AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories)

by Lady Keisha

  His cock was still soft and it had to be at least six inches of solid meat. I wondered what it would look like with a little bit of female help. I love the reaction that I get when a man sees me for the first time with nothing on but a smile. Everybody should be naked; it feels so good to let it all hang out. Xavier was doing that and I noticed that his short hair had now been replaced by a shiny dome. It had recently been done and that boy could pull off that look like nobody that I knew.

  I also noticed that he was clean shaven and looked like he was ready for his close up. My hands moved further south, until I came to my skirt and then I pulled the fabric up, until it was around my waist. I easily removed my panties and I dangled them from my hand. In a moment of inspiration, I walked right into the shower and up behind him.

  He had his eyes closed and then I moved my hands around in front of him with my panties up to his nose. He didn’t quite realize what was going on, until he finally fluttered his eyes open and looked at the frilly black garment in front of him. He took a big whiff and then he turned with the product of his arousal now rising to the occasion.

  “Marianne…what the fuck are you doing in here?” He looked surprised, but he did not try to pull my hand away from his nose. Every moment that he breathed, he was getting a whiff of my cunt. It was having a very noticeable result. “You shouldn’t be here. I never said that I would do an interview with any one. Get out of here, before I…call for security.” He was losing his composure and I was happy to touch his masculine chest and that physique of a god.

  “Are you sure that there’s not anything that I can do to change your mind?” I wanted him in the worst way, but I wanted him to beg for it on bended knee. The way that he was looking at me and the way that his cock was stretching to a very imposing nine inches was a good indication that my plan was working to perfection. “Your lips say one thing…”

  I placed my finger on his lips and his tongue came out to lick it. He sucked on that digit back and forth across his tongue; until I looked down to see that he was leaking. That knob was showing a sheen from the clear liquid that was now becoming quite prevalent.

  “I’m engaged to be married. This isn’t right and you should leave.” He wasn’t trying to usher me out and before long he was sucking two fingers in and out of his mouth. It made me think that maybe he was closeted, but it was also quite erotic to think that he had been that way with another man. I wasn’t going to ask him. Any kind of experimentation was his business. “She’s going to be here in an hour.” Without saying anything at all, he was basically telling me that we had one hour to play. “What exactly do you want to know?”

  This was a good start, but to get him in the right frame of mind would mean taking things a little bit further.

  I surprised him by grabbing his package. He was going to deliver the goods and I was not about to take no for an answer. I was hoping that this would happen in a bed, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I want to know about your childhood and how you have come to be the man that you are.”

  I pulled him down by the back of his neck, making him see me and then taste the tip of my tongue entering into his mouth. I’d always been considered a great kisser and when I pulled away, I saw that glaze expression and it brought to mind many a time that I had done the same thing to boys that thought that they were men.

  “You are fucking insane to be here. You have a lot of guts and if you were a man, I would’ve thrown you out immediately.” He put his hand around my waist, his arm soaking wet and now pulling me into the shower without my consent. The hot water had my clothing soaked. I was doing a striptease for his amusement and pleasure. I looked like I was having part in some kind of wet tee shirt contest that had gone terribly awry. The only thing that wasn’t see-through was my skirt. It was bunched up around my waist. That really didn’t keep him from seeing the contrast between my colored skin and the pink color of my tight hole.

  “You did that on purpose. Look who’s fucking insane now.” His arms were huge and his biceps were something that you would see inside those muscle magazines on the shelf. “I don’t think that you understand. You’re not going to get any of this, until you tell me something that is not readily known to the public. Make it good and I’ll give you a little treat.” This was a matter of negotiations and the way that I did things was a little differently than my competitors.

  “I had two offers to join different NFL teams at the same time that I was getting out of college.”

  This was not something that anybody knew. I rewarded him for his honesty by moving my fingers that were currently around his base. I was using the wetness of his own juices and that of the hot spray from the shower to guide me. I gave him long strokes all the way up from the bottom to the top of the head and over again. I heard his outcry of pleasure, listened to his heart beating, and then saw his cock head drooling something fierce.

  “I could get you off, but that is not the main reason for this exercise.” I wanted to bend over right there, hold on to my knees and let him plow forward with that manly piece of meat. I wanted to feel it deep in my gut, as he gave me what his fiancé was going to take off the table. Once that ring was on her finger girls would curse her and look for any way to make him turn away from his vows. They would want to be that sensationalized story on any rag that determined that he had a mistress on the side. That gave me an idea.

  “Tell me something about your fiancé that would make people cock an eyebrow.” His lips were starting to move, but he was trying his best not to say anything that would put a bad light on his fiancé.

  I stole that secret from him, by cradling his balls and giving them a squeeze. “She used to be a stripper in Georgia. She changed her name a year ago, after we met.”

  I wasn’t sure that I was going to use that against them, but it was nice to know that he was easily manipulated. Those muscles were amazing and I traced each one with my hands, until I was grabbing him with both hands and using his cock, as a makeshift leash to pull him from the shower. I walked ahead of him with my hand giving him incentive to follow along like a good little puppy dog.

  I turned suddenly and pushed him up against one of the lockers. The clanging of the metal, and then him looking at me as I sat down on the bench in front of him, was priceless. I took ahold of his cock and pulled it down towards my mouth, until he could almost taste it about to happen. “Nobody really knows about your childhood. Maybe it’s about time that you shine a light on it. The more that you keep these things to yourself, the more that people think that you are hiding something.” My tongue outstretched and I was close to touching him, but not until he laid his heart bare.

  “I haven’t told anybody… at all…damn, I want that fucking tongue.” The only way that he was going to get it was by unburdening his soul. “I was a scrawny little kid. I saw my father beating the holy hell out of my mother and I began to work out like a demon. I would put my body through untold pain, just to make myself tougher.”

  This was getting to the heart of the matter. I stuck his cock in my mouth down to the first four inches and then I pulled back and let him stay there struggling on the edge.

  “Oh my…did I distract you? Please continue…you have me at the edge of my seat.” My clothes were sticking to me. They were soaked right to the skin. I think that he was actually having a lot of fun and enjoying the view from his high perch in the clouds. He didn’t know how the real world worked, but maybe his experience in his youth had shown him that there was no exception to reaching out and taking what you wanted.

  “I watched my mother cower in fear of the man. I finally had the courage to stand up to him. He thought that it was a big joke. He punched me in the face and I turned the other cheek. He punched me again and I began to laugh in his face. He became irate, striking me one after the other, until I finally had enough. The last fist came towards me and all he found was my hand gripping him. He called me every name in the book and then I squeezed and heard his bones brea
king. He screamed and my mother screamed for me to stop, but there was no way that I was going to allow him to put his hand on her again. I didn’t care about myself, and I had all but resigned myself to the fate of his fist every night.”

  I was feeling something of remorse. I didn’t like where this was going, but I had opened up this Pandora’s Box and there was no closing it again.

  “I’m sorry that you had to go through that. No little boy should see their mother in that way.” I’ve heard of these things happening, but I was sheltered as a child. I had what most people would consider a normal childhood. There was no drama and nothing that could even scar me in any way. He was wearing his wounds as a badge of honor and that was something that I could admire. “You’ve come a long way from being that little boy. Whatever happened to your father and mother?”

  I knew part of the answer, but the rest was swept underneath the rug by the court system. He was still a minor and that infraction had been buried under enough red tape that not even I could find the truth.

  Even though he was going through an emotional moment, his cock did not diminish or go slack in any way. I think it had more to do with my tongue licking around the surface of the knob and making him jerk and buck against my face for more penetration. He wasn’t going to get it…at least that was what I was trying to convince myself. I was losing this battle and my libido was highly charged and ready to jump into his lap.

  “I think you know that my father died. What you don’t know is that he died by my hand. When I had him on the floor with my hand crushing his fists, I didn’t stop there. The only thing that I could see was rage and that rage turned into a pummeling that made his face into mincemeat. He died in the hospital three days later and I was tried as a minor. My mother’s brother had some influence and they were able to make it all go away. I joined my team, because my uncle held the secret over my head.”

  He had joined the Chargers, because his uncle Phillip had decided in his infinite wisdom that he was going to guide the young man by the hand. I heard the angst in his voice. It tugged at my heart in a way that I wasn’t expecting. I actually felt for him and I started to cry with him holding my shoulders.

  “That’s terrible and I don’t even know what to say. I feel so ashamed that I’ve made you relive the ordeal all over again. I think that I should go, before I make more of a fool of myself.” For the first time in my life, I felt like I had gone too far. I didn’t even know that was possible, but seeing his face had made me believe that using my sexuality in this way was wrong.

  Chapter four

  What had started as my version of a Hail Marianne had turned into something even more. It was revealing and I didn’t have it in me to make him a public spectacle in this way. I still had a good story about his childhood, but I was going to leave out some of the pertinent details. The mood had changed. I got up and I turned to walk away, only to have him grab my wrist.

  He kissed me in a feverish passion that was unlike anything that I had felt before. This guy was a consummate lover and he was not going to let me go that easily. “I hope that I can rely on your discretion, Marianne. I shouldn’t have said anything and those records are sealed for a reason. If you are going to say anything, then I will deny it, until the day I die.”

  He didn’t have to worry about that. He took my hand and placed it over his cock and suddenly I was back on that bench giving him an oral exploration.

  My lipstick smeared along him, as I marked my territory. I enjoyed the crimson color combined with his chocolate snake. His brown skin was darker than my own, making him a true African transplant from where my race originated. He was black as night and had these very seductive eyes that made me want to commit every sin in the book with him.

  “I’ve always wanted to fuck your face. You caught me in a vulnerable position.” He was pushing his knob into my throat. I had no gag reflex and I think the gasp that I heard from his lips was his way of proclaiming how good I really was. “My cock has never felt this good. My fiancé could take some lessons from you and maybe I should have you over for dinner and see what happens. I think that after a few glasses of wine, we can loosen up her inhibitions and see if we can’t get that stick out of her ass.”

  He was obviously saying that she was conventional and a little too vanilla for his liking. I didn’t have any problem showing the girl that variety could be the spice of life.

  He finally had enough, grabbing my hair and pulling my face away from him, so that he wouldn’t go off in my mouth. I didn’t know how I was supposed to walk away from something like this, but apparently he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. He lifted me easily into the air, so that my pussy was now right there for the taking.

  “I’ve been sitting around for a long time waiting for you to come to your senses. I thought that it might be time to move on with somebody else. I’ve had time to think it through and I thought that maybe you were too good for me.” I could feel something inside me begging for his cock and then he was preparing to give it to me. “This is a dream come true. This is something that I will never talk about. Whatever we do behind closed doors is our…BUSINESSSSSSS!” I screamed, as he gave in to that desire with one long stroke that had me practically at a loss for words.

  “I’ve always had a fantasy of doing you in the locker room. I’m sure that a lot of guys that have been interviewed by you have had that same fantasy. I just don’t think that a lot of them have been able to make it a reality.”

  What he didn’t know was that none of these players had gotten close to me in that way. I always got my thrill from those at the club, but this was the ultimate way to break through those barriers.

  He was balls deep and those heavy grapefruits were full to overflowing with a goodness that I wanted to feel for myself. “Xavier, you are all man and there’s no way that anyone could hold a candle to you. There’s nothing that I would have done any differently. God damn…your fucking cock is something that a lot of girls have craved and I’m the one that is getting it good.”

  I was riding him hard and fast, which of course made him fall backward against the locker with his hands up underneath my ass to keep me in place. The slickness of my hole was now caressing the entire length of him, pulling him into my embrace and making him mine. He wasn’t going to pull away without finishing what he started.

  “You are unlike any other woman that I’ve met in my life. My fiancé was the woman of my dreams, but now I’m thinking that there might be somebody else. Your body and your lust for life is something that I have been lacking in my life. I’m through bending to conventional thinking. I’m only marrying her because of perception. Yes…take it all…take my black cock you nasty little whore.”

  I loved the way that he talked to me and maybe I didn’t have to teach his fiancé anything. I wanted him for myself and he had just admitted that I was the one that had made him look at things differently.

  “Give me your seed… Give me your seed…fucking cream into my hole. Take me you nasty bastard.” We were made for each other and then I felt myself squeezing down on him and then throwing my head back in obvious enjoyment. I came with an intensity that burned through me. I took him into his own pleasure.

  “You fucking take that cream bitch…you’ve got it…you fucking got it…YESS.”

  He was the little engine that could and then suddenly I was feeling the hot essence shooting up into me. I glanced down to see that my own sticky sauce had now stuck to him and made us more than casual acquaintances. He finally came to the end of his rope, pulling free and then sitting back down with his hands holding onto my legs and placing his face against my stomach.

  “I don’t think that I’ve ever been more satisfied with a man or woman for that matter,” I told him. “You really outdid yourself and I doubt that anybody will be able to measure up after that. Perhaps we should think about making this a long-term arrangement that will benefit us both greatly.” He looked up and smiled and I had a feeling that this wasn’t
going to be his dirty little secret.

  I married that man, after he broke off the engagement with his fiancé, and then I found out that I was going to bring his legacy into this world. There was nothing that was predictable about our relationship. Whether it was a new sex toy, some new position, or even something that would make tongues wag, there was nothing that we wouldn’t do for a cheap thrill. I loved that he had an open mind and was willing to look beyond what most people considered normal. We found new ways of turning each other on, including bringing his old fiancé into our bed…but that’s for another story.

  THE END

  For the Love of a Thug

  Throwing the last of my moving boxes into the garage, I let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be done with all of this and good to be able to actually relax for a moment. Not that I had much time to relax, of course. Do you know how much work it is getting yourself set up after college? It’s tough, and not just because a hundred other marketing and advertising majors had graduated at the same time as I did.

  Everyone was vying for a job in this city, and as a twenty-three year old graduate with only a handful of internships behind her, why should I be the one who stood out?

  I went over all my achievements again in my head, my usual way of calming myself and bringing myself back down to earth. I had entered college at nineteen after interning at a copywriting firm for a year, then wound up head of a sorority before graduating Summa Cum Laude. That was surely enough to get some unsuspecting agency interested in me, right?

  I sighed to myself as I pushed the key into the lock of my brand-new, just-moved-into apartment. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t wondered if my race would come into the equation when it came to job hunting. I was one of only ten Black students in my course, and I figured that the industry was probably going to be pretty snow white. I really hoped that it wouldn’t be an issue, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it might be.