by Naomi Wyatt
“Oh my God,” came from her lips in a whisper as I slowly plunged full length inside of her. “Shit!’
I began a slow swim. I couldn’t stroke too fast, otherwise I would cum. But once her moisture engulfed my cock, I couldn’t take it anymore. This was the pussy that I had waited nearly thirty years to be inside of, and finally, goddamn it, I was balls deep inside of it, and it felt fucking fantastic.
“You feel so good, Baby.” Literally, she felt like perfection, and with each stroke I was literally fighting to keep my release until Baby got hers. “Cum for me, Baby. Cum for Daddy.”
I knew what to say to encourage her orgasm. I knew her reaction to me without being inside of her, so, now that I was deep inside of her cave, I knew it would overwhelm her.
“Fuck,” she cursed, as I went deeper to find her cum. “Yes, Roc! Fuck me!”
She moaned my name. “Mmmm, Roc, yes.”
She yelled my name. “Roc! Oh my God!”
She cursed my name. “Fuck, Roc!”
Between her legs, I rocked her without mercy, gently pulled her curls, forcing her to reveal her neck, and devoured her spot. Then, resting on one elbow, I reached with the other hand and made deep circles on her clitoris as I pounded into her sloppy, wet cove.
“Shit!” she shrieked as she began to tremble.
She was cumming. Her pussy clenched and contracted around my cock.
Fuck! Shit! Damn it!
I was losing control again. “Shit!”
Within seconds, my orgasm won the battle. “Urgggggh!”
We came together. It was wet, sticky and so fucking good.
I went to collapse on top of her, but opted to sweat on the sheets, instead of into her pores. I lay on my back so engulfed in the memory of her walls that I wasn’t aware that she’d left the bed until I felt a warm towel on my tool.
She was smiling as she cleaned me, and I instantly hardened again.
She blushed as I hardened in her hands. “Somebody isn’t ready for me to go.”
“Go?” I rested on my elbows as my heart beat with fear. She’s leaving? I thought as I asked, “Where are you going?”
“After that food and this dick, I’m sleepy. I have to drive home.”
I cocked my head to the side as she had the audacity to clean my balls and tell me that she was leaving in the same moment. “So you’re just going to take my breath away and leave?”
She smiled bashfully. “Do you want me to spend the night?”
“Lay down, Baby.”
Present day...
Chapter 15
Yanna E. Hill
“Whyyy do I have to do this?” I whined. I even pretended to sob as I stared out of the window and onto my nightmare.
“Because you’re Mrs. Rocco de Michele.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as Courtney parked his BMW along the curb, in front of the de Michele’s estate. “No, I’m not. Not yet.”
Courtney waved his hand, dismissing my disagreement. “Girl, a ceremony and vows are just a mere formality.”
I took a deep breath and decided to suppress that particular anger. That wasn’t what I was irritated with at the moment. It was this God–awful dinner that I had to sit through. I hated to have to sit around Jaimie and Tia and smile as if I wanted to breathe the same air as those heifers. And his father… God, let’s not even get started on him.
“This only happens once a year, pumpkin. Roc is only around his family when it’s absolutely necessary; Matalia’s birthday. And Matalia loves you.”
I sighed inwardly. “Fine. Let’s go.”
I regretfully opened the door. To make matters worse, the now August sun was beating down on me. The ankle–length, silk, maxi dress that I was wearing felt as hot as a chinchilla fur. I was sweating at the roots, so the blowout that Courtney had done few hours prior would surely be an afro soon.
I didn’t need the fire of the sun and the fire in my heart; otherwise I would combust.
Because I knew how some of the closest people to Roc felt about me, I stayed away, which was easy since Roc tried his best to see his family only when necessary. Over the years, Alesandro dealt with my presence, but he never accepted me. I was far from the daughter–in–law to him than the son–in–law that Roc was to my mother and Madea, and it was obvious in the distance that Alesandro kept between him and I when I attended these annual dinner.
I believed wholeheartedly that because of this one and only thorn in me and Roc’s relationship, Roc and I had yet to say “I do.” I knew that Roc loved me, but I was convinced that he loved me so much that he wouldn’t marry me with his side of the church missing the most important people in his family.
I swallowed that horrid realization as Courtney and I walked into the estate. I was so happy that Matilia loved Courtney as much as she loved me, so he had received an invitation as well.
Roc had left home very early that morning, ordering Teddie to bring me to the estate for the dinner, which was odd. He and Gabe had been “running errands” all day. Even more anxiety had me wracking my brain as I attempted to figure out what Roc had been up to these last few days. He never did tell me too much about the business, so I didn’t expect for him to give me blow-by-blow of what was going on, as they attempted to track down who was behind all of the trouble. But something was telling me the secrecy these past few days hadn’t been about the usual business.
Instead of being forced to come here with my “bodyguard,” I opted to accompany Courtney because, given his reputation, I knew he would be late, thus blessing me with even less time to have to be around these people.
I blew breath as the tension with each step we took inside of the mansion. I was so sick of this pressure. It was the one thing that was wrong with what was so right.
Despite my uncomfortableness, the tasty smell of various sauces, meats and baking bread filled my nose. Thanks to these Italian carbs, I had kept every curve that Roc loved over the years.
“Oooo, girl, it smells good in here. Let’s go wash our hands.”
I could hear glasses clanking and lots of conversation near the bar area, so luckily dinner hadn’t started. As we ascended the steps to the second floor, I sent Roc a text message, letting him know that I had made it and was washing my hands before joining him in the lounge soon. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around a drink so that I could somehow be just inebriated enough that I enjoyed Matilia and ignored the way that Alesandro’s face appeared that he had sucked on a lemon every time I breathed too loud. I knew that there would not be enough liquor to ignore Jaime, who I prayed had matured enough to watch her mouth since I’d last seen her four years ago.
This was a true estate, so the bathroom had multiple sinks and stalls, therefore Courtney and I were able to go in at the same time. As soon as Courtney pushed open the massive, iron doors of the bathroom, I could hear her.
“After all these years, he is so fucking gorgeous! Jamie, your brother is hot. I want his dick back in my mouth like yesterday.”
The click–clack of my heels was mixed with Jamie’s giggles as she responded, “You’re such a – Yanna!”
This bitch had the nerve to act like she was happy to see me.
I didn’t bother to put up the front. “Jamie,” I spat, as I checked my makeup in the mirror, not even bothering to give either one of them eye contact.
Courtney stood next to me, washing his lands. He offered them a simple, “Heller.”
The tension in the bathroom was so thick. You could cut it with the knife that I was imagining pushing through the cynical, judgmental smile that I just knew was on Jamie and Tia’s faces. They didn’t even bother to muffle their snickers. I knew what they were taunting me about, so I did not allow my eyes to wander to the mirror in order to see them behind me, laughing at my round ass and usual big, ethnic hair.
Surprisingly, beyond her giggles, Jaime kept her mouth shut. I guess beyond her disgust with me, she feared her brother’s wrath.
But I w
asn’t so lucky with that damn Tia.
“Anyway, like I was saying…” Tia’s voice filled the quiet like nails on a chalk board. “... I cannot wait to have Roc’s dick in my mouth a–”
Before I knew it, I had spun around on my heels. “Bitch, don’t let this Chanel dress and my white fiancé fool you. I am from the hood…” With each word, I became closer and closer to Tia. “... The hoodt! Do you hear me? I will fu–”
“Oooookay!” Courtney had come between us swiftly with his hands in the air. Facing me, he told me, “I spent too much time straightening out those curls to let you mess them up trying to get in Lindsey Lohan’s ass. Let’s go. Out!”
I was too busy taking deep breaths in order to calm my nerves to actually will my feet to move. I couldn’t believe that I had let this ditzy broad get under my skin. But, truth be told, it wasn’t her that was under my skin. It was being in that house, forced to be around people that I know didn’t like me. I knew Roc was regularly persecuted by them because he had chosen me. That raised insecurities inside of me that I was more than ready to run away from.
Holding me by the hand, Courtney had begun to lead me out of the bathroom, but he stopped and looked at Tia. “I just saved you from an ass whooping, Lindsey.”
Tia moved in the blink of an eye. She went to smack him, but Courtney quickly caught her hand. “Try me. I dare you,” Courtney threatened, through gritted teeth. “I wish you would. I wish upon a star. I wish upon a thousand stars! Please try me.”
Biting her lip, with invisible smoke pouring from her ears, she snatched her tiny arm out of his grip and stomped out of the bathroom. Jaime was on her heels.
I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair. “I want to go home. Let’s leave, Courtney.”
I couldn’t take being in that space anymore. For the most part, this wasn’t Roc and my relationship. He did a good job of hiding how his father felt by staying away. But it was now obvious that it was something that couldn’t be ignored since it was still happening and I still wasn’t officially Mrs. de Michele. I wasn’t running from Jaime or Tia. I was running from the stress. The threats, worrying about Roc, Teddie constantly behind me like a puppy, and now this. It was all bringing something into my relationship that I didn’t want to be reminded of; pain and loss.
“Leave? Forget them! Don’t –”
“I just want to go.” I was fighting tears. “Let’s go. Please.”
“Okay, honey. Whatever you say.”
Rocco de Michele
“Roc, I need to talk to you.”
Without another word, with drinks in hand, Gabe and I stepped out of the lounge. Instinctively, I looked up the stairs, waiting for Yanna to come out of the bathroom.
“What’s going on?”
Just then, a creepy smile spread across Gabe’s beard. “We found Robert.”
“The homeless kid?”
He nodded with triumph across his proud chest. “Yep. Teddie has him at the warehouse.”
“Let’s go.” I had almost forgotten that Yanna was there until I saw figures coming down the stairs. But it wasn’t Yanna and Courtney. It was Jaime and Tia. I hadn’t seen them since their arrival at Pops’ club. I wasn’t happy to see them then, and I most certainly wasn’t happy to see them now.
I immediately got concerned when I saw the looks on their faces.
“Where is Yanna?” I was directing my attention directly at Jaime and completely ignoring Tia. “Did you see her up there?”
She rolled her eyes into the back of her head. “Yes, I saw it– I mean, her.”
I would never hit a woman, not a day in my life, but at the moment, I wanted to put my foot in Jaime’s ass.
I huffed. “This is why I don’t come around you people.”
“Fuck you, Rocco,” Jamie spat, as she walked towards the lounge. Tia was right behind her like the puppy she was.
Something had happened. I knew it. Something told me to go for the stairs, so I did. Of course, Gabe followed. But before I could make it upstairs, I looked up to see Courtney and Baby storming down. The look on her face sickened me. She looked sad.
“What happened?” We met at the center of the staircase. I reached for her, and when she snatched away, I was heartbroken. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Why, Baby? What’s wrong?” She kept trying to descend the stairs and I blocked her. “What’s wrong?”
“Please get out of my way, Roc. Don’t cause a scene.” She frantically looked from me to the lounge with tears forming in my eyes. “Just let me go.”
“What happened?”
“They happened! As always! They’re the reason I want to leave… The same reason why you haven’t married me yet.”
Our eyes met and the hurt in her eyes mirrored the hurt in mine.
Disappointed, she sighed, saying, “Just move, Roc. I’m leaving.”
“Then I’m going with you.”
“No, you’re not. I want to be alone.”
“You can’t be alone right now. It’s too dangerous.” Again, I gently grabbed her elbow to bring her closer to me and she snatched away.
“Let me go, Roc!” left her lips with venom that I had never seen her use towards me before. Even Courtney and Gabe looked at her in shock and amazement. Immediately, Gabe stood in front of me and Courtney went to Baby.
“I just want to leave,” Yanna said, her lips laced with tears.
I couldn’t stand being the one who gave her pain. That’s why I never did, so, as always, I gave in to Baby. “Go with her, Gabe.”
I could hear her sucking her teeth in disagreement.
“I got her,” Courtney said.
Though he was a million times smaller than Gabe, I knew that he was feisty enough not to let anything happen to her, so again I gave in. I couldn’t stand seeing her hurt, even if that meant letting her go. “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth.
I could feel Gabe’s sympathetic look as I watched Baby storm down the stairs. I had only once before watched her walk away from me and it felt too final. And for the first time, I was disappointed in her because she had promised me that she would never walk away from me again.
2010
Chapter 16
Yanna E. Hill
By July of 2010, Roc and I had been together for seven months. On a hot summer day, I was on my way to the de Michele’s estate. Roc and I were convinced that we would be together forever, so it was time for me to meet his family. Yes, his immediate family already knew me, but they didn’t know me as the woman in his life. Today was his mother’s birthday dinner, so his immediate and extended family were about to meet the love of his life.
And I was a nervous wreck.
“I don’t want to gooooo,” I whined as I chugged a glass of wine. I was sitting at the island in my kitchen, pretending to cry as Courtney and Tanisha looked at me like I was being absolutely ridiculous. Yes, Tanisha had finally gotten up for air from up under her boyfriend to tag along with Courtney.
His father’s antics played in my mind over and over again. Though Roc avoided talking about it, we both knew how his father felt about me then, and I doubted that it had changed over the last twenty something years.
“You want me to go with you?” Courtney asked with a wicked smile.
“Urgh,” I cringed. “His father already doesn’t like fat, Black women. I don’t think bringing a flaming, gay, Black man will make matters much better.”
“Girl,” he said with a casual wave of the hand. “Who cares what that old ass man thinks?”
“I do,” I whined. “I mean, I don’t care personally, but I feel bad that Roc’s father feels this way about me. I just don’t want to be the reason why he has issues with his family.”
“His whole family doesn’t like you?” Tanisha asked.
“Just his father, that I know of.” Just the thought made me nauseous. I couldn’t believe that I was putting myself through this. But as thoughts of Roc ran through my mind
, his love for me, the way that he protected and took care of me, I knew that being uncomfortable for a few hours was worth it.
I still didn’t want to do it though.
Tanisha sipped her wine and told me, “Then go ahead and go meet your man’s family, girl. I am sure the rest of his family will love you–”
“And if they don’t, just go crazy, Black chick on their asses,” Courtney chimed in. Then that wicked smile reappeared. “You get a hundred points for every white person that you hit. It’s in the Bible.”
****
I stepped out of Roc’s Maserti, gaping at the large mansion that set beyond the sidewalk, towering over me, intimidating me just as much as the person that was awaiting me inside. The dark brick red coating of the paint shined as the sun beat down on it, causing me to squint behind the shades that I was wearing to hide my immense anxiety. Uniquely twisted fencing kept the mansion enclosed. Immaculate landscaping painted the front lawn that was breathtaking to say the very least. Bushes trimmed into all sorts of life–sized swirly shapes and bright and airy flower gardens surrounded the massive estate and aligned the walkway.
As I walked along the marble path, holding tight to Roc’s masculine hand, I noticed a stone fountain at the end of the walkway. An angel was perched on top, looking up towards the sky. Water spurted from its hands, which lay gently out in front of it, as if waiting for someone to take them in return. The water fell smoothly into the crystal blue pool surrounding it, causing ripples to form and wave out until they disappeared.
Just as we ascended the concrete steps, a butler opened the door, as if he sensed Roc’s arrival.
“Rocco,” he greeted with a smile that made him human and less like a serviceman. “So nice of you to visit.” The butler was an older white man. He appeared to be at least in his fifties and he had the kindest, gray eyes that I’d ever seen.
“Joseph,” Roc started as he squeezed his shoulder. “Why do you still work for these people?”
He chuckled deeply, from the pit of his stomach. “Ah. I ask myself that daily.” Then he looked at me with a sincere smile. “I’m joking. The de Michele’s are a wonderful family.”
