you, Haji!”
“Love you, too, Ma.”
I ended the call and went to join Chinara at the table. “Your brother is an asshole.”
“Yep.”
“I’m gonna assume that was Kevin.”
“Yep. But enough about them. How yo’ poohnani feeling?”
“Good enough to give your anaconda another try.”
She sat on the table and spread her legs right next to my food. “Oh, you nasty, girl.”
Pulling her t-shirt off, those nipples of hers greeted me, so I went right to them to show them how much I loved them. Swirling my tongue around them, I gently pulled them into my mouth, making love to them, then licked my way to her neck and ear. Scooping her up, I made my way to the bedroom. I would have plunged in her shit raw otherwise. I couldn’t wait until the moment that I could.
Once we got to the room, I laid her on the bed and pulled her shorts off, only to see she wasn’t wearing underwear. I licked my lips, then slid my hand down my beard. “Did I unleash this in you?” Going to my knees, I asked, “Huh, fat mama? You like what daddy do to you?”
Pushing her legs wider, she moaned loudly as I whispered to her pussy, “I promise to take good care of you today, baby. Damn good care.”
I went in, swirling my tongue around my greatest inspiration and slurping up its affection for me as Chinara moaned and grabbed my head. “Hajiii… your head game is unfuckwithable. Shiiiit.”
That shit only propelled me forward, sucking that pussy like my life depended on it… like I would die without it. But it was soft, sensual, and tender enough to have her creaming on my lips and in my beard just that quickly. When her hips lifted and her legs had begun trembling, I knew the end was near. Blessing me with all that sweet nectar, I was ready to give her some tender loving.
As I stood, I slid my hands up her long-ass legs. I kissed her calf and gently bit it, then went to the back of her knees. Chinara damn near kicked me. “Oh fuck! What are you doing?”
“Just getting to know your sensitive spots, baby. That cool wit’chu?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, just continued to please her and show her things she had no clue about. I kissed, then licked it and made my way to her ankle. These long chocolate legs had my third leg ready for action. Walking around to the nightstand, I got a condom and was quickly about to strap up, but she’d turned over in the bed and grabbed my dick. “What’chu gon’ do with it?”
Her eyes lifted to mine as she extended her tongue. After licking the shaft and teasing my balls, she took my dick in my mouth, causing my head to drop back. She was better at it than I thought she would be. Stroking the bottom half of my dick, she sucked the upper half slowly, like she was savoring every moment of this. Moaning on my dick like it was a delicacy, soothing to her palate. Slowly sliding it out of her mouth, I growled, “Fuck!”
Sliding the condom on, I saw her tense up a bit. “Relax, Pretty Black. I promise I’m gon’ treat this pussy like porcelain.”
She exhaled as she closed her eyes and spread her legs for me. Dropping spit to her pussy, I gently eased the head in. “Oooh, Haji. Yes.”
I could feel her body relaxing as I stroked her. My dick was impatient as hell, wanting to be deep in her shit, but I knew what I had to do to get that pussy ready for me. Pushing in a little more, she was still good with that and I stroked her slowly, winding my dick into her as I gradually gave her more. I’d reached the halfway point without problems. That was the furthest I had gone last night before the issues started. Pushing a little past that, I held my position, letting her pussy get acquainted.
After doing that repeatedly, I began long stroking her, feeling her pussy grip me like it was happy I’d come to visit. It didn’t want me to leave. I only had about an inch more to get into her before I could be reckless in her shit. “Open your eyes, baby. Let me see your pleasure in them,” I said as I gently stroked her.
She slowly opened them staring at me as I filled her repeatedly. “Didn’t I tell you I was gon’ take care of you?”
“Yes… daddy… shiiiitt!”
I completely filled her and held my position, giving her time to accept all of me. Kissing her ear, then nibbling on her neck, I felt the tension leave her, then I began really long stroking that pussy. Giving her all my technique without hurting her was a relief. My dick was happy as shit now. I picked up my pace some and lifted her leg, letting her knee meet her shoulder. “Oh yeah, Chinara. This my shit forever, baby.”
“Haji…yes! Take it! It’s yours, baby!”
Her screams and the grip her pussy had on me had me about to cum quicker than I ever had. By far, the best pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. Turning her to her side, I reentered her, and she screamed, causing me to stop. “Don’t stop! Fuck!”
I pushed back inside of her, grateful that it was only her screams of passion. Giving it to her a little more roughly, caused a growl to leave me. I felt like a wild animal attacking its prey, not wanting to let it get away. Turning her again to her stomach, she arched her back perfectly, but I was sure to take it easy at first. “I see why you been keeping this pussy to yourself.”
Pulling out, I looked at the creaminess around her entry and wanted to shoot cum all over her ass. I rubbed the head of my latex-covered dick all over it, then pushed back inside of her and slapped her ass. When she began throwing that shit back at me, I knew I could fuck her up. Grabbing her hips, I lit into that pussy like I’d been wanting to since I first saw her. She screamed in ecstasy as she came all over my shaft. I had to slow down to see it coating me and that shit gave me chills. I leaned over her, straddling her legs with mine and fucked her senseless while gripping her hair.
This was the beginning of my insatiable desire for her, so I hoped she was ready to be like this every… fucking… day. Those damn screams had me sensitive as fuck, knowing that I was destroying her pussy so good. “Baby, a nigga ‘bout to cum. Fuck!”
“Give... it to… me! Ahh! Haji! I’m cumming, too, daddy!”
She came on me again, some of her juices leaking to the bed. The contracting of her shit took me over the edge. “Fuck!” I growled as I released the most powerful nut known to my body.
Yea
h, she was it. Nobody else compared and never would, on my soul.
12
Chinara
I didn’t know how I would function in this interview today. Verizon had finally called for a second interview and I couldn’t be happier. I didn’t tell Haji, because an interview didn’t mean I had the job. After I left the shower, I sent him a text. It had become habit to send him a text about ten a.m. just to say, thinking of you, baby. It was his first week back in over two weeks, and he’d been worn out. However, he wasn’t worn out enough not to kill my shit every night. I’d gotten so adjusted to him until I was begging him to hit me harder. Sometimes that shit brought tears to my eyes, but I was falling for his dick in a major way.
Besides that, he was a gentle soul, the total opposite of what I originally thought about him. I’d only been living with him a week, but it felt like I’d been knowing him for years. His persona was so laidback, I couldn’t imagine ever upsetting him again. After getting dressed an entire two hours early, I decided to finally call my family. My sister didn’t have an iPhone, so I couldn’t Facetime as Haji had done with his family and my parents didn’t have a phone at all. Since my sister still lived there, they believed they were fine without one.
I sent them two hundred dollars, but I didn’t think they’d received it just yet. I was still getting unemployment, but I didn’t have to spend a dime of it. Haji insisted that I use the card he gave me. As Daraja’s phone rang, I silently hoped she would answer. Just before I could hang up, I heard, “Pele o?”
“Hey, sis!”
“Chinara! We missed you so much! What’s been up?”
“Well, I met someone that’s been taking up quite a bit of my time.”
“Oooh,” she said, sounding like Megan thee Stallion.
I couldn’t help but laugh as she said, “Code for he’s been putting it down… blowing the back out… yeah?”
“Hush! Only for like the past week.”
“It’s about time! He must be really special.”
“He’s my fiancé, now.”
“Oh shit! How long have the two of you known each other?”
“A little over two months, maybe closer to three now.”
While I really didn’t start getting to know him until a week ago, that was what we told our family since that was when he’d first seen me. “Oh my God! This American man done came in and swept my almost nun-like sister off her feet! Three months, sis!”
I chuckled at her theatrics. “He’s not American. I mean, he’s a citizen but he isn’t from America.”
“Where the hell is he from?”
“He’s from Sierra Leone.”
“You got to be shitting me!”
I laughed loudly as she yelled for my parents. I could hear her practically running through the house. “Nara is engaged! And get this! Her fiancé is from Salone!”
I could hear my mama screaming in excitement, but my dad was extremely quiet. “Hi, Mama. Hi, Daddy.”
“Chinara! Engaged? I can’t believe it! Congratulations, baby!”
“Thank you, Mama.”
“Hello, daughter. How is your career going?”
“Not too good, Daddy. That’s why I haven’t called much. I didn’t want you to worry. I’m receiving unemployment benefits, but I have a job interview today. The radio station laid me off two months ago. But I’m grateful for Haji, because he stepped up at a time in my life where I didn’t know what to do.”
“What does he do for work?” my dad asked sternly.
“He’s a chemical engineer, Papa.”
“I want to be happy for you, daughter, but all I can think about is your heart. After Kemweh breaking you, I’ve gotten more protective of you. How does he treat you?”
“Like a queen… a precious jewel. I feel cherished, Papa. Something I’ve never felt by a man. When I see him, my heart melts every time.”
“That’s what I want to hear. I wish you could come home, even if it’s just to visit. These ten years have been hard, Chi Chi.”
My heart sank to my feet. Whenever my dad called me Chi Chi, it made me sensitive, because I knew that was how he was feeling. “Maybe I can come visit soon. I’ll talk to Haji about it.”
“Just the fact that it’s something you can talk to him about, makes me feel a little more relaxed. I love you, doll.”
“I love you, too. Haji calls me his pretty black doll. So, you two have that in common.”
I heard him chuckle and that made me feel better. “Okay. Here’s your mama.”
“Just the sound of your voice when you talk about him lets me know that he’s doing everything right,” she said, then she and Daraja died in laughter.
I couldn’t help but join them. There was no point in denying it. “Yes. Everything.”
“Okay, okay. Bring it to another room,” Papa said.
They laughed more as I heard them moving. “Send us a picture of him, Nara!”
“I will, but you better not be fantasizing about my man.”
We laughed more as I sent the picture. As I did, a text came through from him. You’re always on my mind, Pretty Black Doll. I smiled and somewhat got lost in his text as I heard, “Oh shit! He’s fine, Nara!”
I rolled my eyes as my mama said, “Let me see, girl. You’re hogging the phone.”
She was quiet for a second, then she said, “Oh. Okay. Sierra Leone, huh? He looks as American as they get.”
“He’s been here for fourteen years and kind of has a sour taste in his mouth about home because of his family.”
“Oh. That’s no good. But he’s very handsome. As long as he’s good to you, that’s all I’m worried about.”
“How’s your health, Mama?”
“It’s been good. We were a little low on money for my medication, but your uncle loaned us some money.”
“I sent two hundred dollars to you guys. That should help significantly.”
“Two hundred dollars? That’s a lot of money!”
I smiled. Two hundred dollars in Nigeria would get them a long way. Two hundred dollars to them was like having two thousand to an American. But the amount of money I sent them was 77,500 Nigerian Naira. They could buy necessities and save some money for rough days. “Make sure to take care of yourself. I love you guys, but I have to go. I need to eat breakfast and then go to my interview.”
“Okay, Nara. We love you! Don’t wait so long to call us again.”
“I won’t. Hopefully, I’ll be able to call again next week. And I love you all, too.”
I ended the call amidst their goodbyes, then headed to the kitchen. After putting a bagel in the toaster, I finally updated my social media pages, officially taking myself off the market. I didn’t want to update it before talking to my family. Had Daraja seen that on Facebook before I told them, she would have gone ballistic on me when I would have called.
After eating and drinking some tea, I headed to Verizon to interview with the hiring supervisor. I was somewhat nervous, but I knew there was no reason they should pass me up for the position… well, unless I was overqualified. I’d heard that word quite a bit in my job hunt. I’d been denied by all of the other retail outlets. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be the case here.
When I got there, after letting someone know I was there for the interview, I sat in the front. I was a whole fifteen minutes early. It was always better to be early than late. That way people knew that you took the interview seriously. After about ten minutes, the lady I remembered as Kyley came out with another lady to get me. Following them to the office, Kyley gave me a slight smirk that made me somewhat uncomfortable. “Hello, Ms…”
“Why-choo-koo.”
“I apologize. I’m Gloria Tatum. Kyley recommended you for this interview and as I looked over your resume, I realized you would be a great hire… just not for a sales associate. There’s a position in marketing that’s open and if you’re okay with that, I would love to refer you to their department.”
My eyebrows went up slightly as Ky
ley frowned. I bet that was a position she wanted or had applied for. “Sure. That’s great. Thank you. Is that department here?”
“It’s in Houston actually.”
I thought about what Haji told me about the house his father left him in Houston and thought it would be perfect. Driving back and forth for the next six to eight months would be taxing, but it would be worth it. “Okay. That’s great.”
She smiled at me and wrote something on a sheet of paper, then scanned the documents and emailed them to a supervisor while Kyley stared me down. I didn’t like her ass and I didn’t know what her problem was with me suddenly. She seemed somewhat fake for my first interview, but it wasn’t something that really bothered me. But the way she was behaving now was making me uncomfortable as hell. However, I wasn’t the type to let anyone intimidate me. She could catch me outside and we could settle this today. My education level didn’t dictate my personality. I could get just as ignorant. I didn’t have a problem going to the gutter and checking her ass.
Ms. Tatum looked up at me and gave me contact information for a man named Howard Lomax. “He’s the supervisor. If you haven’t heard from him by the end of next week, give him a call.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you so much.”
She nodded and I stood from my seat, then stared at Kyley. I slightly rolled my eyes as I exited the office. Before I could get to the door, I noticed she was behind me. When I turned to confront her, she said, “Congratulations on the upgrade.”
I frowned, allowing my eyes to narrow. “You got a problem with me? I don’t even know you.”
She smacked her lips as I walked out the door and said, “I do. First of all, that position was supposed to be for in-house applicants first before it was opened to the public. Secondly, I been fucking your fiancé, but he has the nerve to wanna marry you. You ain’t got shit on me.”
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