“Calm down, nigga,” Desirae said. “Calm down. I’mma let you see.”
Desirae stepped across the room and bent over, searching through the mountain of shopping bags. Once she’d found the Victoria’s Secret bag, she leaned up. Just when she was turning around, D’Mann had gotten up and was across the room. With bloodshot eyes and a bit of sweat on his forehead, he slapped her ass and smiled, leaning in as if he were smelling her like a dog in heat.
Desirae giggled and pushed D’Mann back from her. “Stop,” she said, smiling. “You can’t see what I got until I put them on.”
D’Mann stepped back to the couch and sat down, nodding his head.
Desirae stepped into the downstairs bathroom, which was right on the other side of the basement door. Inside, she slid out of her ripped jeans and cute collared black shirt. She pulled her matching silk white bra and panties out of the bag and slid into them. When she’d gotten them up and over her ass, she twirled around in the mirror, thinking that maybe she should have gotten a bigger size. She didn’t think that her ass cheeks would swallow the panties so much so that they nearly looked more like a thong than panties.
When Desirae stepped out of the bathroom, she walked through the dining room and stepped into the light of the living room. Immediately, both of D’Mann’s eyes were glued to her body. He stood up, rushed over, and began to kiss on her chest.
“Fuck,” D’Mann said. “This shit look so sexy. Goddamn, this body.” He looked over her shoulder and slapped both of her ass cheeks before grabbing one with both hands and jiggling them. “This ass is almost eatin’ these damn panties, girl.”
“I knew it,” Desirae said. “I knew that I shoulda got a bigger size and…”
D’Mann cut Desirae’s sentence off, shaking his head. “No, no, no,” he said. “These panties is perfect. Turn around so a nigga can get a good look at them and that ass.”
Desirae slowly turned around and leaned forward. She laughed when D’Mann slapped her ass on the side. “Make that ass clap,” he ordered. Desirae did as she was told once again, leaning forward and moving her hips in such a way that caused her ass cheeks to slam together.
D’Mann set his glass of wine down onto an end table at one side of the couch. “This shit is too much,” he said. “A nigga need to get you upstairs.”
Desirae looked back and could see that D’Mann was as hard as a brick under his pants. She reached back and grabbed his bulge.
“Stop playin’ with a nigga,” D’Mann said. “I’m bout to tear that pussy up.”
Quickly, D’Mann slipped out of his pants and underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He then pulled his long sleeve, gray shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Desirae looked at his dark, muscular body wearing nothing but a white tank top and white socks. His dick, which looked even thicker than it looked the first time Desirae saw it, stood straight up, veins bulging and calling Desirae’s name. D’Mann slapped her ass.
“Get that ass up them steps,” D’Mann ordered. “Get in that bed for a nigga.”
Desirae rushed upstairs with D’Mann following behind her as she climbed the steps. D’Mann pushed the bedroom door open, and then the two of them jumped into his California King bed. D’Mann laid Desirae on her back and began to kiss her all over her body, causing her to moan with pleasure. Desirae, enjoying the wet but gentle kisses of D’Mann’s thick lips, rubbed the top of his head, enjoying the way his hair, which was cut into a fade style, felt under the tips of her fingers.
D’Mann leaned back to the edge of the bed and slid Desirae’s panties down to her ankles and over her feet. He held them up to his face, smelling them, before tossing them to the side. “Damn,” he said, “that pussy even smell good to a nigga. Let me get a taste.”
Very smoothly, D’Mann lay down on the bed and slid between Desirae’s legs. With both arms, he held either leg back to where her knees were practically pushing against her torso. Any discomfort Desirae was feeling had gone out the window at this point. D’Mann worked his tongue, slopping in her pussy as if he hadn’t eaten anything all day. She even had an orgasm from the sensation being so great.
After ten minutes or so of D’Mann tasting Desirae, she flipped over and arched her back, putting her ass high in the air as she faced the front of the bed. D’Mann slid back, off of the end, and pushed his manhood toward Desirae’s mouth. “Suck that dick,” he told her, smiling. “You know you wanna suck on it. Go on, suck on that dick.”
Desirae smiled and looked up into D’Mann’s eyes as she opened her mouth and took him inside. Taking as much as she could into her mouth, and somewhat in her throat, D’Mann placed his hand on the dome of her head. He pushed her head down until she gagged, causing spit to spill out of her lips and run down off of his balls.
“There you go,” D’Mann said. “Get that shit nice and wet for that pussy.” He leaned over and slapped Desirae’s ass. Out of all the chicks he had messed with since he was sixteen years old, Desirae by far had to be the one with the best body. She was thick – rather plump, actually – but it was all very much in proportion. Her chest was big and bouncy while her ass was fat and wide. These were two things that sent D’Mann running up the wall when he met a woman. He encouraged Desirae more, telling her that her throat felt good and that she needed to keep sucking on him. Every so often, just to hear the sound of a woman gagging on his manhood, D’Mann would push her head down. He thought to himself that one day he’d work her in so good that she’d be able to deep throat him all the day down to his balls. Rarely, had a chick been able to do that for D’Mann. This motivated him even more to see it happen one day, as Desirae was looking like a good candidate. When he’d look down at his shaft, she’d managed to get more of it wet than any chick he could think of at that moment who had tried and failed.
D’Mann couldn’t take anymore. Desirae’s oral skills just felt too good. Once he’d looked down and saw that his manhood was as shiny and slippery as it was going to get, he knew that it was time. “Turn around,” he told her.
Desirae did as she was told, thinking that at any moment she’d hear D’Mann pulling a condom out from a dresser drawer and stretching it over his dick. Instead, she felt him climb up onto his knees on the bed and grab her hips.
“Fuck it,” D’Mann said. “A nigga gotta see what this shit feel like first before he go puttin’ on the plastic.” He reached underneath and fingered Desirae, afterward bringing his fingers up to his lips, smelling them before licking them. “Fuck,” he said, Desirae’s scent driving him wild. “You got that flower pussy, I swear you do.”
Desirae giggled, loving that a man could appreciate her and what she had to offer. She kept her back arched and moaned loudly, grabbing the pillows at the top of the bed, as D’Mann pushed inside of her. “Fuck!” Desirae exclaimed, trying to catch her breath. “Damn, you got a fat dick, nigga.”
“Hmm, hmm,” D’Mann said, nodding his head and smiling as he slowly pushed himself into Desirae until he couldn’t go any further. “This pussy is tight as fuck, girl. Fuck, this shit feel good as fuck to a nigga dick. Don’t move. Just stay right there so I can feel this pussy.”
D’Mann moved his hips in a circular motion, slowly helping to loosen Desirae up a little bit. After a few minutes of this, once he’d seen that she was adjusted to his size, he slapped her ass then grabbed her hips. “I’m bout to beat this pussy up. Fuck!”
Desirae’s head yanked back from D’Mann pulling her hair then putting a tight grip around her neck. He held her in place in the doggy style position. He stroked into her with long strokes that had Desirae nearly crying from the pleasure. She squealed and screamed, every so often having to lower her head just to catch her breath. Her breasts swung around wildly until D’Mann had gone into beast mode. He pushed her head into the pillows, held her in place, and stroked as deep and hard as he could. For the next several minutes, D’Mann made music with his stroke. The room filled with nothing but the clapping sound of his pelvis colliding wi
th Desirae’s big, round ass.
Sweat dripping down his face, D’Mann grabbed Desirae by the waist and flipped her over onto her back. Feeling as light as air, it all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Now, Desirae looked up into D’Mann’s eyes as he held her legs open and went as hard as he could.
“Fuck this shit feel good!” Desirae yelled. “Fuck! I think…I think. Oh shit, I’m bout to come. I’m bout to come, nigga. Damn this dick. I’m bout to come.”
Desirae had an explosive orgasm – one that left her sweating and almost shaking. However, this did not slow D’Mann down the least bit. Minutes later, he had slid off of the bed and had pulled Desirae toward the edge. He pushed himself inside of her and stroked until she could feel that his body was tensing up.
“Fuck,” D’Mann said, squinting his eyes. “A nigga is about to bust. Fuck, this pussy! A nigga is about to bust in this shit. Damn.”
Desirae could feel D’Mann drop his load off deep inside of her. As his dick slowly deflated and slid out of her, she could feel throbbing coming from down there. She knew that she’d be sore for at least the next couple of days at least. D’Mann lay down next to her, breathing heavily as he looked over at her. “Fuck, that was good,” D’Mann said. “That shit was good as fuck.”
Desirae turned over and laid with her hand resting on D’Mann’s bulging chest. “You did it,” she said, playfully.
“Did what?” D’Mann asked. “I ain’t do nothin’ but tear that shit up.”
“That you did,” Desirae said. “That you did. But I’m talkin’ bout how I’mma be walkin around sore tomorrow and shit from that dick. Why you do that to me?”
“Naw,” D’Mann said, shaking his head. “I’mma get in that pussy again at least another time tonight, maybe twice. Just wait until my shit wake back up after we chill for a minute. I go even longer when a nigga done already busted his nut. I ain’t done with that ass.” D’Mann reached over and slapped Desirae’s ass cheeks. Even though he had just smashed her, seeing that ass nearly made him get hard again as if it were completely new pussy to him. From his point of view, looking down at how far up in the air Desirae’s ass protruded, he could only thank God that he’d had the chance to meet her and get her into his bedroom. She really did have a body that no other could rival.
D’Mann and Desirae lay there and talked as they allowed their bodies to calm down. Desirae felt at home and so comfortable in D’Mann’s arms. In fact, the sex had been so good that she hadn’t even thought much about the fact that just the other night he had to take a man’s life down in his basement. Rather, her mind was still stuck on the massive amount of shopping she’d been able to do today, all thanks to him. She’d never had a man take her to the mall and drop $1,000 on her so that she could get any and everything that she wanted.
“So, what you gon’ do about that nigga and his bitch?” D’Mann asked. “You still try’na get after her, the chick you used to be best friends with? I told you, I fuck’em up if you need me to. Plus, I ain’t like the way that nigga was lookin’ at me when I was sittin’ out in the car. I think he think he own you or somethin’.”
“That’s exactly what it is,” Desirae said, smacking her lips together. “That is exactly what it is. Let me tell you about Tron. He the kinda dude that just think he can have me on reserve, so that way, once something goes sour with whoever he try’na call himself being in a relationship with, he can have something to fuck to fall back on. I swear, I’m through with that shit. You shoulda seen the way he was pushin’ up on me the other day when he came over to see the twins. He really was comin’ at me like he just know for certain that I was gon’ bend over and let him get some. Naw, nigga. Them days is gone.”
“I feel you on that,” D’Mann said. “I could tell by just lookin’ at the nigga that he probably one of them selfish little mothafuckas that just ain’t used to not gettin’ they way.”
“Yup,” Desirae said, nodding her head. “That’s exactly what he is. That’s why he be talkin’ to me any ole kinda way and shit. I swear, I’m just so done with it. And yeah, about that bitch, Reese, I’mma just let her live. I know she over there fuckin’ that nigga cause we all know she can’t get no other dude, or at least can’t keep no other nigga round long enough to really be entertained with her ass, evidently.”
“Why you say that?” D’Mann asked. “What is she? Ugly or somethin’?”
“I mean…” Desirae said, taking a moment to think. “She ain’t ugly in the face or nothin’, but she just so fuckin’ plain lookin’. Plus, she ain’t got much of an ass or a chest. I mean, you can just tell that God ain’t spend too much time when he was makin’ her. She really ain’t got a lot goin’ for herself. Really, if you want the truth, I feel sorry for her. I know that Tron is just gon’ throw her ole simple ass to the side when he get bored. Shit, if he pushin’ up on me and shit, it look like he might already be bored for all I know. Fuck him and her as far as I’m concerned. If I wasn’t try’na do the right thing and make sure that my sons get to have they daddy in they life, I swear I woulda never answered that nigga’s phone calls or texts, and he wouldn’t even know where I live. I’mma just let that bitch, Reese, the one I used to be best friends with, live. It ain’t even worth my time no more. I’m done stoopin’ down to her level.”
D’Mann held Desirae closer to him, making her feel warm and secure. “See, that’s the shit I like about you,” he told her, in a very complimentary way. “You not just another one of these stupid bitches out here that be doin’ crazy shit. You actually got a good head on your shoulders and shit…rational, you know what a nigga mean?”
“Thank you,” Desirae said.
D’Mann looked back down at Desirae’s body, wanting to keep her locked away in his attic for a century of nights so that he could spend as much time with her as he wanted. With the kind of body that she had, she could get it in the morning when he woke up with a morning erection, for lunch in the early afternoon, then as soon as they finished eating dinner.
Rap music blared from downstairs, telling D’Mann that his phone was ringing. “Fuck,” he said.
“What?” Desirae asked.
“My phone,” D’Mann responded. “I left it downstairs in my pants and shit. I’m sorry, but I gotta answer it. My bad.”
D’Mann slid out of the bed and headed downstairs. Moments later, he’d returned to the top of the staircase and was calling the number he’d missed. “Yeah, wassup?” he said.
Desirae listened from the bedroom. Considering what had happened the other night when D’Mann had gotten a call, she knew she needed to be alert. While his old friend Makim’s body and car may have been done away with, Desirae did not allow herself to be fooled. She wanted to make sure that she was on top of her game this time should anything pop off while she was over at D’Mann’s place.
“Right now, nigga?” D’Mann said. “A nigga got company. Why we gotta do it right now? What is goin’ on?”
Desirae could hear the muffled voice of the other person from D’Mann’s bed. A few more minutes passed of D’Mann handling his business before he came back into the bedroom. “I got bad news,” D’Mann said. “I’mma have to step out for a minute. Please, don’t be mad. I just ain’t want them comin’ over here while I’m with you, you know?”
Desirae nodded. “Okay,” she said, not really in a position to argue with him. After all, he’d taken her to the mall and had allowed her to buy anything that she wanted. She smiled. “So, how long do you think you gon’ be gone? Am I gon’ have to wait up for you to get back.”
“Naw, naw,” D’Mann said. “This nigga I’m goin’ to meet with actually live right over on Tibbs, like a mile away. I prolly won’t even be gone for thirty minutes, I promise.”
“Okay,” Desirae said. She pulled a sheet up over her body and turned over on her side, causing her ass to practically hang over the edge of the bed. “I’mma just wait here since you said you gon’ be back in thirty minutes. If I don’t hear from you in like
an hour, I’mma just call a cab or somebody and see about getting home.”
“It ain’t that deep,” D’Mann said, approaching the bed. He leaned over and kissed Desirae, her eyes looking at the heavy, dangling meat that was between his legs. “Wait up for a nigga, okay?” he said. “I ain’t done with that pussy yet. Wait up for a nigga. Make me have to wake that ass up with this dick, and you really gon’ be sore tomorrow.”
“Nigga, go on so you can hurry up and get back,” Desirae said.
D’Mann smiled, slapped Desirae’s ass one more time, then turned around and headed downstairs. From his bedroom, Desirae could hear D’Mann fumbling with his pants then his car keys. The front door opened and closed, letting her know that she was officially alone in his house.
Desirae slipped out of bed, deciding that she could go downstairs and get her phone. Even if D’Mann would only be gone for thirty minutes, she could still use the time to see what text messages she missed or browse Facebook to see if there were any posts that she needed to keep up on. In nothing but the bra she’d gotten at Victoria’s Secret, Desirae headed downstairs and back to the living room. She slid into her jeans, feeling a little cold now walking around. She then pulled her shirt over her head, telling herself that she’d just take her clothes back off when D’Mann texted her saying that he was on his way back to her.
For a few minutes, Desirae sat on the couch and scrolled through her phone. Soon, she felt parched, especially after the pounding that D’Mann had just given her. She walked to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of lemonade out of the refrigerator, and headed back toward the living room. Just as she was passing the door to the basement steps, she stopped. She looked at the door, thinking how D’Mann’s friend had gone down there alive to never come back up on his own.
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