by Smooth Silk
“I’m not in love with nobody. Don’t know love, don’t show love, unless it’s for Mama or for the love of my sisters, right? That’s how it goes, and for now, I’m stickin’ to it. I may have my gripes about shit, more than you and Simone do, but that’s just me.”
I stood and reached out my arms to give Karrine a hug. I understood how she felt. My only hope was that she meant what she’d said about her love for us. Lately, I hadn’t been feeling it.
“I need to get out of here so I don’t be late for my ten o’clock appointment. How many dates do you have tonight?” I asked.
“Six or seven. I need to get dressed too, so I’ll holla at you in the a.m. I’ma take me a long nap afterward; then we’ll hit up breakfast at IHOP, okay?”
“Maybe so. I’ll let you know for sure.”
I left Karrine’s room, feeling good about her being honest with me, but still skeptical overall. We had been keeping so many secrets from each other, like the one I’d been keeping about my man on the side. The thing was, I really liked Marc too. He was the kind of nigga who I could see myself one day marrying and having a whole lot of babies with.
With me being the oldest sister, I really wanted to start a family. I still had dreams of moving away with my family, but me and my man would always live close by. Marc and I had been kicking it for about two years, but not on a regular basis. He lived in St. Louis. I had to drive there to see him, or he had to come here to see me. He had a decent job in the real estate business and his paper was long. We talked on the phone at least four or five times a week, but sadly, Marc had no idea what I had been doing in the privacy of my bedroom. I told him that I worked in sales. Whenever he’d come to Chicago, I invited him to a one-bedroom apartment that I’d gotten over a year ago. That was where we’d met. Nobody knew that I’d had the apartment, nor did they know where it was. I had to keep it that way, because I was certain that Mama wouldn’t approve. Maybe not even understand that, even though I was happy, at least by the age of thirty I wanted to be out of this house for good, living in Cali or Miami and being with the man of my dreams.
While thinking about Marc, I changed into a royal blue baby doll negligee made of sheer material. It accentuated the color of my chocolate skin perfectly. With my long braids falling way past my shoulders, I looked like a million bucks. Before my first appointment, I picked up my cell phone to call Marc.
“What’s up, li’l mama?” he said, putting a smile on my face.
“Nothin’ much. Just gettin’ ready to go hang out with my sisters. I wanted to call and tell you that I’ll be there tomorrow around noon. Do you want me to meet you at your loft or at your office?”
“Meet me at my loft. The key will be underneath the mat so make yourself at home. I have a short meeting at twelve-thirty, but I should be home after that.”
“Okay, boo. I’ll see you tomorrow. Until then, be good.”
“You too, ma. Luv ya.”
“Me too.”
We ended the call. I was so hyped about seeing Marc tomorrow that I put on one hell of a show for my clients. I’d already had about three orgasms, just from imagining that the dildo I was riding while on the bed was Marc’s big dick sliding in and out of me.
“Give it to me, daddy,” I shouted while riding the dilly and spreading my ass cheeks so that Gregg could see it easing in and out of me while looking at his monitor. I let out a painful groan each time the dilly went into my dripping wet pussy.
“Gregg, I don’t know what I’m goin’ to do with you and this big dick! No other man has ever fucked me like this. You sure do know how to make a bitch’s pussy dance for you.”
I released my healthy chocolate ass cheeks then backed it up closely to the monitor.
“Lick me, daddy. Stick yo’ tongue in my pretty pussy and lick me all over. I want to feel your tongue deep in there, baby. Get it far up in there.”
I couldn’t see if Gregg was licking the screen, but his words told me that he was.
“It’s so pretty, Dynasty. I could eat this shit forever. I love to watch my dick and tongue turns circles in you. Get on your back so I can see all of it. I want to taste all of you.”
My play name was Dynasty, and this time, I faced the monitor and spread my legs wide. I scooted my pussy as close to the screen as I could get it and toyed with my pearl as Gregg “licked” me.
“Come for me, baby,” he said. “Squirt that shit at me, so I can see how good I’ve been to you.”
Within a few minutes, I faked an orgasm that satisfied Gregg. His time was up, so I blew him a kiss then waved good-bye.
After cleaning myself up and changing into another negligee, I was on to the next nigga for the night. I didn’t get finished with my gig until almost four in the morning. When I went to Simone’s room, she was asleep. Karrine had just wrapped up a session and she was down for the count too.
“I’m goin’ to sleep,” I said to her as I stuck my head in the doorway. “I may have to miss breakfast in the mornin’. Since Mama is in Vegas, I’m gon’ take advantage of it and get away for a few days. You think you and Simone will be okay?”
“I hope so. Tell your mystery man I said hello. If Mama calls, what do you want me to say?”
“Say what you always do. You don’t know where I’m at and I’m not in yo’ back pocket. Tell her to call me. I’ll answer my cell phone.”
“Will do. Get some sleep ‘cause you look tired. So am I. I sholl hate we missed out on goin’ to Vegas. Wherever you’re goin’, don’t go too far, just in case the police come back to question us.”
“I won’t. I’ll be in the area. You can call me, too, if they do show up.”
Karrine said that she would call me. She picked up her phone to make a call then got in the bed. I closed her door, but instead of going to sleep, I packed up a few things and headed to St. Louis.
It only took about four hours to get there, and if anything happened at home, it wouldn’t be hard to get back. I needed to get the fuck away for a few days. I hadn’t seen Marc for about two months. I hated our long-distance relationship, but for now, it worked for both of us. I was always hyped to see him. This time was no exception.
Marc lived in a downtown loft that required a code to get in. Once I put in the four-digit code, I took the elevator up to the ninth floor. I knocked on the door first, but when I got no answer, I looked underneath the mat for a key. It was there, so I unlocked the door and went inside.
Marc’s loft only had one bedroom, but it was laid the fuck out. It was a huge open space with hardwood floors, a double-sided fireplace, a balcony that viewed the Gateway Arch, and a kitchen that any chef would adore.
I tiptoed to his master bedroom, but he wasn’t there. The king bed was covered with black silk sheets and fury, fluffy pillows. Black art covered the walls and scented incense burning gave the room a cinnamon smell. Marc must’ve just left, because I could still see the dripping wet shower inside of his spacious bathroom. I reached for my cell phone to call him.
“Yo’,” he said in a playful manner.
“I’m here. I just got to your loft and you got it smellin’ pretty damn good in here.”
“I did that just for you, because my funky socks tend to take over when I know you’re not coming. Make yourself at home and don’t be eating up all those chocolate-covered strawberries in the fridge that I bought for you. Save me some.”
I walked to the fridge. Inside were some chocolate-covered strawberries and a dozen red roses. Marc could tell by my silence that I was looking at them.
“Those are for you too,” he said. “I hope you like them.”
I smiled and shared a little love with my man. “I do, and thanks, babe. I love you.”
“Not as much as I do, but I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit, all right?”
I told Marc that I would see him soon and made myself at home. Knowing that all we would do was fuck the day away and chill, I changed into a silk, button-down pajama shirt that cut right above my knees. Marc had some chicken b
reasts in the fridge, so I decided to make me a grilled chicken salad with ranch dressing. As I started to prepare the food, my cell phone rang. It was Karrine calling.
“What up?” I said.
“Where are you?”
“Away.”
“Away as in far away or close by?”
“Close by,” I lied.
“Well, the police are here to talk to you and Simone. They’re downstairs, but I told them that you went to the grocery store and would be back soon. Can you make it here or not?”
“Unfortunately, I can’t, but handle that shit, Karrine. Y’all need to stop dependin’ on me for every doggone thing and learn to take care of shit if I’m not there.”
“The problem is you said that you would be here if I called, and the last time I checked you and Simone were the ones who did that shit to Reno at the club. What if the police are here to talk about what happened at his crib? What the fuck am I supposed to say?”
I released a deep sigh. “Get a clue, Karrine. Say what the hell you wish, or better yet, just keep your mouth shut and don’t say nothin’. Is that so hard to do? I won’t be home until Sunday. Until then, do you.”
Karrine hung up on me, and even though I told her to call me if anything went down, I had hoped that, for once, they could have my back and handle shit while I was away. I was seriously to the point where I was getting tired of seeing about everyone else. What about me? I had a life too, and being with Marc made me feel as if I had a bright future ahead of me. I couldn’t help but to think about us, but then my thoughts turned back to my conversation with Karrine. I felt bad about the shit. I hated to go off on her, but when I called back to apologize, she didn’t answer. That had me worried. What if I needed to be there to speak to the police myself? I called again, and again, and after the fourth time, Karrine finally answered.
“What?” she said in a nasty tone.
“Listen. I apologize for—”
“No need. I’m busy and I’ll see you whenever you get home. Bye.”
She hung up the phone. I was upset, but I figured we would deal with the situation when I got back. For now, I pushed the drama with my sister to the back of my mind and decided to do something special for my man.
After making my salad, I went to Marc’s bedroom and sat on the bed. I ate my food, and since I hadn’t had any sleep, I lay across the bed and shut my eyes. It felt like I had been asleep for several hours, and when I woke up, I felt soft pecks on my legs. I looked at Marc dressed in a white crisp shirt, black slacks, and a multicolored tie. His suit jacket was thrown on the bed and his watch was next to it. The waves in his hair were flowing tough and his face was shaved clean with a little hair left on his chin. His skin was as chocolate as mine and smooth.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said. “How long have you been asleep?”
I stretched my arms then sat up on the bed. “Too long, I guess. What time is it?”
“Almost four o’clock. Sorry I’m late, but my meeting ran longer than expected.”
“It’s okay. I needed the rest anyway.”
Marc stood up and started to remove his clothes. I watched his sexy, near perfect body that was muscular and covered with a few tattoos on his chest. Years ago, Marc was a boxer who was on his way up. Everything went downhill after that, when he went to prison for selling drugs. When he got out, he decided to change his life around and do the right thing. I appreciated that. If anything, I needed a man who could be an inspiration for me.
Marc lay on top of me. I opened my legs wide, inviting him in. I still had on my pajama shirt, but there was nothing underneath it. We shared an intense kiss, before he started to take bite marks down my neck.
“You smell delicious,” he said. “Mmmm. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I was pretty damn eager for him to get busy too. It had been a minute since I’d had sex with anyone. Throughout my life, I’d only had three sex partners. I was always reluctant to give the goodies to just anybody.
Marc started to unbutton my pajama shirt. My breasts escaped from it and he started to suck them. He massaged them in a circular motion, lightly pressing them together. I was on fire as his tongue turned circles on my nipples and my pussy was already tingling. I was sure that Marc could feel the beat of it, thumping against his hard dick that was on the verge of pushing into me.
But he didn’t go there just yet. He pressed his thick lips down to my belly button and stopped to suck it. I giggled because it tickled then I pushed his head down to go lower. He did, but before diving in, he stretched my pussy lips apart to expose my cherry drop that peeked at him through my slit. He hung his tongue over it and allowed a few drips of his saliva to cool it down and wet it.
It appeared wet enough for him, so he dove right in. His curled tongue and fingers were in action at the same time, causing me to tighten my fists and curl my toes from the intense feeling that was breaking me down, minute by minute.
“You know you my nigga, don’t you?” I said. “Get that shit, baby, do that shit real good. I promise I’m gon’ take care of you like you allllways take care of me!”
Marc took care of me so well that I quickly squirted his face with my juices. He didn’t even let me go down on him, and before I could do anything, he put his overly thick dick inside of me. Marc was so thick that he filled my pussy to capacity. I could stretch no farther and every inch of my slippery walls were touched by his heavy meat.
“You feel wet, warm, and sticky, Chyna,” he said while on his knees and watching his dick glide in and out of me.
I was on my elbows watching it too. His dick entering me was a pretty sight. The look of it was even better than the feel of it. I eventually had to close my eyes, so I wouldn’t come so quickly again.
Marc had had enough of watching his performance. He poured my chocolate legs over his shoulders then pushed my legs close to my chest. His hips turned in slow, rhythmic, deep circles, and when he sped up the pace, I knew it was time to let the fucking begin. His body slapped against mine, so hard that you could hear the smacking sound echo in the room. I threw that shit back to him and we seemed to be in a battle over who could fuck who the best.
As horny as I was, I was starting to win. Marc couldn’t keep up with my fast pace. He fell back on the bed, looking defeated. I straddled him and wore his ass out. Rode him tough, only like his Chyna doll could do. I moved over to the edge of the bed and used the floor for leverage as I rocked the squeaking bed. The headboard slammed into the wall. My body began to drip with sweat and so did his. My pussy started to hurt, but I kept on going. His hands were squeezed into my hips, trying to slow me down, but I wasn’t having it.
“Fuck me, ma,” he shouted. “Girl, fuck this dick like you own this muthafucka! Show daddy how much more I can get out of this pussy. You haven’t given it all to me yet, have you?”
Like hell I hadn’t, but I was surely about to give him more. I picked up the pace and made my pussy throb like a heartbeat, squeezing it tight then releasing it. Each time, Marc’s body jerked. I could feel his dick thumping too, and minutes later, he sucked in his bottom lip and bit it. He lifted the upper part of his body from the bed and his grip on my hips got tighter.
“Yooou, you got me, ma. That pussy got me! Daaaamn!”
No question, it did. A flood of his juices swam inside of me. In an effort to get mine, I crawled up to his face and let him go to work again. It didn’t take long for me to cover his lips with heavy cream. After that, we were spent. I lay next to him in bed. Both of our chests heaved in and out.
“Why . . . why you wear my ass out like that?” Marc said while softly rubbing his chest. “Yo’ ass is bad, Chyna. You were horny as fuck!”
“Yes, I was. And I’m still horny. We need to make up for some of this lost time, don’t we?”
“You ain’t said nothing but a word and we will continue. Right now, though, I got something that I want to give you.”
Marc got out of bed and went into his closet. I had the
pleasure of seeing his nice ass that I loved to grip and his limp dick that was still meaty, even if he wasn’t hard. I turned on my stomach and laid my head on my crossed arms.
I wondered what Marc had gotten for me now. He’d had a habit of always buying me nice things. This time, whatever it was, was behind his back. I watched as he walked over and kneeled down in front of me. He moved several of my long braids away from my eyes and placed the strands behind my ears so I could see.
“I need you,” Marc confessed. “And every day that you’re away from me, I’m miserable and I feel lost. We’ve been together long enough for me to recognize some things. And that is, Miss Chyna Douglas, that I want you to become Mrs. Chyna Wilson real soon. Set the date; tell me when I need to be there and I will.”
My breathing had already halted. My eyes were bugged, and I kept blinking away the tears. I couldn’t believe that Marc had asked me to marry him until he brought forth a black suede box from behind him and flipped it open. I was blinded by the sparkling diamond that had to be the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen.
“You ain’t saying nothing, so I’m a little worried,” Marc said.
I still hadn’t said anything because the first thing that came to mind was Mama and my sisters. Yes, I wanted this so badly and there was no doubt about it that I loved Marc. But was this the right timing? Was this the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with? I knew that he was, but I kept telling myself that he wasn’t. Why? Because I figured that no one would approve of this. Not one single person, but this wasn’t about them anymore. It was about me being happy. I deserved it. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
I leaped off the bed and threw my arms around Marc’s neck. I playfully kissed his cheeks then his lips, shouting, “Yes! Hell, yes, I will marry you! I love you, man, damn I love you!”
“I love you too.” He laughed. “But yo’ ass is heavy. You ain’t pregnant, are you?”
“Not yet, but by the time I leave here, maybe I will be.”
I surely didn’t lie about that. We had fucked our way into early Sunday morning. I was supposed to leave sometime this afternoon, but I found it so hard to depart from him. I kept gazing at the ring on my finger and thinking about planning our wedding. I wanted to share the good news with everybody, but I had to tell Mama first.