[2016] Muti Billionaire's Desire

by PN Books

  There was something so masterful, so skillful, so gentle, but also so rough and brutish, about the way he made love to her. And that's what it felt like, as crazy as it may have seemed. Love. It felt like love. There was that mix of tenderness and brutality, sweetness and cruelty, that Charmaine had always found so irresistible. He was her warrior poet. She stretched her arms high above her head and yawned. She smiled as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, then turning down the hallway to the bedroom.

  She couldn't wait to see Brian, even though she was a bit worried about what he would think of her morning-after appearance her weave wasn't on, and she had on no makeup. But that didn't matter much. She'd always been a natural beauty. That's what everyone in her life had always told her.

  The footsteps came closer, Charmaine could feel an electric, sexual energy surging throughout her body. After she brushed her teeth, a little bit of morning sex would be just the thing to get her body and her mind going.

  The sound of the footsteps was only a few feet away. The smell of the food was stronger than ever. Charmaine closed her eyes, smile deeply with satisfaction. When she opened her eyes she nearly jumped out of the bed in fright.

  "AHHHHHH," she screeched, pulling the covers up to her neck.

  Her eyes were wide open in fright, staring at a brunette who had on a French maid's outfit. The woman, probably in her mid-30s, was holding a tray filled with food, staring calmly at Charmaine with a self-assured smile.

  "I'm sorry to scare you," the woman said. "Brian had to leave early this morning to the gym. He gave me very specific instructions to prepare breakfast for you and to serve you while you're in bed."

  Charmaine had no idea what to say. Her mouth had gone dry. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Who hell was this woman? Why had Brian left his apartment with a complete stranger? That didn't make any sense. The night before he hadn't mentioned anything about having to leave early for work or having his personal whatever she was, maid or chef, prepare a meal. Why would somebody do something like that?

  "My name is Michelle," the woman said. "Is it okay if I leave the food on this table over here?"

  Charmaine had yet to utter a word to the strange woman. There was something about her that didn't quite fit with the role that she said she was playing. Charmaine had yet to encounter a chef or a live-in maid who looked anything like this woman. Most of them were poor, most of them were dark, most of them were Latina. There was something oddly sophisticated and aristocratic about this white woman.

  What a strange situation she found herself in. The first time she'd slept with a white man, she had explosive, mind blowing, orgasmic, unforgettable, life altering sex, and the next morning a white woman serves her breakfast in bed? No, something about this didn't seem right at all. She trembled with fear as the woman put the tray down the bedside table.

  "If you need anything, I'll be downstairs," the woman said before closing the door behind her.

  Charmaine looked at the food. It looked delicious. It smelled delicious. But suddenly, after staring into that woman's strange, twisted eyes, she lost her appetite.

  Charmaine was more scared than ever. She didn't know what to do next. Why would Brian leave her in this kind of situation? For a moment, she felt like she was in some kind of weird horror movie. She could feel her heart racing, sweat breaking out on her forehead, her hands trembling with fear. She knew that she couldn't stay in the bed, in that room, for much longer, without going absolutely crazy.

  She took several deep breaths and finally got out of bed. She crept towards the door. Thankfully the room was carpeted, so she didn't make any noise. She needed to know what was going on in the rest of the house. She wasn't sure whether or not it would be best to leave the room or to just crack the door and listen, but she had to do something. Being passive, waiting for the gauntlet to fall on her neck, was absolutely not an option.

  She got to the door, put her hand on the knob, and slowly turned it. She cracked the door open ever so slightly, then poked her head out. There was a long hallway running to both the left and the right. Sounds of pots and pans clanging against each other in the kitchen nearly made Charmaine jump out of her skin.

  Never in her life had she experienced anything remotely close to this. As she was leaning her head out the door, listening anxiously, nervously, for any sound of Brian, or any sound of help, she heard what she thought was the front door opening and slamming shut.

  At that moment, the clattering of the pots and pans in the kitchen ceased. A scary silence reigned in the house. What was going on?

  Seconds later she heard a loud male voice booming from down the hallway.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" It was Brian's voice.

  Charmaine heard the woman's voice, pleading with Brian to forgive her. The woman said that she'd made a mistake. She wanted them to be together, they were meant to be together, who was that black woman? He needed to get rid of her. She was the only woman for him. All this, and a bunch of other crazy ramblings spewed out of her mouth. When she was done pleading, yelling, and crying, it was Brian's turn to reply.

  "Get the fuck out of my apartment. And if I ever see you at the gym again, I swear I’ll have you arrested."

  Minutes later, after he'd finally thrown Michelle's crazy ass out of his apartment, Brian sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through Charmaine's hair, staring into her eyes lovingly but also pleadingly. He felt terrible for leaving her alone in the apartment.

  "I'm really sorry about that," he said. "Nothing like that is ever happened to me before, I swear."

  "I hope not," Charmaine said. "It would be pretty weird if something like that had happened to you before, don't you think?"

  Brian sighed and shook his head. "I'm glad you're not totally freaked out about this," he said.

  "Are you kidding me?" Charmaine said. "I've never been more freaked out in my entire life."

  "Well, you do a pretty good job of hiding it," Brian said.

  Charmaine felt sexual excitement coursing through her veins. It was those damn blue eyes: sky blue, mountain blue, spring water blue. They were the most beautiful damn eyes she'd ever encountered. There was no way she was going be able to stay in this bed, so close to such a hunky man without demanding that he penetrate her, that he touch all of her walls, that he pound her deeper and harder and more vigorously than any man ever had.

  "I think I know how you can make it up to me," Charmaine said, staring at him lustily.

  From the look on Brian's face, it was clear that he understood exactly what she wanted. There would be no need for her to ask twice. He pushed her down on the bed, lowered his mouth onto hers and began to kiss her hungrily, every now and then pulling his head back so he could suck, nibble, lick on her ears, neck and down between her full breasts.

  What an absolutely delicious feeling! Charmaine loved the way he ravished her body, the way he seemed to find her so tasty and succulent. It felt good to be worshiped like that by a man. She couldn't wait for him to penetrate her with his big, hard cock with the mushroom head and the thick veined shaft.

  But Brian seemed determined to take his time, to be a bit more patient with this session of lovemaking. He began kissing between the insides of her thighs, back and forth, back and forth, making his way up towards the wet, aching black pussy.

  Brian came towards her and took her face in his large hands. As he leaned down towards her, she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. His full lips felt so good on her mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and their tongues began twirling around and around. Charmaine felt her body melting. She wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders.

  Within moments, he was picking her off the floor and carrying her towards the bed. Their lips remained locked the whole time.

  “I love the way you touch me,” she said breathlessly.

  She also loved his musky, masculine scent. She pressed her nose into his neck and breathed in deeply. A wild sexual urge took hol
d of her. She began tearing at his shirt. Before she could completely rip the shirt off his beautifully sculpted chest, Brian grabbed it and lifted it over his head.

  Then she went straight for his belt buckle. Her intensity only spurred Brian on. He grabbed at her breasts and reached his hands down inside her bra and began squeezing and sucking her breasts with wild abandon. She threw her head back and pulled him closer to her. His masculine hands felt so firm on her pliant flesh. Everywhere his hands roamed, he hit another pleasure point.

  He pressed his hard body into her. She moved her hands all over his chest. He had full pects and a well-defined six-pack. She licked her lips. His large brown nipples looked so delicious. She’d always had a thing for nibbling and sucking on nipples. His would be absolutely perfect for that sort of attention.

  She pulled him down towards her and began nibbling at one of his nipples. He closed his eyes and sighed. As she sucked and nibbled on both of them, she let her fingers drift down his hard chest and abs. She couldn’t contain her hunger for him. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted him inside of her, needed to feel his hardness filling her up. The head of his stiff cock peeked out of the top of his boxers.

  She forced her hand inside of them and took hold of the thick shaft. She had trouble gripping it with just one hand. She’d never held anything so full and firm. Her body tingled with excitement.

  “I want you inside of me,” she said. “I’m so wet.”

  His firm hands reached into her panties and yanked them down her legs. They locked eyes. His pupils were completely dilated. They looked absolutely beautiful!

  “You’re so beautiful,” she said, pulling him down towards her and thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth while she continued stroking his cock back and forth in her hand. A little bit of precum began to leak from the head.

  “Do you have any condoms?” she asked.

  “Of course,” he said. “But let me kiss you a little bit more before we get to that.”

  She smiled and ran her fingers through his blond hair. It was such a turn on that he was willing to take his time and really explore her body instead of just rushing things for his own pleasure. He was actually being attentive to her sexual needs.

  He put his head between her legs and began kissing the insides of her thighs. Each soft kiss felt so warm and sensual. Each kiss further inflamed her with desire. The juices began spill out of her wet pussy. He moved closer and closer to her swollen lips. And then his tongue finally made contact with her labia. He licked from one side to the other, then he licked up and down, his tongue flicking against her clit every so gently. Those light touches made her wild. She wrapped her thighs around his head and pushed him deeper inside of her.

  He stopped licking her labia and began sucking furiously at the swollen clit head. She grabbed a clump of his hair in her hand. She had to bite her lips to keep from screaming out. She didn’t want anyone in the apartment complex to know how wild this man was driving her.

  “Oh, god, that feels so good,” she said. “So good.”

  While he sucked at her clit and took her closer and closer to the point or orgasm, he slipped finger into her ass. That dual action was too much for her to take. She couldn’t hold back anymore. The cum oozed out of her and into his mouth. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She was completely out of breath and thoroughly satisfied. But she still wanted more. Much more. She wanted to feel his thick cock inside of her pumping away.

  And she wanted him to cum as hard as she had.

  She wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck and stared deeply into his eyes.

  "Carry me into the bedroom," she said. "And get the condoms you brought."

  He quickly scooped her up in his arms. She felt like a princess or the heroine in a harlequin romance. She buried her head in his chest.

  *****

  It had been a week since Charmaine had seen Brian, a week of wandering the streets in a daze, yearning for his touch, unable to focus, unable to think about anything except him, his touch, his taste, his smell. She pictured him lifting her in the air, pressing her against the wall, pumping her with his huge cock.

  One day during that week, while walking through the Lower East Side, she passed a playground with a basketball court, one that she had probably passed hundred of times without giving it a second glance. But this time, instead of walking past, she pressed herself up against the metal fence surrounding the park and watched. Sweaty men in their twenties and thirties ran up and down court, wrestled for the ball, pushed, grunted, jumped. Their muscles glistened with summer sweat.

  She imagined these men returning to her apartment, stripping off their clothes, stepping into the shower one after the other, their bodies fatigued, muscles sore, cocks dangling between their legs. She smiled, licked her lips. She noticed a few of them staring at her.

  “What’s that woman doing over there?” She imagined them saying. She placed one hand over her pussy. Wet. She began rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of her summer dress. Within in a few minutes, her panties were completely soaked.

  She licked her lips again, closed her eyes, parted her lips, and lolled her head back. When she opened her eyes, she noticed several men staring at her lustily. She teased them for another ten minutes or so, and then quickly moved on as if nothing had happened. She would have to go looking for Brian at the gym. There was no way that she would be able to hold out much longer. If they weren't going to see each other regularly, she didn't see a point in continuing the relationship.

  It was such a strange feeling that she was experiencing. Something had truly changed in her life over the last couple of weeks. There was little doubt about that. Before meeting Brian, she had very negative ideas about love. She'd long grown cynical, hopeless, and desperate, doubting that she would ever find the right person. Even in a city as big as New York, with as many people as there were constantly moving around, eligible, attractive, successful people, Charmaine had never been able to find a man that gave her that feeling of excitement and danger, intensity and passion.

  Brian seemed to offer all of those things and much more as well. She smiled when she thought of his naked body, his soft lips, his gorgeous eyes. But she couldn't help worrying, despite how good the energy and the chemistry was between them when they were together, about whether or not she was good enough for him.

  Maybe he'd already grown tired of her. Maybe he realized that this curvy African-American accountant wasn't what he wanted. No matter how attractive he found her, there were plenty more attractive women, models and actresses, that he could date.

  If that was the way he felt, then so be it, Charmaine said to herself. As difficult as that would have been for her to hear, she would rather he told her the truth. It would be best if he came out and said, point blank, that she wasn't good enough for him, instead of playing some weird, twisted game; leading her on, only to disappoint her and break her heart in the end.

  She had to stop and take a few deep breaths before continuing to the gym. It was only a couple blocks away, but she started to get the feeling that maybe she would be better off turning around going home, sitting down on the couch with a glass of wine and binging out on Netflix for the next several hours.

  Maybe watching Kerry Washington maneuver as the vaunted sidekick of a powerful white man would help her deal with this. But that was unlikely. She didn't want to be a sidepiece. She didn't want to be a white man's whore. She wanted Brian to be her man and she wanted them to begin building things together. But maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was getting way ahead of herself.

  Charmaine saw Brian at the gym working with one of his clients. He smiled when he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

  Ten minutes later they headed to the gym's café and bar area.

  "I hope you don't think I'm crazy," Charmaine said. "But I just… I shouldn't admit this because you will think I'm crazy but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we were together."


  Brian brushed a tangle of blond hair out of his face and smiled at Charmaine.

  "No I don't think you're crazy," Brian said. "That woman that broke into my apartment is crazy. I'm sure about that."

  They both laughed. Charmaine had tried her best to put that scary incident out of her mind. It made her tremble to think about what would've happened if Brian hadn't come back to the apartment when he did.

  "I'm just glad you came back and saved me," Charmaine said. "Maybe your life as a trainer isn’t boring after all,"

  "Maybe not. But I'm sure it's nothing compared to your job around tax season."

  They both laughed.

  As they walked out to the parking lot, Charmaine knew what she wanted to ask, but the words seemed like they were stuck in her throat. Her mouth had gone dry. Her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Dammit, she cursed herself. Dammit.

  Brian turned her and he could see that she seemed to be struggling with something. There was clearly something she wanted to say.

  There was something he wanted to say as well. And he wasn't going have any problem saying it

  "I was wondering," Brian said. "If you're not doing anything next weekend, I know this really nice picnic place. I think you'd enjoy it."

  Charmaine smiled, blushed, turned red and reached out for Brian. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly. It felt so good to feel his strong arms embracing her. It was a feeling that she wanted to experience many times again.

  *****

  The next weekend, Brian took Charmaine on a trip out of the city to a picnic area just across the state line in Connecticut.

  Charmaine had thought that maybe Brian had packed picnic food somewhere in the car. But apparently not. She tried to figure out what he meant when he said that he had already planned their meal. She hoped that he didn’t mean that they would be eating whatever food was available in the picnic area.