Black Female

by Kim J. West

  While kissing her, I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall to the floor. I paused briefly to pull my T-shirt over my head then kicked off my shoes. When I pulled her shirt off in one move, her gorgeous breasts were immediately exposed and I quickly pushed her up against the wall, lifting her legs around my hips. Her eyes and mine were level with each other, and the buds of her nipples just inches from my lips.

  Holding her like this made my fury intensify again. Why did I want this girl so much? Any other woman wouldn’t give me this much trouble, yet Lena drew me to her and I just knew I couldn’t let go of her. I was hopelessly addicted to her and it made me furious.

  I kissed her hard, while I opened the button and zipper of my jeans; unable to delay any longer my urgent need to sink into her. She stopped kissing me for a second and I looked at her. Sensing her desire for me mingled with apprehension, I needed her verbal consent before I could proceed. I was going to be rough and I had to know she was with me.

  “Do you want me to stop, Lena? Answer me now,” I demanded.

  She looked down at my rigid cock. I watched her lick her bottom lip instinctively and I knew I was in there.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, throwing her head back. I knew she wanted my mouth on her nipple but I wasn’t here to play games; I was here to fuck. I grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body; discarding them on the floor. Immediately, I lifted her higher, aimed my cock between her thighs then thrust hard into her driving her up the wall.

  "Fuck!" I cried out grimacing with the intensity and tightness of her sweet cunt. Would I ever get used to the sensation of my cock driving through her? She was gasping deeply from my assault and I had to give us a moment to adapt. I grabbed her hands and raised them above her head, pinning them firmly against the wall with one hand, while my other arm went under her ass holding her up. I began to fuck her, driving my dick balls-deep into her tight pussy. My fury was mingled with lust and I just knew that I couldn’t let Lena leave me.

  "You are mine, baby," I told her, thrusting madly and circling my hips.

  “There’s no one else who can handle all this, I’m all you need, Lena. Do you understand?” I demanded. I wanted an answer from her.

  “Yes,” she gasped between thrusts, her eyes and mine locked in a piercing gaze.

  "Mine. Mine to fuck. Mine," I repeated over and over.

  “You can’t end it, you can’t stop it,” I growled. “This is what we do, Lena. We fuck.”

  I couldn’t help grunting primitively with each erotic cry she made as I drove mercilessly into her. She pressed her forehead to mine and we both looked down at my ivory dick, plunging in and out of her tight, dark pussy.

  "Look at that; you want it. You want me," I told her as she watched and I felt her losing herself in me, surrendering to me with each thrust.

  She freed one of her hands to stroke her clit and I grabbed it away and set her back down on her feet. She hadn’t said what I wanted to hear. And I’d punish her until she did.

  "I'm not going to let you come until you tell me you are mine," I warned, taking her hand and leading her towards the couch.

  I turned her around to face the curved, raised back of the couch and stripped off my jeans and boxers. I bent her over the curve, pinning both her hands behind her back with one of mine. I pushed her legs wider apart and as soon as I had access to her pussy, I thrust my pulsating cock into her sex, with all the strength in my body. I lifted her other knee to the couch to gain more access and thrust deeper into her. I pounded it powerfully, grunting and cursing loudly.

  "Fuck, Lena, tell me you are mine," I cursed slowing my pace to shallow teasing thrusts. “Say it, Lena!”

  "I'm yours," she cried, sweat running down her back.

  "This is my tight little cunt; say it."

  "It's yours, baby. It’s all yours, Jonathan, please!" she begged.

  "You are my girl. I'm not letting you end this," I said pounding her so hard my thighs were slapping her ass loudly. My heavy balls were swinging with each rough thrust, hitting against her clit and her luscious ass jiggled deliciously, sending my arousal to an alternative celestial reality I’d never reached before. I slapped her ass hard, causing her to yelp in surprise at the unexpected strike and her sex clenched my dick repeatedly, making me groan erotically and ready to spill into her.

  “It feels good to hear you say it, baby. This fat ass is mine. Say it now.”

  "Yes baby; this ass is yours," she cried out. “This pussy is yours to fuck like you want, daddy.”

  Fuck. Those words drove me over the edge of a delicious precipice and I came with such force, pounding hard; I had to hold her tight to stop her from falling over. I continued to thrust through my orgasm, filling her sex with my cum, growling with euphoria.

  When my spasms had stopped, I put my arm around her waist and we fell backwards together; with me lying on the floor while Lena lay with her back on my chest. We were both breathing heavily and my body was slick with sweat. I felt my anger had completely dissipated, leaving me with a mixed sense of relief and vulnerability that she couldn’t leave me; not after this. She put her hand on her clit and I pushed it away and placed her back on the floor. I’d been too intense for her and she hadn’t come yet; I’d be the one to give her the pleasure she needed.

  I spread her legs, delicately parted her slick cunt lips open with my forefinger and thumb. Lowering my head to her open lips, I began caressing and tantalizing her expertly with my tongue. She was wet with my cum but I didn’t care. My focus was on bringing her the gratification and pleasure she deserved. I circled, teased, pulled and sucked her clit with singular focus, while she lifted and twisted her hips with erotic enjoyment. Within seconds she was coming spectacularly, quivering with my mouth on her and I didn’t stop until she ceased jolting.

  I collapsed on the floor beside her, pulling her back into my arms and we lay there on the floor in Lena’s apartment for what seemed like an eternity. She dozed for a few minutes while I held her to me, knowing that her being in my arms just felt so right. I placed a gentle kiss on her temple and she stirred awake.

  "Hey," she said looking up at me.

  "Hey, baby," I answered smiling back.

  "I thought you were in Miami?"

  "I was."

  "So what are you doing back?"

  "When I saw your message telling me it's over, I flew back to resolve it. I didn't want you to sleep on it."

  "Oh. I'm sorry you had to buy another ticket."

  "The company jet was on standby."

  She was silent for a moment.

  "Where did you park?”

  "Jackson is downstairs; he drove me straight here from the airport."

  "Okay. Well you must be tired, I guess you’d better get home."

  I glanced at the wall clock; it was almost midnight. I didn’t want to be apart from her tonight; not after the rawness of what’d just happened.

  "Can't I stay the night?"

  I saw her hesitating and decided to make the decision for her. She was probably worried about the neighbors or Strauss Carter staffers seeing me in the morning.

  "I'll leave early in the morning, don't worry about it. I’m staying."

  I helped her up then grabbed my phone off the couch and dialed Jackson who was downstairs. He answered without letting it ring.

  "Jackson, pick me up at 6am sharp tomorrow."

  “Sure, sir.”

  I ended the call and grabbed my strewn clothes off the floor.

  "Where’s your bedroom?"

  She led the way and I followed closely, watching her sexy ass. She turned around and caught me smirking shamelessly.

  Her bedroom was decorated simply with beech-wood furnishings and cream-colored bedding. The flowery smell was uniquely Lena and invaded my senses as soon as I entered her room. I got into her bed while she disappeared into the bathroom. I checked my phone and noticed missed calls from Pike, Dixon and several from Janice. She’d also sent a text asking if everythin
g was ok. I replied quickly.

  “All good. No more calls or texts tonight. Tell guys will see you all tomorrow at 9am.”

  Lena came back into her room dressed in her T-shirt and a fresh pair of panties. That won’t do, I thought to myself.

  "I can't have my girl sleeping in our bed dressed. I prefer you naked and accessible,” I told her directly.

  She stripped and crawled into bed beside me naked and I placed my phone on the nightstand and pulled her into my arms.

  “Lena,” I began, stroking her shoulder with my thumb in gentle circles. “Why are you constantly trying to push me away?”

  She was still for a long moment.

  “I’ve had to learn the hard way to protect myself.”

  “I’ve never had to make an effort with a woman before, like I have to with you. But I feel like you are constantly slipping through my fingers, Lena.”

  “I don’t want to make things difficult for you, but I just can’t risk getting hurt, Jonathan.”

  I kissed her temple.

  “I have to admit, when you get feisty it gets me hard.”

  She smiled shyly at my confession.

  “I’ll try not to make it hard for you, Jonathan. I’ve just been through a lot, that’s all.”

  I just knew it must be her bad experience with her ex that was still affecting her. I didn’t even know this guy, but he was fucking things up for me big time. I leaned up on one elbow; and gazed at her intently.

  “Lena, baby, listen to me. I’m not Fucken Willis. I deserve my own clean slate and my own chance. I refuse to live in his shadow.”

  She looked at me with assessing eyes and I let her see my determination; then she looked away. I knew I’d hit the nail on the head. I turned her face back to mine. I wanted to finish this issue once and for all; I never ever wanted her ex to affect the way she looked at me or herself ever again.

  “Lena, I want you to forget about him; do you hear me?” I insisted. “I will always treat you like the wonderful woman you are. You don’t know your true worth. Forget him; Okay?”

  A tear welled up in her eye and rolled down her cheek. I hated Willis in that moment.

  “I want to forget, Jonathan. I promise I’ll try,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

  I kissed her hard. “I’ll make you forget, Lena.”

  I switched off the night light, then pulled the sheet covering us away and made love to Lena all night. I held her close to me, riding her hard and sometimes making love to her so gently it brought tears to her eyes. I kissed and loved every inch of her body and when we napped our bodies were entangled together. I did everything in my power to let her know how I felt about us by worshipping her with my body, giving all of me to her.

  Chapter Thirty

  I woke up just before 6.00am and switched off my alarm before it woke Lena. She was curled up against me, warm and sweet, making it very difficult for me to leave her. I gently slipped out of bed, then went to the bathroom and dressed as quietly as I possibly could. When I was ready with my leather jacket in my hand, I tiptoed quietly up to her, gave her the gentlest kiss on the lips then left, closing the door to her apartment quietly behind me.

  Jackson was waiting for me downstairs; I hopped into the Tahoe and we headed for the airport.

  “Sir, I can re-confirm that Weiner definitely has no footage; we’ve done multiple sweeps on all his networks.”

  “Good. Have you been communicating with Khan and McCoy?”

  “Yes, sir. Weiner also signed and agreed to the hundred grand pretty quickly after he couldn’t produce another copy of the footage.”

  I nodded. “Keep me posted.”

  Once on my flight back to Miami, I reflected on my night with Lena. I couldn’t resist her and I couldn’t stay away from her. I wanted her as my girlfriend and I wanted her with me publicly. I knew there were challenges, such as her being an employee, and how our racial differences would likely be a problem for my family and a few older clients we had. I considered everything and knew nothing could be impossible to overcome. But I knew the minute I told Lena what I wanted, she’d probably come up with several obstacles to a relationship. I had to clear my path to her somehow and remove any concerns from her mind.

  When I got back, I’d tell her what I felt and of course as my girl, I’d roll out the red carpet for her. I’d taken care of girls I didn’t even like; Lena would get the best of everything. I knew that at first I’d have to take it slow; she was not easily impressed and so far she’d never asked me for anything which was unprecedented. I was torn between liking her independence and hating the fact that there was almost nothing I could do for her. She had tried to pay for things when we went out and from that, I could deduce that if I started throwing my money around she might not like it. From her employee file, I knew her birthday was coming up in two and a half weeks. I planned to take her away and spend time with her.

  After drinking tons of coffee on my flight, I arrived back in Miami and headed straight to my hotel, calling Janice on the way to let her know I’d landed. My staff had managed to push the meeting to 9.30am, giving me just enough time to shower and change into a suit. Just as I was securing my tie, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and found Janice standing there, looking concerned. I turned back to finish getting ready as she walked in with my set of papers.

  “Are you okay, Mr. Carter?” she asked, still obviously curious about my trip back to Atlanta.

  “Yep, no worries,” I said, stifling a private smile. Everything was more than okay. I’d had a night I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams and couldn’t help feeling euphoric. Make up sex with Lena had been phenomenal.

  “You look like you haven’t slept at all,” she said looking at me quizzically.

  She was getting too personal. I had to cut her off.

  “The papers,” I said gesturing to the documents she had in her folder.

  She quickly laid them out on the dining table, all places I had to sign already marked.

  Despite feeling exhausted from the all night marathon with Lena, I knew I could probably function for a few more hours before I had to crash.

  We had a successful meeting and by 11.30am, we were all headed back to our hotel. There was not much to do for the rest of the day, so I told everybody to hang out and do whatever they liked. Besides Pike who was anti-social, the others decided to have brunch by the pool and I headed for my room. That evening we had a celebratory dinner with the Miami Finance team then were headed back to Atlanta the next day. The all night sex had caught up with me; I decided to crash for a couple of hours and asked Janice to call my cell phone to wake me at 1.30pm. I stripped off my clothes, pulled on my gray sweatpants then fell asleep on my bed almost immediately.

  I woke up just after 1.30pm to find my cell phone ringing together with a knock at my door. I answered the phone groggily, while stumbling toward the door. I opened it and found Janice standing there in a skimpy bath robe, with her usual wide smile. Her long, brown hair had recently been well brushed and was cascading all down her back. I glanced at her and noticed her staring shamelessly at my naked torso.

  “Yes?” I said, wondering why she’d come to my room.

  She shifted on her feet. “I’d tried to call you three times but you weren’t answering so I came up from the pool,” she said, smiling.

  I rubbed my eyes wearily. I needed more sleep but if I went back to bed, I’d mess with my body clock and have a hard time sleeping later.

  “Thanks, I said, beginning to shut the door.

  “Wait,” she said quickly, stepping into my room and shutting the door. I stepped back and looked at her impatiently.

  “I… I just need your help,” she said smiling coyly.

  “With what?” I didn’t like this.

  She slipped off her bath robe, exposing a two-piece floral bikini underneath. The top wasn’t firmly secured and she held one arm to her chest to hold it up. I could just make out the dusky pink area around one
of her nipples.

  “I just need your help in tying my bikini top, I can’t seem to do it securely, it keeps slipping,” she said stepping forward into my personal space, facing me.

  She fluttered her eyelashes at me, biting her lip seductively; I could tell she wanted me to fuck her. Despite me having no attraction to her, I knew Janice; much more than she knew I did. I’d given her this job as my personal assistant to secure a contract with her wealthy uncle and she’d turned out to be an asset. When she began working for me a couple of years ago, she had some sort of crush on me which eventually played itself out once she saw I wasn’t interested in her. Being privy to my business, I kept a close eye on her and everybody who worked with me closely and Jackson had made that process painless.

  With what I knew of Janice, I would not be fucking her today, or ever. I was annoyed with her brazen stunt and wanted to tell her off, but decided to just play innocent then send her out of my room.

  “Turn around,” I ordered gruffly.

  She swung herself around slowly, as if she was on a goods display unit. She tossed her hair to the front over one shoulder. I loosened her bikini top strings, then re-tied them securely.

  “Sorted. See you all at 7,” I said turning around and heading towards my bedroom and shutting the door, leaving her in the living room of my suite.

  A moment later, I heard a faint click as she let herself out. I shook my head at her shameless attempt to seduce me. If she ever did this again I’d have to shut her down more forcefully. I scrolled through my phone and noticed the three missed calls from Janice, five missed calls from my personal accountant Yusuf Khan and one missed call from Jackson. Nothing from Lena. I called Jackson first.

  “Sir,” he answered before it rang.

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Just wanted you to know everything is under control and we are doing the Weiner money drop tomorrow.”

  “Ok, good,” I replied. “And the retrieval is arranged?” I asked.