by J A Fielding
“This is Mitchell, we were just having dinner,” she said, her hand intentionally on Mitchell’s abs. Mitchell responded by slowly putting an arm around her shoulders. She could tell Jay felt jealous seeing her in the arms of another man.
“You doing white men now?” Jay asked clenching his fist. “Why, black men not good enough or is it because you’re a little lighter than us so you think you’re better?” he asked.
“Jay my skin tone ain’t none of your business. I am just as black as the next person,” Natasha said angrily.
“So, is he the reason why you won’t take my calls or at least appreciate the flowers?” he asked moving closer to Mitchell. Natasha got in the middle of them and pushed Jay off.
“Jay, grow the fuck up and just go,” she said looking at him. Jay was still getting closer to Mitchell, threateningly close.
“You had better listen to the girl, man,” Mitchell said as she pulled Natasha away.
“Oh yeah?” Jay asked sarcastically. “Why? What are you going to do?” he asked as he shoved Mitchell. Natasha was getting scared. She just wanted to get out of there.
“Man look, walk away,” Mitchell said shoving him back. By that time, curious onlookers were beginning to form a crowd. Natasha took Mitchell’s hand and began walking away.
“Run away with your little bitch guess you both bitches anyway,” Jay yelled. Mitchell stopped in his tracks and ran his fingers through his hair. Natasha would have laughed at his James bond move if she wasn’t so scared.
“What did you just say?” Mitchell asked Jay who was already moving towards him. Jay got so close to Mitchell that the only distance was the combined length of their noses.
“I said you a little bitch,” Jay said and shoved Mitchell again. Natasha could see Mitchell act like he wanted to be the bigger person but Jay raised his fist and brought it towards his face. She was not sure what happened but suddenly, Mitchell ducked and gave Jay a couple of punches in his stomach before fly-kicking him to the ground. Mitchell then walked over to her and led her away from the scene.
It was all silent as they drove back to the airstrip. At the strip, Mitchell exchanged a few words with Edward before the plane finally took off. “I’m sorry about that,” Natasha said finally. Mitchell looked at her and smiled. He held her hand and squeezed it a little.
“You were not the one being disrespectful,” he said looking at her. He gently pulled her hand making her unbuckle her seat belt. She walked over to him and sat on his lap.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked as he put an arm around her waist.
“I have a black belt, spent eight years learning martial arts,” he replied. Natasha was surprised but greatly turned on.
“Is there anything else I need to know about you that I can learn in 20 to thirty minutes,” she asked in a sweet voice.
“Plenty,” he said kissing her lips. He trailed his lips to her neck and quickly got to work on the knot behind her back that held her dress together. Natasha felt the pressure from her dress get lighter when he undid her dress. He pulled away as he roughly pushed the dress off her shoulders. He then quickly unclasped her bra and without wasting any time took a nipple inside his mouth. She moaned as she felt the intense pleasure of his mouth engulfing her nipples.
He soon began working his hand up her dress and pulled her panties off. He slowly used a finger to caress her now moist cunt as he continued sucking her. When he finally pulled away, her nipples were fully erect loudly screaming for attention. He undid his seat belt and sat her down before completely pulling her dress and panties from her body. She felt shy being so bare in front of him, fully clothed. He got on his knees and slowly caressed her smooth, creamy thighs and then brought his head to her center.
She felt herself almost burst as he slowly let his tongue brush her bud. He did this again and again before finally taking the entire bud in his mouth and began sucking on it hard. She tried holding on to the seat as he sucked away, barely giving her any time to breathe. Suddenly, he pulled away and looked at the results of his work and smiled. Her clit was now just as hard as her nipples.
He lowered his head again and slowly began kissing her lips. She shivered when she felt him take her labia the same way he would her mouth. He spread her legs further and then lifted them before resting each leg on either of his shoulders. She shuddered as she saw how exposed she was to him at this moment. She closed her eyes tightly when a pleasurable heat wave pierced through her body as he dipped his tongue inside her to taste her wet, salty self.
She began squirming as he tongue fucked her hard while his hand busied itself on her breast. He retracted his tongue from deep inside her before he started lapping on her wet cunt. She found herself involuntarily wrapping her legs around his neck as she felt herself approaching her climax. He managed to wriggle away from her grip and stood up. She looked up at him wondering why he wouldn’t let her finish.
“We’ll do it together,” he said as if he could read her mind. She looked at him as he stripped down to his birthday suit. He then held her hands and pulled her from the seat. Natasha stood looking at him, almost at the verge of losing her mind. He kissed her softly as he slightly parted her legs using his knee. Natasha heard him moan lightly when he let his cock head slightly touch her wet, naked pussy. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him and then began kissing him deeply, with intent. Mitchell lifted her up and she responded by wrapping her legs around her waist. Without breaking the kiss, Mitchell used one hand to guide his cock inside her while supporting her with his other hand.
Natasha moaned loudly as the familiar discomfort of his large member got reintroduced to her pussy. She was almost crying out when he pushed himself inside her. He pulled away from her lips and held her tightly as he worked himself in and out of her. By this time, Natasha was trying not to moan too hard as he pushed himself inside her. “I’m sorry I’m hurting you,” he whispered as he worked his large member inside her. She kissed his neck as her pussy got used to the humongous length.
“Don’t be,” she managed to say amid her labored breath. “I love what you do to me,” she said as his thrusts became more manageable. She could almost tell he was smiling when she told him this. He pulled out and pushed back in almost as well as he would have if they would have been lying down. He fucked her in that position for almost ten minutes before lowering her on the seat. He managed to get her legs well secured as he got on top of her. He made sure he maintained his strokes, long and hard. Every time he thrust inside her, she would moan and gasp. Somewhere in-between her moans, she called out his name once or twice.
“You love what I do to you?” he asked looking into her eyes. She nodded as she held on to the seat. “I want to hear you say it,” he said in a smooth sexy voice. “How is he able to remain so calm and collected considering he is like a bull inside me?” she wondered as she looked at him.
“I ….love…what..you …do …to..me,” she finally said. He smiled and brought his face down to kiss her.
“And do you love that,” he asked suddenly thrusting inside her. Natasha arched her back and shut her eyes tightly.
“Yes! Yes I love that,” she said as he continued thrusting inside her. He brought his face down again and kissed her again. This time he kissed her longer and more deeply than he had earlier done.
“I love you Natasha Black,” he said as his thrusts slowed down. Natasha looked into his eyes and smiled. “Do you love me?” he asked her. She nodded and kissed him again.
“I did a long time ago, I would not be here if I didn’t,” she whispered holding his face in her hands.
“Fuck Natasha I am falling in love with you,:” Mitchell said as he resumed his powerful thrusts. She held on to dear life as she felt her orgasm approaching. She suddenly let herself go and gave in to her fate as an orgasm ripped through her body causing a wild quaking of her walls. Her orgasm prompted his own powerful one which made him thrust deeper, longer, and harder. She screamed out as
he slowed down on top of her. “This feels so real,” he said in a whisper as he planted a kiss on her forehead.
“It is real, Mitchell,” she whispered back. He pulled out of her causing a mixture of their love juices to pour on the floor. He grabbed one of the napkins and slowly cleaned her sensitive pussy before cleaning himself off. He then lifted her up and sat back down, placing her on his lap, cradling her like a mother would a child. “We’ve had limo sex, plane sex,” she started amid short breaths. “When are we going to have bed sex?” she asked as his hand ran up and down her thigh. He looked at his watch and smiled. He pressed the intercom button.
“Edward, what’s closer? The Ritz or my house?” he asked.
“The Ritz is fifteen minutes further than your house,” Edward’s voice came through the intercom.
“And how soon can I get home?” Mitchell asked.
“Twenty minutes after we land, sir,” Edward said. Mitchell looked at Natasha and kissed her.
“We’ll be having bed sex in twenty to thirty minutes,” he said as he cupped a breast. Natasha felt a fresh flow of juices in her pussy. She could not wait...
More Books By J A Fielding
Other books I have written include:
1. Why Do I Like White Men? (A 'black woman white man' romance)
2. Coffee And Vampires (A vampire romance)
3. Vampiric (A vampire romance)
If you want me to write more stories of a similar nature, please leave a positive review of this book. If I get enough I'll write more.
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About J A Fielding
Hey my lovelies, J A Fielding here! You want to know more about my writing? Ok, here goes :
I've written a number of stories on different subjects, and am always coming out with new and exciting tales to help you escape the bores of the 'real world'. Whether you're into vampire romance novels, action and thrillers, or different looks at the world we live in, you'll find them all in my books.
I'm always open to writing on new subjects, so if you want to suggest any story ideas for me, leave a positive review on one of my current books and mention your story idea. If it's something I feel I'll enjoy writing, I may give it a go. I will of course leave you a credit in the book for inspiring the book idea ;)
I hope this is only the first of many chats we'll have, and I look forward to strengthening this relationship through my books and your reviews. Speak soon. :)
J A Fielding.
