Black Butterfly, Book 3 of the Black Burlesque Series_an Alpha male, BWWM romance

by Tiffany Patterson

  “This dress, you mean?” she asked, sitting up on her knees in the middle of his bed, toying with the edges of her dress. She slowly lifted the edges of her dress, exposing the tops of her thighs, and spread her legs to show the remaining moisture from her previous two orgasms.

  “I wouldn’t tease me right now if I were you.” His voice was low, dangerous.

  Stacey heard the warning in his voice and wanted to tease it even more. “Why, lover? Something I should be concerned about?” she asked, turning around so her back was facing him. She reached up and let one hand slowly remove a sleeve of her dress before she stopped, tugging it back up.

  “Hmm, maybe, I’ll ju—Huh!” she gasped, when she heard the sudden ripping of material and found herself lying flat on her back staring up into a pair of passion-filled blue eyes.

  “I told you not to tease me. I hope that wasn’t one of your favorite dresses,” Andre declared before reaching down and capturing her lips before she could answer. Andre let a hand reach under her body and grip the back of her hair, capturing a bunch of her twists in a tight fist. He moved down her jaw before reaching her neck, licking first then sucking at the tender flesh of her neck. Andre used his grip on her hair to pull her head back, exposing more of her neck to his lips.

  Stacey moaned at the feeling of his big body on top of hers, while his hand gripped her hair and his lips sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She reached up and began pulling his shirt from his pants, trying to unbutton it. She needed to feel his skin against hers.

  But before she could undo the first button, Andre pulled back and sat up to stare down at her. Settling himself in between her legs, he stared down at her breasts heaving up and down. Reaching both hands to cup each breast that fit perfectly into his hand, he looked between both as if he had trouble figuring out which one he wanted to taste first.

  “Andre, please!” Stacey moaned, needing him to do something. She saw his smirk as he leaned down, pressing both her breasts together.

  “I like it when you beg,” he said, looking her directly in the eye right before his tongue snaked out to lick both her nipples. “Do it again,” he commanded.

  Stacey could do nothing but comply, “Please,” she pleaded again just above a whisper. Before she knew it, Andre sucked one of her brown pebbles into his mouth, taking small nips and bites in between sucking, giving her just a hint of pain with her pleasure to heighten the sensations rippling through her. Andre let his hand trail down her toned stomach to reach her slippery core. He inserted two fingers into her, making her back arch up off the bed.

  “Aaanndre,” she said around a moan, making his already hard-as-a-rock cock stand at complete attention. Andre knew if he didn’t get out of his clothes soon, he would likely embarrass himself by coming in his pants. Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, released her breast, and sat up between her legs. With speed he didn’t know he possessed, Andre removed his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder before moving to his pants.

  Stacey soon sat up and replaced his hands with her own. “Let me,” she said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. When his cock sprang loose, Stacey gasped at the sheer size of him. She attempted to wrap her hand around him and could barely fit her fingers all the way around. She swallowed nervously. It’d been a long time since she’d had sex and never with anyone this size.

  “You’ll be okay,” he told her, noting the way she stared at his size.

  “Andre,” she whispered as he pressed his lips against her.

  “Are you on birth control?” He asked.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good. I don’t want any barriers between us. I’ve been tested and am clean,” he told her.

  “I-I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and my last test was clean,” she told him.

  Andre nodded as he captured her wrists, pressing her back into the bed and raising them above her head. When his stiff cock made contact with her wetness, they both groaned. Andre reached down, wrapped his free hand round his hardness, and rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips. With her hands still bound with his much larger one, Stacey could do nothing but jerk her hips forward.

  Andre chuckled as he toyed with her. “You want this?” he asked as he smacked his cock against her wet pussy.

  “Ahhh,” Stacey cried out in agony and frustration. “Dammit Andre, why are you teasing me?” she asked.

  “Turnabout is fair play, babe,” he reminded her of her teasing from earlier.

  Stacey wasn’t planning on taking his toying without some payback of her own. She widened her knees, putting her sopping wet pussy on full display. “I’m sooo wet,” she moaned. “Take me. Make me--Ahhhh” her words were cut off when Andre inserted himself to the hilt in her passage.

  “Shit!” he shouted. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he moved his hips in and out of her.

  “Yes, yes! Give it to me!” Stacey shouted over the loud slaps of their bodies coming together.

  “Fuck!” Andre yelled as he felt every ridge of her pussy grip his cock like a vice. Andre gripped her leg up high on his waist and dove in deeper. He alternated between short strokes and long strokes that had Stacey barely able to catch her breath.

  “So…fucking…tight,” he growled in her ear before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. He continued to pump and rotate his hips, making sure to hit every corner of her inner channel.

  “Andre! That’s it! Right there, don’t stop please!” Stacey wailed as he drove himself in and out of her. “Andre, I need to touch you, please!” she begged, trying to wriggle her wrists from his tight grasp.

  Andre finally released her wrists, and immediately used both hands to grip her ass cheeks to pull her off the bed and further down his cock.

  Stacey wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pressing her nails into his back. She knew they both would have marks in the morning from their passionate encounter, but she couldn’t care less.

  “Oh Fuck!” she called out when he hit the sensitive spot inside her core. Her back arched off the bed and her nails dug even deeper into his skin.

  Andre positioned himself so his cock hit both her g-spot and rubbed against her clit as he moved in and out.

  “I’m coooomming!” she called out as she couldn’t hold out any longer and the ripples in her core turned into tidal waves of sensation and she came.

  Stacey’s orgasm and the squeezing of her already tightness against his bare cock caused Andre to come as well.

  “Oooh,” Stacey moaned at seeing the wanton expression on his face as he came with his eyes half shut, lips parted and a pained, yet pleasure filled look of strain on his handsome face.

  “Ahh, Fuuuuuck!” he shouted as he came.

  Stacey watched as Andre jerked and shook as he came before collapsing to the bed, sated. He rose from on top of her, pulled himself out of her, and lay down at her side. He pulled her into his side, placing a kiss to her temple. Stacey snuggled deep into his embrace and was half asleep before she felt him release her and leave the bed. When she opened one eye to see where he was going, she saw his perfectly round ass as he strolled into the bathroom. She heard him relieve himself and water running before he returned with a warm washcloth in his hand. He wiped her down and himself before climbing back in bed.

  Both Andre and Stacey soon drifted off in a very sated sleep, with Stacey tucked tightly in Andre’s embrace.

  ****

  A few hours later, Stacey awoke in the dark still wrapped in Andre’s embrace. Her mouth felt cottony and she needed to pee. Remembering his bedroom also had its own bathroom, she attempted to wiggle out of Andre’s embrace, only for his grip to tighten.

  “Where’re you going?” his groggy voice asked.

  “To the bathroom.”

  His grip loosened and she eased from the bed. Looking around for something to put on, she found the remains of her shredded dress on the floor next to the bed.

  Poor thing never stood a chance against Andre.<
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  Leaving the dress, she found his dress shirt and put it over her naked body before going to the bathroom. After doing her business, she decided to go to the kitchen for a glass of water to aid her parched throat. As much as she’d screamed out his name, it was no wonder her throat felt like the Sahara.

  Tiptoeing out of the bedroom to not disturb Andre, she headed in the direction she hoped the kitchen was. Andre hadn’t given her any time to check out the rest of his condo, so she assumed his kitchen was somewhere around the front of the condo. Rounding the corner, she realized his condo had an open floor plan and that she could see straight into the kitchen from the hallway. Opening the sub-zero fridge, she was shocked to find a completely stocked fridge, neatly ordered and separated by fruits, vegetables, meats, condiments, and beverages. Pulling out a bottle of water and closing the fridge, she eyed the rest of his condo over the brim of the water as she sipped. The huge floor to ceiling windows caught her eye as she padded across the room to admire the view. He had a great view of the Atlanta skyline.

  “Oh,” she yelped as she felt Andre’s hands wrap around her waist.

  “I got thirsty,” she said, giving him an explanation. “And I got caught up in this view,” she said, tilting her head to the side as his warm lips made contact.

  “Mm, I got hungry and I’m sure I have the best view in the city right now,” he told her, his lips against her skin and his hands easing up the sides of his shirt. Cupping her breasts, he rubbed his growing cock against her ass cheeks. Stepping into her, he removed one hand from her breast to pluck the water bottle from her hand, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, letting is slide to the floor.

  “Put your hands on the window and spread your legs,” he commanded.

  Stacey immediately complied as his hand reached down to spread her pussy lips. She shivered when she felt his hot tongue outline the butterfly tattoo on the back of her shoulder. She threw her head back when his strong fingers circled and teased her clit. Andre didn’t give her time to catch her breathe before he was pushing his way inside her hot channel.

  “Ooohh,” she groaned as he filled her.

  Gripping her at the waist, Andre began pounding her relentlessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed around the room. Andre pulled her head back by her hair and placed a hard kiss to her lips as he continued to pound into her.

  Pulling away, Andre looked down into Stacey’s face mixed with so much pleasure and passion etched on it. Her eyes were closed tightly as her fist pounded on the window. That would not do.

  “Open your eyes. Let me see you,” he said, yanking her head back even further so their gazes could meet. When she opened her eyes, Andre saw a mirror of his own lust in her eyes.

  “Aww, fuck! Andre, you’re so deep,” she moaned.

  Andre released her hair and allowed his fingers to dig into the skin at her waist as he flexed his hips, pumping in and out of her. She was so wet, every in and out movement of his cock created a suction noise. Andre moved his hand around to massage her clit again when he began to feel her thighs quake.

  “Come on my cock!” he demanded in her ear and within seconds, she was screaming his name and coming all over him. Andre quickly followed behind her, pressing his big body against her as he came.

  “Fuck!” he yelled in a hoarse voice as he expended into her. “Shit,” he breathed heavily against the back of her neck as he panted against her back.

  They both took a long moment to regain their regular course of breathing. Andre pulled back, extracting himself from her and swooping down to pick her up and carry her back to his bed.

  Stacey wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest as he carried her. She heard the wild rhythm of his heartbeat and knew it probably mimicked her own erratic pulse. Although Stacey assumed they were going back to sleep, when they reached his bedroom, Andre threw her on the bed causing her to bounce. A giggle sprang from her lips.

  “What was that—ooh,” she gasped as she looked down and saw his quickly growing erection. The man was like a damn jack rabbit.

  “Haven’t had enough yet?” she asked sitting back on her elbows and spreading her legs. When Andre moaned, the sound had her creaming yet again.

  “Not yet,” he said licking his lips. And for the rest of the night, he showed her exactly what the term all night man was all about.

  Chapter 9

  “What are you studying over there?” Andre asked, bringing Stacey a glass of red wine as she sat on his very cozy, light grey colored shag rug in front of his coffee table. She was surrounded by a pile of textbooks while her laptop rested on the table.

  They’d spent most of the rainy day nestled in his condo. That was only after Stacey had to practically threaten Andre to take her home so she could get a change of clothes and her books. After the previous night’s events, the only decent dress she’d had with her remained torn on his bedroom floor. She’d had her burlesque costumes, but those weren’t lay around in the house or go out to eat lunch clothes. Andre tried to give her his shirt to wear after she told him she refused to walk around completely nude in his home, but she’d refused, insisting on needing her own clothes.

  Only after she reminded him that she had schoolwork to complete before Monday, did he relent and take her home for a change of clothes, her books, and her laptop so she could get some work done at his place. After that, they’d had lunch at a bistro not too far from his condo, and then went to the grocery store so Andre could pick up some items to make dinner. They spent the rest of the day both doing some work and watching movies.

  “Just the riveting world of research methods for social workers. You sure you know what you’re doing in the kitchen?” she asked a smirk on her face.

  “You doubt my cooking abilities?” he asked a grin on his jovial face.

  Stacey laughed. “Maybe. It’s just that Devyn’s told me Nikola can’t boil water, and you telling me how your father preferred you in the boardroom rather than the kitchen makes it a little hard for me to not question your cooking skills,” she answered honestly.

  “All right,” he said, turning and heading back to the kitchen. Before long, he was returning with a spoon with sauce in it, holding his hand underneath so it didn’t drip on the floor. “Try this,” he ordered holding the spoon to her lips.

  Stacey parted her lips and Andre slid the silver spoon in. As soon as the delicious alfredo sauce hit her tongue, she closed her eyes. “Mmmm,” she moaned. When she opened her eyes it was to see Andre staring intently at her lips. She smiled as she read the thoughts running through his head. “That is delicious. I stand corrected.”

  “Just a little fettuccine alfredo with shrimp, broccoli, and mushrooms and some homemade butter pecan to top it off.”

  Stacey’s eyes widened. She had no idea he made ice cream too. “You have an ice cream maker?”

  “Is there any other way to make homemade ice cream?” he asked in his usual cocky manner.

  “How did you learn to cook so well?” she asked.

  Andre took a seat on the floor next to Stacey, and she moved her books out of the way to make room for his long legs.

  “Uh well, a few years ago I decided it was time to take up cooking classes. No sense in being a grown ass man who couldn’t at least prepare the basics, right? I found I really enjoyed it and at the end of a stressful day at work, it helped to relax me. To my mother’s shame, I can cook more Italian dishes than Greek, but I’m still learning,” he half-smiled before taking a sip of his own glass of wine.

  Stacey saw a look pass over his face that she couldn’t quite read. It looked almost like a look of sadness, as if he was remembering something he didn’t want to think about. Ironically for Stacey, food had at one time in her life been a source of stress and resentment. She was glad to no longer be in the place where she looked at food as the enemy. Now, she wanted to help other women do the same.

  “Tell me about your family,” Andre suddenly requested, interrupting her though
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  She was caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, but quickly recovered. “What do you want to know?” she asked.

  “Everything,” he said looking directly into her eyes.

  A shiver ran down her spine as she saw the intense gaze he gave her. Her family story was a bit complicated and one she rarely shared with people she wasn’t close to. “Um, let’s see, you know my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Gerald raised me from the age of twelve in Savannah, Georgia. They have two sons, Quincy and Jabari, who are a few years older than me but they’re like my brothers. And of course, there’s my older sister,” she answered giving the standard answer she gave most people when she talked about her family, but Andre wouldn’t let up.

  “What about your parents? Why did you go to live with your aunt and uncle at twelve?” he asked seriously.

  Stacey sighed. This was the less appealing part about her family she rarely shared. She wasn’t ashamed of her past, but she hated seeing the look of pity some gave her when she talked about her parents. Turning and resting her elbow on the couch to look at him directly, she began, “My mother died when I was five. Breast cancer. She battled it for a few years before she died, so most of my young life I was cared for by my sister. My sister was the one who walked me to and from school every day. She walked me to dance classes at our local Boys and Girls Club. My dad was….he wasn’t the best,” she told him, not wanting to go into depth about the abuse she, but mostly her sister endured at the hands of their father. “He died in a car accident a few months after I turned twelve. That’s when we, Coral and I, went to live with Aunt Ruth and Uncle Gerry. We hadn’t even met them before then. Aunt Ruth is my mother’s sister—her twin actually, but they hadn’t spoken in years before my mom died. It’s a long story, but that’s the gist of my family life.” She shrugged.

  “And you’re pretty close with your aunt and uncle?” Andre asked.

  Stacey nodded. “Hmmhm, it was an adjustment at first, but now I think of them as my parents. I know they’d do anything for me. It’s because of them I have a place to live,” she answered. “They own the building I live in,” she told him in response to the questioning look he gave her.