by Red Snapper
He glanced at her flabbergasted, as he was not expecting to hear her come out so strong with her request.
She looked at him and said, “Did I say something wrong?”
He immediately answered, “No…no you are fine!” “I was just…okay…we can go to my place for a nightcap if you like.”
She smiled as he began drive to his place.
He thought, “Damn…she don’t waste no time…I like that shit!”
He glanced at the mirror before getting into the right lane. They both continue talking without saying much of anything, but he didn't notice until now how she's been looking at him. A smile plays across his lips as he leans against the seat, his eyes watching her lips. He laughed, saying “What?” in the midst of the giggle, self-conscious, and he keeps giving that grin, just saying “Nothin” as he continues to drink in the sight, the presence, of her.
Finally, they reach his condominium in Leawood, as they get out the car and stroll across the parking lot. As they make their way across the foyer to the elevators, she glances up at him, as she smelled his cologne. She noticed it was Sean John, as she thought, “I always loved the smell of that fragrance.”
One of his long fingers stabs the button for the seventh floor, and the doors slide closed. His free arm slides around her waist, pulling her close, hand resting on her thigh. He bends to whisper in her ear, “Whatever would we do if the elevator got stuck?”
She suddenly became aware that his thumb was now caressing the top of her thigh as he breathed in her ear, “Think we could find something to do while they spent an hour or two fixing it?”
She smiled as the door dings open on the seventh floor. As they began to walk out of the elevator LaDarius began to trace her hip and waist to rest his hand on the small of her back, leading her off to the left and to his apartment. As he unlocked the door, they walked into the foyer and she immediately noticed that his place was the gorgeous, more then she expected for a bachelor’s apartment. Once inside, he goes to the balcony doors with a view of the Kansas City Skyline, opening them up allowing the cold summer breeze to enter in. He looked at her as he walked over to the bar and said, “Would you like a drink?”
She smiled as she replied, “Yes…can you make me a fuzzy navel?”
He laughed as he replied, “Yeah…this will give me a chance to test out my bartending skills.”
After he makes their drinks, he strolled over to her, gives her the glass, taking her hand, and walking her over to the couch facing the balcony. They both sit down and sip their drinks as she responds, “You have a nice place here LaDarius.”
“Thank you…I believe that everyone who works should have what they worked for.”
She looked at him quizzically, as he bends to kiss her palm, her wrist, her forearm, his body leaning across hers as his kisses worked his way up her arm to her shoulder, her collar, and then her neck. Fredericka could feel his breathing, catching the most butterfly touch of his lips, and the touch of his close hand, running up her thigh from knee to waist. When his kisses reached her lips, she quickly leaned into it, pulling herself in front of him and then laying on top of him as his hand roamed up the back of her thighs, dragging the hem of her sundress higher with it.
They both smiled as they immediately put down their beverages on the coffee table directly in front of the couch. Fredericka could not believe it as she lay atop of him, giving him a kiss, his hands pulling up her dress. She was now wearing just a black full cup corset with a matching lace boy short.
LaDarius was now extremely aroused as he sat up, with a grin on his face, and one of his hands uncups her luscious ass to move a strand of hair out of her eyes. Fredericka was breathing heavily as she could feel his pulse and his throbbing hard shaft in his pants. He starts to sit up, but she places her finger in the middle of his chest to keep him down. He's breathing so hard at the sight of her, that he catches his breath when she pulls his shirt up, over his head. As she shook her black silky hair free, she could feel him trace her body from shoulder to hip with one hand. She immediately straddled him, but he guides her up his torso to straddle his head. His breath, so deep and careful, teases her thighs as his fingers tug at her boy short panties, moving them to the side to allow him to caress her with his breath, his tongue. She began to feel him start to breathe faster as he began to lick her luscious punany, taking the labia in his mouth and toying with it gently. He sucked on her pussy lips and clit with force, but he was gentle with her. She put one hand back on his chest to keep upright, the other on top of his baldhead as she started to rock in time with his movements, letting the clasp of his hand on her bootylicious ass keep him steady.
He continued to explore her lips gently, teasing the nub as he moves deeper. First, he gently strokes near her clit, then around it, then he presses deep into the well with a tongue that responds to her wants; she was unsure if she was telling him what to do, or he simply knows from the clasp of her hand on his head. Fredericka could feel his greed for her in his hands on your bodacious ass and back, his insistent tongue, his own moans of pleasure as they vibrate through her. Soon she reached to touch herself, caressing her own breasts and neck, letting the tide of the feeling wash through her, rising ever higher. The flush of her bronze skin started at her neck and loins but now suffuses her entire body, a warm glow across her bronze skin that counterpoints to the heat in her blood and the gentle kiss of the summer Kansas City breeze. The feel of her boy shorts on the tops of her thighs and his own shirt on their backs, moved rather than removed left her feeling even more needed... he couldn't even wait for her to be fully nude to have at her sexy curvy body...to touch her there, to explore every inch of her physique.
The tide of her pleasure peaks, then crests, then collapses like a wave upon the shore. Fredericka’s body shakes, clenches, arches, and only his hands keep her upright as he continues to taste her pussy. He clasps her body with his forearms, keeping her up, keeping the feeling, until the touch of his tongue is so exquisite it's painful. She heard a cry from her own throat, as she threw herself sideways to escape the overload of his attentions. She began to cum as she had never cum before as she rubbed his face with her clit vigorously.
She shouted, “OOHHHH…HHHMMM…I’MMMMMM CUMMING!” “OH Man…I Needed this!” “FUCK YEAH LADARIUS…DO ME BABY!”
She laid there panting on the couch, wearing just her black lace boy shorts and her Eva Sling back Platform Sandals shoes with a 4 ¾ inch heels still on. Her black lace bra was lost sometime in the middle of it... thank God for front clasps and she was not sure, if she took his shirt off or if it simply came off him during the session.
LaDarius looked at her as he began to move slowly up next to her, always in contact... a light caress on her calf, a touch on her thigh, a kiss on her hip, a tracing of her breast. As he kissed her she felt aftershocks running through her body, making her shudder with new ecstasy, closing her eyes as his lips touch hers, his tongue parts her luscious lips and caresses her teeth. She slowly unzipped his slacks, tugging his satin shirt up and out of the way. She could feel his rock hard shaft, so firm and solid. It seemed like it was going to burst as she pulled on it. She began to stroke it as he moaned slightly in enjoyment. His dick was straining to be released as she could feel the precum at the tip. She continued to stroke it gently, feeling its length bob and pulse as she slid her fingers from tip to base and back again. He takes a deep and shuddering breath, which gives way to deep, heaving pants as she continue to tease him.
Finally, she removes his throbbing hard dick out of his slacks jail and pumps it slowly, making him began to shudder in enjoyment. She can see the precum on the tip as she licked her lips.
She smiles as she thought, “He can't do this long without him losing control, so I better turn him onto his back.”
She asked him to turn on his back as she once again straddle his head, but now she was in the sixty-nine position as she began to grip his hard prick with one hand, teasing it with fingers and tongue. All
LaDarius could do was gasp in appreciation as he returns his attentions to her punany, working past her thighs. Soon both of them were employing their tongues and hands, urging the other to greater gratification, daring the other to be the one who climaxes first.
Soon LaDarius was screaming, “OH MAN…HERE IT COMES,” as he felt his stream of jizm making its way from his balls to the head of his throbbing hard dick. Before he erupted in her waiting mouth, his back was arching, his hands forcing her ass down and her wet pussy to his mouth. His tongue shoves into her pussy, his hands holding onto her ass, his own body began to quiver as his spurt his load. She was also panting on top of him, with her head pillowed on his thigh. It was only a few moments before he began to stir, touching and tasting her sweet pussy lips, which were quickly becoming too sensitive to bear any more. She continued to suck his half-limp dick as the endless amount of cum was still flowing out of the head. As she sucked him, she could see his dick jump dazedly, gradually growing hard again. They seemed to be addicted to each other as they both moved to the side, and she turned around to face him... both to continue their kisses. Their kisses were full and deep, both of them assessing each other's boundaries, and inviting their own to be examinated.
She was now hungry for his touch as she felt his hardness against her thighs. She knew she wanted more as she hoped he was ready for round three. She quickly reached down to grasp his already stiff shaft. She closed her eyes as she concentrated, holding his pulsating love stick in her hand, feeling the throb of his necessitate in the palm of her hand. He quickly takes control of her, taking his dick from her hand and pushing it into her sopping wet cunt. She closed her eyes as she opened herself completely to him, crying out as he enters you, pushing deep as you cross your ankles behind his thighs.
“Oh…LaDarius…take this wet pussy…it has been…and is yours!”” Do with me what you will baby!”
With that, he held himself above her; slowly long stroking her, in and out of her wet love box with brute forced. As he long stroked her, she could tell he was doing everything within his power to hold on from releasing his juices to quickly, but she had one of those pussies that would make a man go to battle and fight to keep her from the enemy.
She gazed at his face, eyes closed as he had the look of pleasure that spread across his face. She closed her eyes as she listened to his subtle grunt at the base of each stroke. She encouraged him, lifting her thighs to wrap around his hips, her pretty heels on his ass, with her hands around his neck. She knew he was trying his best to make her feel good as she continued to pump her. As the tide of sensation took control, she began whispering in his ear, filthy encouragements, and descriptions of how it feels and how much she loved what he's was doing to her. All this did was made him pump her more rapidly and vigorously.
Soon, he was starting to moan in response to her dirty talk as he began crashing his mouth into hers for a passionate kiss, his rigid stiff dick still pulsing as it pushes deep inside her wet slit.
Suddenly out of nowhere as her own fascination began to rises, she dug her fingers into his back, her breath shuddering through him as she began to pant out of control. Every part of her now quivering body was on fire, her skin so tight it felts like she was going to explode, as she thought, “No man…including Javon has ever made me feel the way this man is making me feel right now!” She gasped and closed her eyes tight as he pushed farther, and the shuddering locked her body in a tight arch, a scream ripping from her now twitching body. He thrusts twice more, hard enough that it would hurt had she not been beyond that, her mind floating in a ocean of gratification; she vaguely aware of him crying out in delight, felt him collapse on top of her only as a warm, comforting, weight. His now limp dick dripping the last drops of his jizm into her waiting pussy.
After about ten minutes, LaDarius finally rolled off to the side, still inside of her as they both lay on the couch, panting and touching, a light sheen of sweat over both of their bodies. As the cool breeze blows through the still-open balcony door, raising goose bumps wherever he doesn't touch her. His fingertips trail fire across her, but the tracks cool in the breeze. He leaned forward, brushing his lips with hers, a kiss that would seem innocent were you not still intimately intertwined. He pulses inside her pussy, slow...the feeling of one who is sated. His hips move a little, teasing her with the slightest of movements within her. Fredericka just gasped and smiled at him, than she threw her leg over his hip and pushed him on his back, sitting astride him, not letting him slip out of her. With a smile, she rode him for a moment, letting the gentle motions send waves through them both. She move his hands to her breasts; large and strong, with long, dexterous fingers, they begin to squeeze and tug at her nipples, engorged from the pleasures she had thus far. She speeded herself up as he moved one of his hands down to her hip, his thumb brushing against her clit, his other hand holding her left breast, pinching and tugging until her body gives a soft, relaxing, sigh... all the orgasm she has left at the moment. She let her body rest against his hands for a moment, and then lay full flush atop him, letting her body come down from the high. Each little movement of his hands, or caress of his dick as it shrinks out of her, sends ripples of pleasure through her. At some point, she thought, “Damn…this is one man who knows how to make love to a woman.”
After about twenty minutes they drifted off to sleep, she still pressed atop him. Finally, Fredericka was content with no worries about producing a child. This is what she was looking for and it felt good.
Chapter 12
Meanwhile as the sunlight hours were gradually winding down, Tiberius had been on stakeout in front of Brian’s residence for most of that time. He sat there waiting with patience as his anticipation and expectation of Brian doing sometime, anything out of the ordinary was consuming him. As he sat there watching the perimeter, he noticed two black S.U.V.s approaching the house coming from the east. He lowered himself, trying to ensure no one saw him in his vehicle. Suddenly, four well-groomed Black men, wearing two piece suits and bow ties emerged out of the S.U.V.’s and quickly strolled up to the residence. As the men went into the domicile, he made sure to take their license plate numbers and ran them through on his computer. About two minutes later the license plate information was available.
When Tiberius read the license plate information, he was completely stunned when he found out whose name these vehicles were registered. The vehicles are registered to Mr. Muhammad X, a disgruntled ex-Nation of Islam Minister that went rogue about ten years ago after he and the Nation had a dreadful dispute. He claimed that the Nation was getting too sympathetic with the Caucasian race and decided to form his own sect, which eventually led to organized crime. Muhammad and Brian met while they were in college and were very close. As Tiberius was about to make a call to Vikki, the three of the men immediately strolled back to their vehicles and waited. The fourth man was still in the house with Brian. Tiberius put down his phone, got out of the car and strolled around the back of house. He slowly crawled over to the patio doors on the deck, trying to remain as silent as possible. He took out his portable listening device so he could listen to their conversation.
“Mr. Deveraux…I think you are making a terrible mistake…you do not want to cause any problems with Ms. Laurie.”
Brian got up and started pacing the floor, as he answered, “You don’t understand…this bitch is guilty!” “I helped her by getting rid of her problem and now she pays me back with killing my girl!” “She must pay for this shit!”
Muhammad crossed his legs and put his fingers together as he replied, “What evidence do you have that proves your theory?” “Before you move in hast…you should investigate!” “This woman is extremely powerful and has a vast amount of support in this community and abroad.” “It is my opinion that you reconsider going to war with her and find out who really did this, otherwise you will find yourself in a predicament that you may not survive.”
Brian gazed at him with an disappointment expression on his face as he sho
ok his head in the affirmative.
“Maybe I should re-evaluate this before I pursue further, but if I find out anything that points to her putting out a hit on my girl, then I will personally take out Ms. Tangie Laurie myself!”
Tiberius could not believe what he was hearing as he slowly moved away from the deck. He took his time as he made his way back to his car. He slowly got back into his car and sat there waiting for the next move. Suddenly the three men who were with Muhammad X strolled back to the house. The men went into the house and in about a span of five minutes, the emerged back out the house, escorting Mr. Muhammad X to his S.U.V. As the vehicles left the area, A thought quickly came to him, “You know something…those black S.U.V.s remind me about the story Javon told us about, being chased by some black S.U.V.s.” “I wonder if there is a connection.”
Tiberius took out his cell phone and called Javon’s number. As he waited for him to answer, he kept staring at Brian’s house. Finally, Javon answered.
“Hello…Javon!” “This is Tiberius, how are you?”
“I’m fine…what’s going on?”
“Oh nothing just working…listen I have a question for you.”
“What is it man?”
“Remember when you were leaving Walter’s wedding and you were suddenly chased by a couple of black S.U.V.s?”
“Yeah man…how can I forget that?” “Those were Maxwell’s men trying to fuck me up!”
“Did you get a look at them Javon?”
Javon sighed and then answered, “Did I get a look at them…shit man I was dodging bullets…I did not see shit!” “Hey wait a minute…why are you asking me these questions?”
“Javon…I don’t know but I think those guys that were after you were not part of Maxwell’s crew.” “Look I will call you back when I find out more.””
“Hey Tye…what do you mean…” suddenly, there was a dial tone as Tiberius had hung ended the call.