by Mia Madison
“What?” He was losing me.
“Generally, we tend to think of things we want right now, without thinking in regards to things we want overall from life. If you don’t know what you’re building toward, then you don’t know what you ultimately want. If that’s the case, when all is said and done, you’re going to end up wandering off the path that’s meant for you.”
I nodded as I took that in. “I’d never really thought of it like that, to be honest. I think I’m a regular girl. I want to get married and have kids one day. I just never thought of it as something I needed to plan for.”
“Why not?”
“Because they tell women when you focus on it, you’re not focused on yourself. Mom said being a parent was a full time sacrifice. At my age, I’m just not ready to do that.”
“At what age do you think you’d be interested in that?” He asked. “Better yet - let’s drop age. What would you like to have accomplished first to make you feel comfortable and ready to have children with your husband?”
“I’d say, when I have my own place, and my own cosmetics line,” I replied after much thought. “Those two things are most important.”
“Your own cosmetics line…” He repeated with a curious tone.
“Yes, having my own line would mean creating colors I can’t find with other lines. Perfect shades for myself and my clients, just like Rihanna did with Fenty.”
“I like that.” He stroked his chin as my words sank in.
“Really?”
“Yes,” he affirmed. “With the right set up, you can create a solid business that builds your brand. We can have people work for you while you look over everything.”
“We?” I arched my brow. Our eyes connected as we ate.
“I’m an investor, love. And while things like Bitcoin are sexy and the talk of the world, my focus tends to aim towards more proven and sustainable ideas.”
“You know, I don’t understand Bitcoin in the least.”
That led us into a conversation about cryptocurrency. I couldn’t remember the details in particular, but I was convinced to take a little bit of money and invest. There couldn’t be any harm in trying.
The more we talked, the more I realized Romeo was so much more than I could have ever asked for. He was smart, progressive, chivalrous - and even though I was clandestine about it, I kept staring at his lips. He was so fucking sexy, and I still had flashbacks of the way those perfect lips caressed my pussy the night before.
“You’re pretty amazing.” I revealed with a little shock in my tone.
His expression became quizzical, but he burst into a warm chuckle. “Am I now?”
“Yes, you are.” I put down the knife and fork. “Yesterday was probably one of the worst days of my life. I learned that my ex — who I’d just caught cheating — was even more of a dog than I’d realized. Raquel told me what happened with them, and then you and I — I started this nasty fight with you. You hadn’t even done anything.”
“I have a sister. It happens.”
Damn, he was so understanding.
“But now we’re here, like last night never happened.”
“Last night?” A pique of interest showed in his brow. His eyes glimmered with sparkles of anticipation.
“Last night was… it was insane, yet intense,” I countered. “Everything was at emotional extremes, but you never lost your cool. You had me the entire time - I mean aside of when I left you at the restaurant yesterday.”
He reached over for my hand and caressed it. “Darling, I promise,” he murmured as he kissed the top of it, “You will never, ever have to worry about me not having you. I already told you, I play for keeps and I don’t lose.”
A raging beast of need turned his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. It felt like time slowed to a halt, and everything quieted, but my heart pounded through my chest, and my nipples hardened instantly. Stars flickered in the corner of my vision, and my mouth watered.
“You know what? I think I’m ready for dessert,” I said.
Romeo raised his hand and gestured to the waitress. I raised my hand to stop him.
“No, no.” My eyes flashed with lust, as my tongue slid across my ruby red lips. “I’m talking about the dessert we left at home.”
Romeo
“Shit!”
My body bucked as she worked my shaft. Her lips felt so right. Her mouth felt like it was meant to hold me.
“Baby…” I lifted myself up weakly, and was promptly knocked back down by her insistent palm.
“Sit still.” Her eyes dared me to get up again, but she sucked my dick in a manner that rendered me helpless.
That’s not how this was supposed to happen.
Beverly was supposed to appear at the door, beautiful and ready for me. Check. She was supposed to let me take her out, wine and dine her. Check. She was going to let me learn about her, explore her mind, and show her that I was genuine in my interest for her. Check.
But dessert? I should be tasting her, not the other way around. Yet here I was, barely making it inside my home when she’d grabbed my fly, pulled my length out, and gotten to work.
“Your cock tastes so good in my mouth,” she whispered, her delectable voice making my ears ring in ecstasy.
I groaned at the way she skillfully put it on me. She traced the thick veins of my dick with her tongue, watching my face as she sucked me.
I reached down for one of her breasts, feeling delight in the way her nipple hardened under my touch. Her skin covered in tiny goosebumps and I shivered. She liked giving me head, pleasing me in this manner.
You know how rare it is to find a woman who loves sucking unabashedly?
“Baby, I’m going to nut,” I warned.
She kissed the head of my dick, stood up, and led me by the erection toward my bedroom. I was enraptured by her beauty, long brunette hair swinging as her womanly hips swiveled side to side in that red dress she wore. She was gorgeous, and I felt so lucky to be with her in that moment.
I unbuttoned my shirt, and kicked my pants from around my ankles. I lay on the bed, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, my cock hanging out.
My heart pounded as I held myself, stroking slow and lazy as she peeled out of her dress. Her figure was picture perfect. She was encased in a matching red and pink bra and panty set, and had the prettiest red flower piercing on her navel.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”
She flashed a seductive, wily smile, then her gaze smoldered to one of lust. She lifted her ankle, showcasing pretty red crystal heels with red ribbon tying the ankles together. “Heels?”
“Keep them on, baby.” I licked my lips, because this girl was giving me a serious show fetish.
She sauntered over, and when she slid onto the bed next to me, I wove my fingers through her loose, lustrous hair. I hoped our daughter had hair like this. It was rich, dark, and glossy. The kind of hair women paid thousands of dollars to have sewn or bonded on.
I brushed my lips to hers, which were plump and red, kissing away any doubts and fears she had. Things were moving fast — damn near too fast for the both of us. But we couldn’t help it. I certainly couldn’t help it. I tried. God knows I tried. But having her around unraveled me. Time collapsed between us, so even though I’d only met her yesterday, it felt like I’d been waiting for her my entire fucking life.
I needed this woman. I wasn’t going to hurt her like her ex did. I wasn’t going to play games with her time and interest. She was passionate, very fiery when triggered, but overall the most alluring woman who’d ever crossed my path. She looked, smelled, sounded, tasted — and I’m sure felt — sweeter than any other I’d ever met.
It’s never too soon when you know it’s forever.
She pushed herself on top of me, straddling me fully. I relaxed, let her take control, and decided it was her show. I wanted her as bad as she wanted me, if not more, but I believed in letting a woman have her way.
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�You’re so hard. And so thick.” She moaned and stroked me. She pouted in playful apprehension. “I might split into two.”
“Nah, baby,” I promised, squeezing her pretty hips. “I won’t let that happen. But can tell you that you’re about to have the greatest ride of your life.”
She pulled her panties to the side, revealing smooth waxed pussy. Her lips were pink and glistened with juices.
She made the act of fucking me feel ceremonial. She parted her thighs to receive me graciously. I gasped as the silky heat of her body gripped me, tight, warm, and wet - as if there were never any intention of letting go.
She arched her back as she tilted her head to the ceiling and released a slow, breathy moan. “Ooooh, gosh, that feels good.”
Her tunnel stretched and accommodated my length completely to the base. I’m sure I looked like an idiot. My mouth was ajar, and my eyes were crushed shut with pleasure. I had never been so convinced that a woman was molded from perfection. Everything about her was impeccable. How did God make a woman so perfect?
She took control and anchored herself while on top. Her hips slid up and down, moving on top of me deliciously. She moaned as she took her fill of me, and once I gathered enough bearings, I grabbed her hips and met her thrust for thrust.
“You feel so good, baby.” I encouraged her. “And you look so beautiful riding my dick. Fuck me, mami.”
She moaned. Her breasts bounced with every pump. I could see her nipples wrinkle and tighten. I sat up, just enough, to catch one in my mouth. Closing my eyes to concentrate, I suckled on the nipple and lavished enough attention to count the bumps on the tip.
She dug her nails into my shoulder, whimpering for me as I tasted her flesh. She stopped riding hard and began to grind on me. Searing wetness dripped down from her walls and onto my balls.
She began pulsating her walls as she gyrated, bringing me a new level of sensation. I’d heard there were women who took Kegel exercises to a new level; I was finally experiencing that for myself.
“Mami, you keep playing with me, and you’re going to end up pregnant.”
“You wouldn’t do such a thing,” she moaned dismissively. She groaned, caressed my face, and kissed me. I felt her walls grip even more strongly on my dick, and I bit my lip not to cum.
“You think I won’t?” I said, turning her over. Now it was my turn to be on top. I took her pretty legs, enhanced even more by her beautiful heels, and pressed them up by her ears. She didn’t even flinch when I got them almost flush to her sides.
“Damn babygirl, you’re flexible.”
“One of my many secrets,” she mused. “Now push yourself inside my pussy so you can experience some of the rest.”
My god, Beverly’s body was the softest place on Earth. Wet and silken, it threatened to undo me completely.
“Baby. Why the fuck do you feel so good?”
I groaned as I pushed my rock hard cock back inside her soft, supple flesh. With every stroke, my soul threatened to leave my body. I was covered with goosebumps, every nerve on its end, titillated by pleasure as my girth stretched inside of her.
Beverly’s eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure. Her ruby red lips, partially smeared from our kisses, were parted. Breathy sighs and beautiful moans came from between them, encouraging me to push deeper and deeper into her. If I could’ve folded my body so my entire person could fall inside of her, I would have. She felt so sweet, so warm, so safe.
She felt like the physical incarnation of love itself. And I couldn’t get enough.
“How this dick feel to you, sweetheart?” I pressed, desiring to know if I’d been making her feel as wonderful as I did.
“Your stroke’s incredible, baby.” She squeezed her fingers, digging those pretty nails into my shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”
“No?” I asked. “You like the way daddy gives you this pipe?”
“Yes, daddy, keep fucking me.” She thrust her hips, gyrating seductively as she sucked me in.
My dick felt even harder from hearing her call me daddy. With every thrust of her hips into me, I could feel this deep part of me begging to lose myself inside of her.
Body to body, mouth to mouth, we moved in a sensual rhythm as our bodies collided erotically.
She was really in my bed, giving herself to me. My aching shaft dug deep into her wet heat, every stroke slow, sure, and possessive. I didn’t know what her intentions were; I simply knew mine would never involve letting her go. She was mine, and this? The sex, the romance, the seduction? We were only just beginning.
Beverly’s legs wrapped around me as she pulled me close. She moaned and whispered about how good my dick felt inside her, and I murmured about how beautiful she looked when I was fucking her.
I leaned in, licking and sucking on the side of her neck before returning to her beautiful lips. I wanted to suck the ruby red off of them, ingest the flavor of her, and make her cum for me.
As if reading my mind, Beverly’s sounds began to heighten. “Baby, daddy… your cock…you’re going to make my pussy explode. You’re going to make my pussy explode…”
“Yeah?” I picked up speed, willing my balls to hold back their nut until she came first. “Cum for daddy… cum all over daddy’s dick right now baby. Please, baby. I need to feel you let loose on all over me mami…”
“Romeo…” She let go with the world’s most mouthwatering moan. Her skin shimmered with perspiration, and she shuddered from pleasure. I came in mutual surrender with her, determined to let my balls empty every ounce of nut deep within.
As the orgasm subsided, I reluctantly pulled out. I wanted to sleep inside of her, but I settled for collapsing next to her. Physically, I was exhausted, but my emotions were fueled to new heights I couldn’t explain.
Deep, quiet breaths filled the room. The air of the ceiling fan cooled our sweat.
“You feel okay baby?”
“Mm-hm.” Her eyes were closed, and her voice was serene. Her lipstick was no more than a stain of red that remained on her lips. I pulled her body close to mine and closed my eyes. The last thing I felt was her kiss on my lips before I fell asleep.
I slipped out of bed and showered before the sun crept into the sky. It was only 5:30, but I had a long day ahead of me. And a very nerve-wracking decision to make.
Beverly remained a sleeping beauty as I moved around, quiet and determined not to wake her. I wanted to take out my phone and get a photo of her in this state, but I didn’t want to be a creep.
For two hours, I checked my emails, responded to business inquiries, and surfed the web. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but as time passed, the urge to look for that one thing it felt insane to search for grew larger and larger.
I ignored the urges at first, because they weren’t logical. As passionate as I was, logic trumped emotions, so if it didn’t make sense, I wasn’t likely to pursue a desire.
Being around Beverly shifted that for me. Especially when it came to things related to and for Beverly.
I shook my head. This woman had me acting so out of character, I’d gone against family.
Dilayla and I still weren’t speaking after the blowup at my party the other night. She stormed out when I told her I wouldn’t accept her childish behavior. Yes, it was only about a day or so ago, but we spoke almost daily.
The lack of texts between us was an eerie first, but I didn’t regret it.
I loved my sister, and I knew she meant well. But she had no place in telling me what to do, nor who to do it with. Especially when it came to the first woman I’d had genuine interest in, in a long time.
To be honest, Dilayla remembered the old school Romeo. The Romeo that lived up to his name, and told women what they wanted to hear. I had money, so wining, dining, and leaving a positive impression on women was nothing.
… But they would always leave heartbroken because I wouldn’t commit. And why would I? I was young, rich, and handsome. I was a man with plenty of disposable funds to use as I
saw fit, and no woman offered enough to make me really take notice and sit still.
To be extremely honest, Beverly hadn’t necessarily jumped through hoops to win me over either, but perhaps that was the draw. She’d easily cursed me out and left that day at the restaurant. Sure, it stung, because I hadn’t done anything to her. But you know what? It let me know that in the event I really upset her, she wouldn’t pretend to hide it.
Deep down, I was also swayed by the fact that she wanted a family, but knew she had personal business goals to accomplish first — goals I could actually get behind. I had dated plenty of women who saw my money as an opportunity to stop working. They only wanted to model and be pretty, so this really turned me on.
After another hour or so, I went in and checked on Beverly. She was still knocked out. I sat on her side of the bed and looked at her. She must have sensed this, because that’s when she woke up.
“Hm?” She said sleepily.
I caressed her sleepy face. “Morning, tiger.”
She giggled, and shifted. “I see you’re a morning person.”
“Early bird gets the worm.”
“Hmph.”
“You hungry?”
“Mmmm-hmm.” She grunted in affirmation.
“I’ll fix breakfast.”
I pointed out the bathroom, and told her where the towels were, squeezed her chin in adoration, and went to the kitchen. I heard the shower going as I cooked.
Twenty minutes later, breakfast was finished. She sat down to a platter of pancakes, eggs, and sausage.
“I’m going to have to get you some clothes,” I said, smiling at the way she swam under my clothes. My shirt covered her, but it was almost too large for her frame.
“It’s okay,” she assured me. “I’ll throw on last night’s dress. I’m only headed home after this. I can clean up and change there.”
I dropped her off after breakfast with plans to pick her up that evening. I spent most of the day running errands, and kept the texting and idle conversation to a minimum because I didn’t want to ruin my plans for the night.