Interracial Desires: BWWM Multicultural Romance Box Set
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“You eat?” I asked Tony after I climbed in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, I grabbed a quick burger, but I wanted to be waiting here for you.”
“Good man,” I said, then chuckled. “And don’t think that means you need to go asking for a raise or something.”
He pulled away. We were soon on the freeway and headed back to the neighborhood where I lived and worked. About a block or two away from my crib, I saw Clarence, which wasn’t strange. What was odd as fuck is that he and two other little niggas were messing with some white chick.
“Slow up a minute,” I said, rolling down the window to get a better view. “Who is that?”
“Looks like one of those white chicks from earlier today.”
“What the fuck is Clarence doing? Stop the ride…”
FIVE
Charity
“What do you want, Clarence,” I said as calmly as I could manage.
“You know what I want, bitch. Where’s your friend? She can’t be teasing like that and not answering my calls.”
I smiled, happy that Gina hadn’t answered his call. Instantly, I regretted showing any emotion.
“What so funny, bitch?” he asked, cocking his arm back, causing me to flinch.
“Just go away, okay?” I pleaded.
His pudgy hand reached out to grab me. I pulled back. Then all hell broke loose.
“Stand the fuck down,” someone yelled.
Everyone turned to see Snake. He had a handgun pointed at Clarence. His face was pure anger – so intense. I pushed myself back into the fence.
“What’s up, boss man,” Clarence said in a whiney voice.
“What the fuck is going on here? Why ain’t you at your corner, boy?”
“Someone covering my shift. This bitch had to be taught a lesson. You understand…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Snake snarled.
My eyes opened wide as he pistol-whipped Clarence, who fell to the ground, his hands over his head to try to protect himself. The other two hood rats were frozen, unsure of what to do. Snake turned to them and lunged forward slightly. They flinched and took the fuck off, running into each other as they scrambled away.
“As for you, fat man. You’re fucking fired. Don’t let me see your tired ass out on my streets. You dig?”
“What did I do?” Clarence muttered.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Snake belted him with the handle of the pistol again, causing the fat man to cry out in agony.
“You okay?” he asked.
I looked into his eyes. Mine were still wide open in amazement. All I wanted was to get some milk, I thought, unable to form a coherent sentence to speak out loud. He moved forward and put a hand on my shoulder while putting the gun into a shoulder holster underneath his suit jacket. I trembled as soon as he touched me. His power was electric.
“I think so,” I said. “Thank you.”
“It ain’t no thing,” he said.
Clarence stayed huddled on the ground, whimpering quietly.
“You want a ride out of here?”
“Yes. Please.”
His powerful hand snaked around my waist and pressed against the small of my back. With a gentle push, he held onto me as I walked to the Cadillac Escalade I’d seen earlier in the day. When we reached the ride, he opened the back door for me. It took everything I had to stop shaking out of nervousness. One moment I’d been fine and the next a wanna be thug was about to rape me.
And the next, a black knight had rescued me. Snake closed the door once I was inside. Some white guy with a black goatee and curly hair looked back, examining me with just a quick glance before turning back around. After Snake got into the passenger seat in front, he drove off, leaving Clarence with a bruised head and ego.
“I just wanted some milk,” I said, suddenly wondering if I’d jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Are these two men going to hurt me? Why’s it got to be so hard for a woman these days?
“What’s that?” Snake called from the front, not bothering to look back.
Slightly louder, I said, “I was on my way to the store to get some milk.”
“You shouldn’t be out by yourself at night in this neighborhood,” the white guy driving said.
“Well, if I had a car, I wouldn’t be out walking. Can you drop me off at the store?”
“Yeah, but I need to stop at my crib first, okay?” Snake said, still not looking back at me.
“Okay, I guess.”
“I’ll smoke you out. Sounds like you could chill after what happened.”
I looked out the back window and smiled. Snake had access to the best dope. The rest of the ride, which only lasted a few minutes, was quiet. When the SUV stopped, Snake got out and the driver stayed behind the wheel. My door opened, and I stepped out onto the street. Once again, his powerful arm gently touched the small of my back, propelling me forward toward a dark house.
We walked up the porch and stopped in front of the door. He unlocked it and opened it, motioning me in. As I entered the darkness, a sense of calm washed over me. My safety wasn’t in question with him around. At least that’s the vibe I got from him. And I was pretty good at reading people. He flipped a light switch, lighting his living room.
As he shut the door and locked it, I stood with my hands at my sides and looked around. The furniture looked expensive and very comfortable. Everywhere I looked, I saw wood or gold. He moved to a bar on the far side of the room as I tried to take it all in. We were in one of the largest and nicest houses in the neighborhood. Everyone knew how he made his money.
“You want a drink to calm your nerves?” he asked as he poured one for himself.
“Sure. Whatever you’re having,” I replied, hoping it wasn’t too strong.
“Have a seat.”
I went to the couch and sat down at one end. Dropping onto the leather cushion was like sitting on a cloud. The wood and glass coffee table looked more expensive than all the furniture Gina and I both owned. He crossed the room with two glasses of what looked like whiskey and ice. After he sat down next to me, he handed me one of the drinks.
Before the liquid reached my lips, I could smell the whiskey. I took a sip. It was smooth. He threw back his glass and emptied half of it as I held mine in my lap and watched him. We made eye contact for a quick moment before his eyes roamed over the rest of my body. Does he like what he sees? I wondered as I stared at his body, which was very fine.
Every chiseled curve stood out to me as I forgot about Gina and everything else in the world. All that mattered was the thick, strong man sitting next to me. He adjusted himself slightly, causing his leg to brush against mine, which sent electricity through my body. As I tingling pleasure spread, I took another small sip of the whiskey.
“You don’t like it?” he asked, nodding his head at my glass.
“It’s okay. I’m not much of a drinker. I could really go for some sour right about now.”
He smiled. “Aight, then. Hold on.”
I watched his lithe, muscular body move as he bent under the coffee table. A moment later, he pulled out an intricately carved wooden box.
“I happen to have some loud. How you smoke?”
“I like to vape, but anything’s okay.”
“My kind of lady,” he said. “Wait here.”
He stood and disappeared down a hall. When he returned, he had a stainless steel Volcano vaporizer. It looked like a custom job. After he set it down on the coffee table in front of me, he plugged it in. I tried to control my excitement as a thousand possibilities ran through my mind. Snake had been in my private sexy time fantasies more than once. And now here he is in the same room with you.
“I just got a shipment in today, and I need to test it anyway. Give me your opinion?”
“Sure. Yeah,” I said, my head bobbing up and down like I was at a hip hop concert.
Suddenly, the memory of Clarence and the two other guys came to the front of my mind.
“Clarence has been a liability for a while. He’ll roll over if he knows what’s good for him.” He handed me a plastic tube. “Here you go.”
I bent my head and took a deep hit. The smoke filled the tube then my lungs. After I had as much as I could hold, I passed it to him. He took a hit himself as I exhaled, coughing loudly. It was a lot more powerful than the weed I usually smoked with Gina. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to smoke it without the vaporizer, which made it smoother.
We smoked quietly, passing the plastic tube back and forth. The THC hit my bloodstream quickly, giving me a good mental and physical buzz. That IS some good shit, I thought. Wait. Did I say that out loud? I giggled to myself, which caused Snake to smile at me. He was tough and hard, but he had a heart and soul as well from what I could tell. And I was good at reading people most of the time.
“So what was you and that other white girl giggling about earlier today when you walked up on us?” he asked as he stared deep into my eyes.
I couldn’t look away. “I don’t know…”
“Yeah? It seemed pretty damn funny. I love a good joke.”
“It wasn’t a joke,” I said, nervously adjusting my position on the couch. “More of a silly question.”
“Yeah? What question?”
Shit. Am I offending him? Why does it always go so bad so quickly for me?
“About…” I nodded my head toward his crotch without looking at it directly.
He cocked his head to the side and peered at me with a furrowed brow. “What?”
“Your cock,” I said, barely above a whisper.
His eyes widened as he realized what I was talking about. The expression of surprise was replaced by a smile as he nodded his head. A look of lust fell over his face.
“You stoned?” he asked.
I nodded my head, trying my hardest not to look between his legs.
“You want to see it?”
He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. I glanced at his hands, transfixed as he slowly unzipped them. A bulge in his boxer briefs became visible. I continued watching as he sat up slightly and pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His thick, black cock was limp as if it was asleep. I looked from it to his face.
“It’s…big…like they all say.”
“You want to touch it?” he asked.
I gulped, swallowing a lump in my throat. “Sure. Can I?”
“You can do anything you want to it. Well, almost anything.”
My thin, white hand reached across his lap and brushed against the monster, causing it to stir slightly. He leaned back on the couch and put his hands behind his head. Unable to resist, I pulled his shirt up to see his rock hard abs. He got the hint and sat up to take the shirt off completely. As my fingers wrapped around his cock, I leaned over and licked his left nipple with my tongue.
After a few swipes of my tongue, I rested my head on his powerful chest so I could watch his cock get hard. Will it get hard for me? Do I turn him on? I’m so white and thin! My fears were unfounded. As I stroked and tugged at his massive prick, it got harder in my hands. I slid my head down to his stomach so I could see it closer. The thick, mushroom head was shiny, tempting me.
Sure he wouldn’t mind, I sat up a little and swiped my tongue across the slit of his head as I continued to stroke the smooth shaft up and down with my hand. The salty taste turned me on. His hand moved to my back, rubbing it from my neck to my ass. Fuck he’s strong, I thought as I stared at his namesake. With a soft moan, I pushed the tip past my slightly parted pink lips.
He grunted and moved slightly as I tried to fit as much of him into my mouth as I could manage – which wasn’t a lot. His cock was thick and still getting harder. In that moment, all my fantasies of being with a well-endowed black man were coming true. I’d never met anyone I actually wanted to follow through with my urges until I’d met Snake.
“Come here,” he said suddenly.
Hard as rock, he reached over and lifted me off the couch. I stripped out of my clothes as he watched, his eyes taking in every inch of my white skin. Does he like what he sees? I wish my titties were bigger. He moved forward, his hands snaking around my waist. After he pulled me closer, he sat on the edge of the couch and sucked on one nipple then the other.
All the while, his big dick slapped against my inner thighs. When he had his fill of my nipples, which were hard as a rock, he lifted me up again. I stood on the cushions. As he sat back once again, I understood what he wanted. I planted my hands on the back of the couch and crouched over him. Those huge hands of his slid up the back of my legs and cupped my ass cheeks as he made love to my pussy with his mouth.
Every swipe of his tongue or touch of his lips sent waves of pleasure rushing through my body, which was small and powerless in comparison to his bulging muscles and toned body. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. All I could think about was that big, black cock between his legs. Will it even fit inside me? I had to find out.
I moved back and got on my knees while straddling his lap. With my delicate, white hands resting on his hard, black chest, I lowered myself onto that marvelous piece of man meat. It split me open as it penetrated inch after delicious inch. He reached out with his hands and grabbed my breasts, massaging them as I continued to lower myself on his thick, beautiful dick.
When it was all the way in, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me even closer, kissing me back passionately as if his life depended on the quality of the contact we made with our mouths. At the same time, he thrust his hips up, causing his cock to slide in me a little more.
As we kissed, I lifted myself and started to fuck his cock. My pussy sucked it in and out, the friction building up. Ecstasy slid through my entire body as we started to move as a single person with two minds and two hearts. He was huge, but it was a perfect fit, like we were meant to be together. Our bodies found a perfect rhythm as we both pushed toward the ultimate goal.
My orgasm hit first, causing me to scream out. He continued to plunge in and out of me as my pussy contracted, squeezing him tightly. After the peak, I slowly slid back to planet earth, enjoying the come down as much as the release. I looked into his eyes as his face contorted in pleasure. He grunted and thrust into me one last time. His cock throbbed as he unloaded deep inside me.
I leaned forward, my small, perky breasts pressing against his black chest. His hands continued to roam over my entire backside as he caught his breath. I could feel every time he breathed. His heart beat so fast. Neither of us spoke as we enjoyed the afterglow. When we finally separated, he took me to the master bathroom, which was almost as big as my living room.
We cleaned each other up then smoked another bowl and watched Saturday Night Live. As I snuggled against his hard body, a sense of calm and safety spread throughout my body and, more importantly, my mind. I ended up spending the night. The next morning, I didn’t leave. He had a lot of work to do, but I waited for him at his house when I wasn’t working.
SIX
Snake
Tanika smirked at me. I didn’t believe in hitting women, but sometimes I wished she was a fucking dude. Kamil was in his room with the door closed. My moms sat on the couch in her usual spot. They were both attacking me at the same time, something I despised. I took a deep breath and continued to hold back my anger.
“That’s not fucking funny,” I said calmly.
“Well, if you got a white whore, it’s just the truth,” my moms said with her hands crossed over her chest.
“It ain’t even like that,” I protested, knowing it was pointless.
“Until you stop seeing that harlot, you can’t see your son.”
“That’s some bullshit,” I said, pacing the floor.
“You can come back to me, baby. Why you gotta drop me for a white woman?”
I shook my head, unable to take anymore. “That’s not even how it went down, Tanika. And you know it. I’m through with this bullshit. If I can’t see my son, none of you is getting any money. Let’s see what you do about that,” I said, turning to the front door.
“I got another man or I can dance. We don’t need your money,” Tanika said.
With my hand on the doorknob, I took another deep breath.
“I don’t want no gang bangers around my fucking son. You hear that?”
“Are you threatening me? Did you hear that, mama?”
Before either of them could say anything else, I opened the door and left. I wanted to see my son, but it could wait a while. Causing a scene in front of him wouldn’t help anyone or anything. They would call me as soon as they ran out of money. As fast as they went through it week after week, it wasn’t going to take too long. I got back in the SUV and told Tony to take me back to the crib.
Charity was in the kitchen cleaning up when I got back. After a week with me, I wasn’t sure what to do with her. She was a good fuck, sure, but I found myself thinking about her after I busted a nut, which was strange for me. Usually after I came, the bitches left. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She moaned as I kissed her neck.
“How you doing?” I asked.
“Not bad.” She turned around. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“Something’s wrong. I can tell. You get this look.”
“A look?”
“Yeah, like you’re stressed out about something.”
“It’s my son and my baby mama,” I said, not really wanting to talk about it.
“Did something happen?”
“Bitch said I couldn’t see my son, so I’m going to quit giving them money. We’ll see how long it takes them to come around.”
“Them?”
“My moms and her. They both don’t like me being with you.”
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