by King, Imani
“He obviously just wants what’s best for you. He’s probably afraid you’re going to get hurt .”
“Yes, he certainly is. Is he right ?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I’m going to hurt you ?”
“Well, your reputation does precede you. I told my dad not to worry, but maybe he has good reason to .”
“Of course he has the ultimate reason to worry! What kind of father would want his treasured daughter to date me? No daddy wants their good little girl playing with a bad boy .”
“There you go! You just admitted it. My dad is right to worry. And as far as he’s concerned, you’re not just a bad boy, you’re a very bad Frenchman .”
“He’s absolutely correct about that, so of course he’s right to worry, but it doesn’t mean you need to worry about me hurting you. Trust your own instincts. You’re an intelligent woman, not a scared silly little girl. But perhaps I need to worry about you hurting me ? You have the look of every heartbreaker I’ve ever met .”
“And has your heart ever been broken, Blaize Simon? I’m having a hard time picturing you being hurt by any woman .”
“Well, maybe not exactly broken. Maybe just a hairline fracture, or a sprain .”
“Just what I thought ……..”
“What are you doing today? Any fun plans ?”
“Well, I had planned on baking with Tiffany, but she left for San Diego this morning. Her mom’s sick. I guess I can still get some baking done without her, though .”
“I’m sorry to hear that about her mother, but I asked if you had any fun plans! Apparently, the answer is no, so let’s get out of the house and enjoy the beautiful weather together. I’ve always wanted to ride that ferris wheel on the Santa Monica pier, but Rolande is afraid of carnival rides. What do you say? C’mon, ride it with me Chels ?!”
I could almost hear the sounds of the the gears and wheels turning in her pretty head as she contemplated spending a fun day with me instead of working .
“I’ll buy you an ice cream cone? What’s your favorite flavor ?”
“Cherry-vanilla .”
“I should have known that. You look like a cherry-vanilla kind of girl .”
“All right. Give me 15-minutes to get ready ?”
“Take all the time you need. No rush .”
Chelsea grabbed her coffee mug and headed to her room to get dressed. As much as I desired that delectable little morsel, I chose not to seduce her quite yet. She would be much more sexually agreeable after spending the day with my most charming self. I pictured her sliding out of her silk robe and standing naked in her closet, selecting just the right outfit for her day with me .
She came out wearing cute little white shorts and a pink, v-neck teeshirt that hugged her feminine curves and revealed her saucy cleavage .
“Ok, I’m ready,” she said as she dropped her sunglasses onto her little turned-up nose. She gestured for me to follow behind her to the front door. That’s when I noticed the tiny red hearts embroidered across the backside of her shorts, causing instant cock stirrings inside my faded jeans .
“Holy shit, Chelsea! You look unbelievable in those shorts! Do you have any fucking idea how truly exquisite your ass is? I would gladly follow those hearts off any pier …..”
She stopped to lock her front door and smacked me on the head with her straw bag as I passed her on the porch. I loved it when she punished me in even the smallest of ways. We headed north, arm-in-arm, along the Grand Canal, crossing over to Ocean Front Walk .
The Venice Beach Boardwalk was always such a treat for me, each time I visited the states. It reminded me of my own epic parties. Nowhere else in America did I ever experience such a unique sideshow of sheer lunacy. The entire west side of the walkway was street performers and vendors, mostly the same cast of characters every time I came: Mimes, fortune tellers, the chainsaw juggler, the guy who walks on glass, the turban-wearing roller skater and the usual musicians. The other side of the sidewalk was lined with ethnic restaurants, cheap sunglasses and t-shirt shops and, of course, medical marijuana dispensaries. Chelsea and I stopped at a juice bar for a couple of fruit smoothies and sipped them while we watched the body-builders pump iron at Muscle Beach .
“So why did you go home last night, Chelsea? It broke my heart to find you gone .”
“Don’t you mean it gave your heart a hairline fracture? Or was it just a sprain ?”
“All right, touché, you cute little smart-ass. Seriously, why did you leave ?”
“It just felt kind of weird being on your boat, sitting there on the couch all by myself .”
“Why? Because I made you come all over it earlier ?”
“Can’t you be serious for even a minute? Actually, it gave me a chance to rethink things with a clear and cool head. You know, about whether we should be getting physically involved .”
“Oh no, not this again! And I’m being completely serious, by the way. You were obviously just as let down and frustrated as I was .”
“Oh my god! Of course you would think that. You think you’re just so irresistible .”
“I know an enraptured woman when I see one, and most definitely when I hear one. And the truth is, I left a hot smoldering woman alone, which is unforgivable. I deserved to return to a cold bed. It won’t happen again, I promise you .”
“Maybe I went home because I was just got tired of waiting for you. Maybe I simply wanted to sleep in my own bed instead of yours. Did you ever think of that, Mr. Egomaniac? Maybe watching you punch somebody in the face was a turn-off to me! There are many reasons for leaving that have absolutely nothing to do with sex !”
“Of course there are. But I don’t happen to believe any of those. In fact, I believe you knew I would fuck you when I got back like nobody ever has, and that scared you .”
I gave Chelsea a playful wink, like I was in on her little secret .
“But let’s forget about last night and just enjoy our afternoon together, shall we? And if you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you have your way with me later .”
“You’re infuriating,” she said with a half hearted glare .
“And I suspect you love that about me .”
20
Chelsea
O kay… Maybe I did enjoy his attitude toward life. Just a little …
We had an amazing afternoon at the Santa Monica Pier. Blaize was so much fun to be with. We rode the ferris wheel overlooking the ocean, and watched brown pelicans steal the day’s catch from the local fisherman. For lunch, we enjoyed pizza slices and beer and played in the video arcade. One of the highlights of my day was when Blaize bought a hundred dollars worth of ride tokens for the old-time carousel and handed them out to all the little kids and their parents. His face literally lit up as he heard the delighted squeals of the children .
“You surprise me Blaize, I didn’t know you liked kids ?”
“Sure, I like the little buggers! It’s usually their lazy-ass parents that I disdain .”
On the walk back to my house he surprised me again by renting a tandem bicycle for the two of us to ride along the beach-front trails. Of course, neither of us could master the darn thing. At first we tried it with him in the front steering the handle bars but we kept falling over. Then, we switched and tried me in front without much success either. We both laughed so hard, we could barely peddle .
Blaize was a wonderful date and uncharacteristically gentlemanly; and for the first time since I met him, there wasn’t some underlying dirty joke beneath every word he said… But time was running out and it was inevitable; He was going to escort me home and then it was going to be time to decide if I would………. “let him come in” so to speak. I guess the bottom line was: How did I really feel about him?Did I trust him not to take my heart and smash it to pieces ?
The summer sun was lowering over the Pacific when we reached my front door. Blaize immediately inquired about Tiffany .
“Do you think she’s home yet ?”
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bsp; “No. She would have the windows and door open, just like yesterday. She always invites the cool breeze inside when she’s home .”
Blaize took me in his arms on the front porch and gazed deeply into my eyes .
“I had a fantastic time today, Chelsea. Thanks for riding the ferris wheel with me .”
He kissed me long and hard and passionately. I kissed him back with equal desire. My heart pounded in my chest. There was no turning back now. No use resisting. I wanted him unconditionally and I could feel his hardness pressing into me, requesting sweet release .
We barreled through the front door, still locked face to face in our kiss, leaving a trail of our clothes and shoes behind us as we stumbled through the house and into my room. I fell backwards onto my bed with Blaize on top of me, our bodies entwined. I was completely stripped to my skin and all that remained on him was his blue polo shirt. He let me cast it off him this time, and I threw it across the room. I gazed up in awe at the gorgeous man above me. His beautiful face and perfect physical form were straight out of Greek mythology. He stared down at me with his dark blazing eyes, carefully deliberating which part of me he wanted to take first .
I bit my lower lip in anticipation. I wanted this so badly, even though every instinct I had told me it was wrong. Maybe I wanted it because it was wrong. I knew his reputation as a womanizing playboy. But I wanted to let loose with a man who knew limitless, unrepentant pleasure and practiced it to perfection. Blaize would show me the passion and excitement I’d been missing. I needed this more than I’d ever admit out loud to anyone .
His unrelenting tongue demanded that I surrender to his kiss. From the beginning, I had wondered what it would be like to be ravished by him, and now I was going to find out. He was right, nobody had ever fucked me properly. Nobody had ever made me come with their mouth like he had done last night, and I desperately wanted to know what he could do with his cock …
“Fuck I’ve been wanting you so bad, Chelsea. From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you,” Blaize whispered into the nape of my neck. He ran his fingers through my hair, as he studied my face with a tender sense of awe. My naked body trembled with desire as I waited tentatively beneath him .
His mouth seized my nipples and feasted on my breasts. I squealed as he sucked and swirled his tongue over each one. My back arched and offered him more for the taking. He cupped them both in his strong manly hands as his face lowered between my thighs .
I wrapped both of my legs around his shoulders as he plunged his exploring tongue inside my quivering pussy once again. I pulled on his hair while he lapped my velvety moist folds, blissfully closing his eyes as he tasted my creaminess. My hips gyrated wildly as he masterfully swiped and flicked my clit. Blaize was merciless, pulling on my petals with his lips while I whimpered and moaned his name, completely swept away, my eyes rolling back in my head. I rode his striking tongue, orgasming almost to exhaustion .
“Fuck me Blaize………..please fuck me now !”
In an instant, he positioned himself over me and fisted his colossal cock in his hand. I could feel the heat of his eyes and the fierceness of his desire as he licked his lips while surveying my breathless body .
“Fuck! How I’ve longed to hear you say that, Chelsea. Your wish is my command, sweetness .”
“I’m so wet for you, Blaize .”
“Don’t I fuckin’ know it! I’m going to make you come all over this, now .”
Blaize proudly stroked his hot dick a couple of times to further arouse me. His physique was incredibly chiseled, with abs that visibly tightened with each stroke. My pussy ached for him and my hips arched upward inviting every massive inch he had inside of me. I opened my legs further to allow him full and easy access to everything I had been guarding .
He poked two fingers into my tight entrance and my body immediately clamped down in delight. He teased my inner walls and tickled my hot spot while I squirmed and giggled .
“You’ve got the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt in my life .”
My body tightened around his fingers, clenching harder with each sensual touch. He was driving me to the edge and he knew it .
I reached out to touch his amazing dick and wrapped my fingers around its girth, relishing in the moisture that was glistening on the head. It was one impressive but intimidating weapon. I massaged it from tip to base, admiring his heavy balls cupped in my other hand. I was tired of waiting for his cock, so I gave his whole package a firm and beseeching squeeze to let him know it was time .
“Please Blaize……..I need your cock inside me now !”
“Happy to oblige…… my hot little vixen .”
He couldn’t resist torturing me a little bit more by sliding the searing enlarged head of his shaft repeatedly against my clit a few times. His eyes narrowed with deliberation like that of a jungle cat about to pounce .
“Blaize, stop teasing me!” I pleaded .
Then, in one swift forceful movement he took cock in hand and slid it deftly into my yearning engorged slit as he growled, “You’re mine now, Chelsea.” My name had never sounded so fucking sinful and I loved it .
He slowly pushed his cock into me, momentarily taking my breath away. I felt his entire length gradually filling my tightness as I gripped his rippling biceps for dear life. He spread my legs wider and pushed them back almost to my ears, driving himself the rest of the way in with a final stab and a grunt .
“Oh my god, Blaize!” I gasped .
“Chelsea, you feel so fucking amazing !”
He leaned into me and seized me in his powerful arms as he thrust himself deep inside of me, over and over until I could barely breathe. He held me tightly as he fucked me with intense, hard strokes and then took it down to long, slow teasing ones. He was a maestro at unraveling me .
I anchored my fingernails into his shoulders as his pulsating muscle dug deep into my core. I could feel him thickening with each thrust. So, this is what wild, primal, animalistic sex was like? I couldn’t have picked a more masterful teacher .
Blaize had the strength and stamina of a machine! His hips moved with a piston-like rhythm forcing my clenching pussy to squeeze and milk him while I lay pinned between him and the bed .
“Chelsea, I’m gonna come pretty soon baby !”
“Yes! Please come………I want your hot cum inside me Blaize !”
My hips bucked uncontrollably upon feeling the first powerful wave of heat released into me. I was half delirious and half unconscious, immediately coming simultaneously. His manic thrusts got rougher each time he crashed into me, nipping my neck and pulling on my hair .
I arched upward and moaned his name as the massive head of his dick expanded with the next burst of warmth between my legs. Our bodies heaved and rolled in perfect unison, rising and falling like thunderous waves onto a beach. I could feel his ultimate climax building along with my own until the final torrential flow rushed out of us both .
Blaize tensed, shuddered and groaned my name one last time, before coming to rest in my arms. We were both totally and satisfyingly exhausted. Together, we fell asleep entangled in a sweet, sweaty, sticky heap of naked body parts .
21
Blaize
A light tapping sound woke me from my magnificent dream. I couldn’t remember the exact details of my reverie, only that I was eating platefuls of French chocolate truffles and my appetite was insatiable. I continued to eat the delectable sweets until I came hard in my trousers .
The tapping continued and the bedroom door slowly creaked open. I shook off my sleepiness and suddenly realized where I was and what I was doing there. Chelsea Dixon lay sleeping next to me with her beautiful head resting on my shoulder. My dream made sense to me now. The door pushed open a little wider and Tiffany’s face gradually peered into the shadowy room .
“Chels? Are you in there? Are you sleeping ?”
She entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed, mouth open and wide-eyed .
“Oh my god!
Holy Moly! I’m so sorry, you guys! Pretend you didn’t even see me! I’ll just leave you two alone now!” She slammed the door shut behind her with a loud bang .
Chelsea instantly sat up, looking somewhat mortified .
“Poor Tiffany. She seemed embarrassed. What time is it Blaize? It’s dark outside !”
“It’s 8 o’clock. What do you want to do? Do you want me to spend the night or would you rather I leave ?”
“Tiff and I have a tremendous amount of baking to do tomorrow, especially since we goofed off today. I have a feeling if you spend the night, I won’t get much sleep …….”
Chelsea bit her lower lip and gave me the most devilish little smile, immediately stiffening my cock. She looked at me and laughed .
“See what I mean? Would you mind leaving? I’d kind of like to talk to Tiffany alone, also .”
“No, not at all. I’m perfectly cool with it, actually. Most women demand that I spend the night and get extremely bent out of shape when I don’t. This is quite a refreshing change. Of course, you’re not like most women, are you? Can I use your shower before I go ?”
“Sure. Go head. Give it a minute for the water to get hot .”
“I plan to take a cold shower, honey. Unless you’re willing to join me ?”
Chelsea gave me a long sultry kiss on the lips before rejecting me .
“Nothing would please me more, Blaize. Believe me… I just don’t want Tiffany feeling uncomfortable or disrespected in her own home. She is my very best friend and I want to make sure she’s cool with us being…….intimate……..in the house, when she’s here. The walls of this old house aren’t exactly sound-proof. You understand ?”
“Absolutely. Don’t give it another thought. You’re completely right. She might think I’m beating you in here, with all your loud panting and screaming. And we don’t need her calling the cops, now do we ?”
