by B, Johnna
Wicked DeceptionS
Johnna B.
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Wicked DeceptionS
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EBOOK EDITION
My thanks
First I want to thank my family and friends who have supported me from day. To My wonderful husband Wayno, who has probably sold more of my books than I have, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your love and support. When I told my family I wanted to be an author none of you flinched, you just said “how much is the book going to be?” You all know who you are I thanked you in my first three books!! Lol! I can’t explain how your support has helped in my journey in writing.
Shout out to all the readers who have been supporting me from day way and all the new readers who were willing to give this new author a chance. I want to shout out my Cousins in the K’wan Reader Group(KRG) who keeps me laughing and motivated on a daily basis; Mariell Edwards, Kisia Black, Krisha Deshawn, Lawrence Huggins, Saleria Roy, Lenika Winfield, Erica Martinez, Kenya Moses, Dymetra Miller, Ashley Tucker, Chris Ringo, and Troi Cobb. If I forgot to mention you charge it to my Head and not my Heart I WROTE THIS IN FIVE MINUTES.
And to my Write2Eat family MarSean Jones, Kris Greene and Raynesha Pittman I wish you nothing but success. We bout to take over and they don’t even Know!!! Mrs. Charlotte Foye thank you for accepting me into your family you are such an Fn Lady and I appreciate the pep talks we’ve had. Now last but not least, my big Cousin, My favorite Author, the big homie, he is one of my few inspirations, The Legend K’wan Foye. I swear I can’t even find the words to say to you for taking a chance on me. I take the nickname “The Resident Psycho” with pride and I’m about to take it to a whole nother level. Your believing in me brought back my spark for writing. I had given up when someone tried to steal my dreams from me. I had put my pen down and given up and I felt defeated. The day you told me I was chosen is the day I knew my journey in writing wasn’t over, like I had previously thought it to be. I told you years ago we would be working together. I spoke it into existence I believed even when you didn’t. And look at me NOW!!!!!!
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PROLOGUE
“So, Courtnie, what is your deepest fear?” Dr. Reed asked, peering at her over the rim of his wire framed glasses. His dark brown eyes showed concern.
“I don’t have any fears, Dr. Reed.” Courtnie smiled mischievously.
She was a pretty, young girl with golden skin and ice blue eyes. The skirt suit she wore could barely contain her curvaceous body. That day, she wore her dirty blonde hair in big curls that crowned her angelic face. She regarded his salt and pepper hair in his trim facial hair and the frown lines at the corners of his mouth. He was an older man, yet he was handsome in a distinguished sort of way. She had been seeing the psychologist off and on since her senior year of college.
“Okay. Well, why do you continue to come here?” Dr. Reed asked.
“Because I have nothing better to do on Tuesday mornings, and I enjoy making you uncomfortable,” she told him.
“And what makes you think that you make me uncomfortable?”
“The way you concentrate to look at me in the eyes when you really want to look at my body,” she replied as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs seductively.
The short skirt she was wearing left little to the imagination. Just as she’d predicted, his eyes spared the briefest of glances at her creamy thighs, before he ripped them away again and focused on her face. Courtnie loved to see men come unglued over her. She toyed with them like a cat might toy with a mouse, before tiring of the game and devouring them.
Dr. Reed cleared his throat. “I see. So, you’re telling me you have no fears?”
“Nope,” she said with a smug grin.
“And what about what happened to you in college? Aren’t you afraid of that ever happening again?” Dr. Reed asked.
Courtnie’s grin turned into a mask of rage, but she quickly recovered. “Those bastards will never hurt anyone again. I made sure of that.” She looked him directly in the eyes, as if to punctuate her statement.
“And how did you do that?” Dr. Reed asked.
“Don’t you worry your sexy, little head over such nonessential things. Just know that no man will ever hurt me again,” Courtnie said triumphantly.
Dr. Reed pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Courtnie, let me be frank with you. Every week you come here to get help, but you resist my efforts. You give me half answers and riddles. This has been going on for years, and we’ve made very little progress, so why continue to waste our time?”
Dr. Reed was trying to be patient, but his resolve was starting to slip. Courtnie had been coming to him for a little over five years, and they had gotten nowhere. His frustration with her was at an all-time high. He wanted to refer her to someone else and finally be rid of her, but, every time he started the paperwork, he was never able to finish. His fascination with Courtnie gave her a hold over him.
“I told you. I like your company,” Courtnie smiled and began unbuttoning her blazer. Her large breasts pressed against the fabric of her sheer blouse. Her erect nipples stared at Dr. Reed accusingly.
Dr. Reed unconsciously licked his lips. “Well, Courtnie. I’m afraid our time has come to an end. There isn’t anything else I can do for you.”
Courtnie smirked as she rose from her seat and moved to stand directly in front of him. The look he gave her was something akin to a starved animal.
“Dr. Reed, I thought we understood each other.” She knelt between his legs and ran her hand up his thigh. “It’s over when I say it’s over.”
“Wh… what are you doing, Courtnie?” he stuttered, feeling the blood rush to his penis as it began to harden.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Courtnie freed his penis from his pants. She stroked it gently, admiring its hardness in her soft hand. His dick was surprisingly bigger than she had pictured it.
“Courtnie, you are crossing the line. I need you to stop.” Dr. Reed’s voice was stern, but he made no to move to stop her.
Courtnie had been planting her seeds of seduction for years, and it was finally time for them to bloom. “Not until I’m good and got-damn ready.” She ran her tongue over the head of his penis.
Dr. Reed felt like someone had just shocked him as his body went rigid. Courtnie jacked him off slowly, every so often giving his cock another soft lick. She pursed her lips over the head of his dick and let a long trail of spit fall onto it before sucking it back up.
“Please stop,” Dr. Reed whimpered.
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your dick is saying another.” Courtnie continued tugging at his muscle. “You can play the professional all you want, Dr. Reed, but the eyes don’t lie. I see the way you look at me, the way you watch my every move. Are you really going to tell me you’ve never thought about fucking this hot, pink cunt?”
“Please…I can’t,” Dr. Reed panted.
Courtnie ignored h
im as she sat on the floor near his feet. She spread her legs and gave him a full view. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She took her hand and licked her fingers, before sliding them inside her. She threw her head back and hissed like a cat as she fingered herself feverishly.
What Courtnie had said was true. More than a few times, Dr. Reed had fantasized about what it would feel like inside the sweet walls of the younger woman. Courtnie had subtly tried to seduce him before, but Dr. Reed was always strong enough to resist her advances, but now seeing her fingers slide in and out of her hairless cunt, slick with her juices, was too much to resist. Without even realizing he had moved, Dr. Reed found himself on his knee with his face buried in Courtnie’s crotch. He spread her lips apart and marveled at her oversized clit. He kissed her clit passionately, letting Courtnie’s juices paint his lips, before licking them clean and repeating the process.
“That’s right, doctor. Eat it up,” Courtnie moaned, grinding her hips and trying to force his face deeper into her pussy.
When she’d had her fill of cunnilingus, she was ready for him to take her.
“Don’t be greedy.” She pulled his head from between her legs. She got on her knees, with her tanned ass hiked up and inviting. “Come give me that juicy cock,” she ordered, while rubbing her hand over her damp clit.
Dr. Reed scrambled, on his hands and knees, to Courtnie, so he could mount her. She was so wet that his dick slipped twice before he was finally able to cram it inside her. He heard Courtnie moan softly as his thick cock filled her. Courtnie’s pussy constricted around his dick, nearly making him shoot his load prematurely. All he could think of while he was inside her was that Courtnie’s pussy was so good that he could’ve gotten rich if he’d found a way to bottle and sell it.
“Show me what that big cock can do. Fuck me like you missed me!” Courtnie barked over her shoulder.
Dr. Reed gripped her by the hips and began ramming himself in and out of her as hard as he could. No matter how viciously he pounded her, she ordered him to do it harder. She was getting turned on by the pain. Dr. Reed’s heart raced as if it were about to pop, but he didn’t dare stop and withdraw from her silk walls. Being inside her was like a beautiful dream that he never wanted to end.
Courtnie looked back at Dr. Reed and saw that his face was twisted into an ugly mask and had turned beet-red.
“That’s right, cum for me, muthafucka. I want you to shoot that hot load all over my ass.”
Dr. Reed was breathing heavily, and it felt like he was catching a cramp in his thigh, but he wouldn’t stop…he couldn’t stop. His nails dug deep into her ass cheeks as he felt the feeling of an orgasm spreading throughout his body like a wild fire. With a howl that sounded like a wounded animal, Dr. Reed pulled his dick out and sprayed Courtnie’s round ass with his seed. It seemed like he would never stop ejaculating, but, after a few seconds, the spray of semen slowed to a drip. Dr. Reed rested on all fours, wheezing and coughing like he was having an asthma attack.
Courtnie took his suit jacket off the edge of the chair and wiped the semen off her ass and legs as best she could before tossing it on the floor. She pulled down her skirt and smoothed over her clothes, before using the picture of Dr. Reed and his family as a mirror while she fixed her hair. When she was done, she tossed the picture back down onto the desk, cracking the frame. She turned her cold eyes back to Dr. Reed and smiled like the conquering heroine.
“See you next Tuesday, Dr. Reed,” she told him and left the office.
Chapter 1
Courtnie
Courtnie looked on at her fantasy crush, and the woman who had beat her to the punch of being blessed with his last name, his wife. Like clockwork, they stood in line for their morning cup of coffee with the rest of the customers. Though they were married, from their body language, you could have mistaken them for complete strangers. She scrutinized how they kept distance between them on the line, barely spoke, and looked everywhere but at each other. Anyone with eyes could see that there was trouble in paradise.
He was tall and dark, with pretty white teeth, and the body of a god. It made Courtnie angry every time she saw the couple. In her head, she fantasized about him leaving his wife and hooking up with her. If a man that fine belonged to Courtnie, not only would they have not been able to keep their hands off each other, she’d fuck him on command and suck the skin off of his dick without ever having to be asked. The chocolate supreme dream came in just about every morning, and, though he had never said more than a few cordial words to her, she felt like they were soul mates.
When Courtnie first opened the coffee shop, it had been a bit of a struggle. Getting a business off the ground proved to be more difficult than she’d thought when she invested her money in the establishment. It had taken a little hard work, but business had started picking up. It was located in downtown St. Louis, which was considered a prime location because of the foot traffic from lawyers and the other people who worked in the various office buildings in the area. By the time she was rolling into her second year, business at Coffee & Delicacies was booming. Courtnie had met all kinds of people and made a slew of important contacts via Coffee & Delicacies, but the high point of her day was always seeing her chocolate dream.
Whenever he came into the coffee shop, Courtnie made it a point to take over the register, so she could serve him personally. She would even throw extra pastries in with his order, even if he just asked for coffee. Sometimes, fate would smile on her, and he would come in without his wife, but, more often than not, she was there with him. This really got on Courtnie’s nerves, and, every so often, she would add a little something extra to her coffee. It took everything out of Courtnie not to laugh while she watched her dream lover’s wife take slow sips of hot coffee laced with piss. The wife always seemed to be frowning and had a nasty attitude. She was rude and didn’t deserve a man like that.
His wife stood to the side, thumbing away on her phone, and not paying any attention to her gorgeous husband. Whatever had her so engrossed, she didn’t even notice the daggers he was staring at her. Courtnie could tell he was upset about something, and she hoped his wife was the cause.
As the couple got closer to the register, Courtnie got up to make sure she was the one to take their order, as she normally did. She saw his eyes shift to her, so she made sure to put something extra into her strut when she approached the register. More than a few men at the coffee shop turned their attention to Courtnie, but all she saw was her chocolate lover. She knew she was sexy, so it was only a matter of time until she finally got his attention, and, once she got it, she was never going to let it go.
“Mike, I’ll take the next few orders. It’s time for your break,” Courtnie told the young man who was currently at the register.
Mike looked confused, but the look in Courtnie’s eyes told him not to question her. He nodded and did as he was told. The couple still had a few people in front of them in the line, which was a good thing. Courtnie didn’t want it to be obvious that she had taken over the register just to service her fantasy man. She filled each order, smiling and making small talk, but her focus was on the couple. They were having a heated exchange about something, and it brought a smile to Courtnie’s face.
“Look, Angela. Would you just order a damn coffee? I don’t feel like arguing this early in the morning,” Adonis said to his wife in a huff.
They always argued, but, lately, she had been getting on his last nerves. Every day, she seemed to find something new to complain about, but, lately, she had been on a cheating kick. For some reason, Angela had gotten it in her head that Adonis was sleeping around on her, which was crazy. Adonis was a good-looking man, and women came on to him all the time, but he loved his wife. Outside of going to work and his Wednesday night poker games with his friends, he rarely left the house.
“Well, if you had brought your trifling ass home early enough, we could have argued about it last night. But, no, you couldn’t let go of that new pussy, huh?” Angela rolled h
er eyes.
No matter how many times Adonis denied her infidelity accusations, she wouldn’t let it go. She knew in her gut that he was cheating, but she had no proof, and it was the lack of proof that ate her up.
Adonis sighed. “I do the same shit every week, my routine never changes, but, all of a sudden, you have a problem with it? Angela, you sound crazy. As a matter of fact, I’m out of here. I’ll get coffee somewhere else.” He stormed toward the door.
“Then, get your sorry ass on then!” Angela yelled after him.
She was causing a scene, but didn’t care, so long as she got her point across. Frankly, she could care less what anyone else thought, so long as she rattled Adonis’s cage. Angry men made mistakes, and, when Adonis slipped, Angela would have the proof she needed about his infidelities.
Courtnie watched in pure disgust as her dream man walked out and his dumb ass wife let him. She was pissed to the highest level, and it took everything out of her not to jump across the counter and whip Angela’s ass for mistreating her blessing of a man.
“Can I get a large caramel latté with a lot of whipped cream on top?” Angela requested, snapping Courtnie out of her thoughts. She asked flatly, never looking up from her phone screen.
Courtnie started to spit in Angela’s face, but she checked herself. While Courtnie went about the task of making Angela’s latte, she watched her through the reflection on one of the freezers, sizing her up. Angela was a rich caramel color with a petite build, save for the slight paunch that could be seen through her tight shirt. It was obviously from giving birth. Her hair was cut in a short wrap that stopped just above her shoulders. To Courtnie, she was all right looking, but nothing to write home about, and less than deserving of Adonis. Humph, basic bitch, she thought as she finished up Angela’s special latte. She turned her body, so the rest of the customers couldn’t see her spit the nasty green loogie into Angela’s drink. After mixing it enough so it to clog the straw, Courtnie topped the drink with whip cream and handed it to Angela with a big smile on her face.
