“Look inside one of those bags from Pink, I put you a pajama set in there,” he said, still eating his food.
“You just knew that I was going to be coming over here tonight with you huh?” I asked.
“Something like that,” he said, smirking with his cocky ass.
I walked off and headed upstairs to take my shower.
Chapter 16: Rashard
Damn right I had every intention on bringing Imani’s fine ass home with me tonight. She had been ducking a nigga for weeks, ignoring my calls and my texts. So earlier today, I drove by Breesha’s boutique and damn near had to beg her to tell me where Imani was at. When she told me that she was at school and that she didn’t get out until 9:15, I thought that was perfect. I had Breesha tell me all of Imani’s sizes. I’m talking panties, bras, shirts, pants, shoes, everything. I went to the mall and bought Imani all type of shit. I was sick of playing games with her ass, talking about we could just be friends. After I finish with her little ass tonight, I bet she’ll be singing a whole different song.
I finished my food and headed upstairs to take a shower as well. When I finished, I threw on a pair of my Polo pajama pants and a white wife beater. I slipped on my polo house shoes and headed downstairs. I went in the den to play the game, waiting for Mani to hurry her ass out the shower.
Thirty minutes into the game, Imani came down and joined me on the couch. She was so fuckin fine. She had on the short pajama gown that I bought her from Pink, and the high Pink socks that I had brought her as well. Her hair was pulled to the top of her head in a messy bun. She looked so simple, but yet so beautiful; and she smelled so good, like warm vanilla.
“I thought I was going to have to drag you out of there,” I said to her when she sat down on the couch.
“I been on my feet all day, I needed that,” she said.
I paused the game and sat the controller down on the table. Getting off the couch, I sat in front of Imani and took her socks off that she had on her feet, one by one.
“Rashard, what are you doing?” she asked me, fear written on her face.
“Chill, I’m just gon’ massage your feet,” I told her.
Her feet were so small and cute. She had what I like to call suckable toes. Her toenails where painted white, looking like pure cocaine. I took her right foot in my hand and gently massaged it. She let out a soft moan and threw her head back as she let my hands do the magic. Not wanting to leave her left foot out, I gently placed her right foot back down and focused my attention on the left one.
Imani had her eyes closed and from the constant moans she was letting out, I knew she was enjoying it. After I did this for another twenty minutes, I leaned up and placed my face in front of hers.
“Give me a kiss,” I ordered.
She sat up and kissed me so soft. I slid my tongue in her mouth, and she gently sucked on it. That shit was turning a nigga on. I reached my hand down and placed it inside of her panties. Her pussy was bald and soaking wet. I felt her tense up when she felt my hand moving around inside her. I could look into her face and tell that she was scared shitless. Imani had already told me that she was a virgin, so she had every right to be scared, but I promised that I wasn’t going to hurt her, I just needed her little stubborn ass to trust a nigga. Never in my life have I ever went shopping for another woman, unless it was my mother. I never even brought a female over to my damn house before. That alone should let her ass know that I was feeling the fuck out of her.
“Relax Mani, I got you,” I told her, because her body was literally trembling up under me. I started kissing her on her neck, sucking gently, leaving hickies in the process.
“Mmmm Rashard...stoppp” she moaned, trying to scoot back on the couch.
“Don’t it feel good baby?” I asked her, still massaging her clit.
“Yesss...but I’m scared,” she cried, and a long tear escaped from her eye.
“Baby I’m not gon’ hurt you. I want you to be my woman. I’m sick of chasing your ass. Don’t worry baby, Ima be good to you, I promise.”
I wasn’t just saying that shit because I wanted some pussy, I was saying that shit because it was the fuckin truth. Imani’s ass didn’t chase after me like these other hoes out here, so that alone made me want her even more. Normally I was the one playing hard to get, but her ass had flipped the script on me; had me blowing her phone up, leaving voicemails and shit like I was her bitch.
She had tears falling from her eyes, and I used my other hand to wipe them away. I sat her up and pulled the nightgown over her head. She didn’t have on a bra and out sprung the prettiest, perkiest breasts that I had ever seen in my life. I slid her panties off and sat them on the floor. Her body was so fuckin perfect. Not a stretch mark or sign of cellulite in sight. She knew her body was the shit too, which is why she didn’t try to cover herself up or anything once I had removed all of her clothes.
I brought my mouth closer to her exposed breast and feasted on her pretty, brown nipple, and she tasted so sweet. A soft moan escaped Imani’s mouth when I began to suck and nibble on her titties, applying a great amount of pressure to it. She began rubbing my head gently, enjoying the chills that I was sending up her spine.
“Mmmm,” Imani moaned when she felt my hand travel back down towards her pussy. I slowly slipped one finger inside of her and she was so tight. When she got used to one finger, I stuck another one in and I heard her gasp. Slowly, she started adjusting herself to my fingers and started rolling her hips to match the motion of my hand.
“It feel good baby?” I asked, sucking on her neck.
“Yessss baby, please don’t stop,” she moaned.
I removed my hands and replaced it with my mouth. I swam my tongue over and over on her clit, and it was driving her insane. I was slowly lapping up her juices from her inner thigh back up to her pussy, not wanting a drop to seep out. My tongue was constantly vibrating against her clit, and when I felt her let out a loud gasp, I knew she was about to start cumming.
“Shit I’m cuummminnn!” she screamed.
I lapped up all of her juices and kissed her on her lips. I removed my shirt and threw it on the floor. Imani was lying there limp as a rag doll.
“Don’t tap out now, lil mama. I’m ‘bout to put this dick in your life,” I said, pulling my pajamas and boxers down and exposing my dick.
Imani took one look at my dick and her face was priceless. I didn’t plan on her taking all this dick at once, so I was going to take my time. Being the big girl that I knew she could be, she laid back on the couch and opened her legs wide for me.
I attempted to put the first few inches in, but Imani placed her hands on my abs, stopping me with her small fist.
“Baby, you not gon’ feel it if you don’t let me go. Move your hands. Let daddy handle that pussy,” I said, looking down at bae, and I could tell that she was in pain. Shit, I wasn’t about to sit here and brag on my dick, but I will admit that my shit was indeed big as fuck. Eventually, she moved her hands and I was able to get a little bit in.
“Shh…Shhaarrdd!” Mani screamed, trying to push me back again, but I was able to catch her arms this time and place them over her head. This was the part I hated, trying to break them in. I had taken plenty of girl’s virginity, but this was different. This was my future wife, so I had to be gentle with her.
“That’s it baby, take that dick for daddy,” I said, putting the rest of my dick in her. Her face was drenched in tears, but the hard part was over now.
She gasped real loud and once she felt my entire dick fill her up, she released a satisfied sigh. I wasn’t about to show her lil ass no mercy anymore at all. Her tight walls were squeezing down on my dick in the process, so I plunged my dick back inside and she tried to remove her hands from the grip that I had on them.
“Shard...you’re hurting me baby,” she cried.
After that, I gave her slow, deep strokes because I didn’t want to hurt my baby. Next time, I wasn’t going to be so gentle, though. I cuffed one of
her legs in the crook of my arm and tried my best to go deep into her, while I leaned over to suck on her nipple. Imani was so fuckin tight, so I had a hard time trying to break her ass in, but the feeling that I was getting was fuckin great. Inside of her was so wet, warm, and tight. Her pussy got wetter, and I was able to slide the whole thing back inside of her. I started picking up my speed while holding onto both of my small ankles in the air. Imani constantly dug her nails in my chest and tried so hard to get away, but I wasn’t letting her move. Imani had my head gone. The pussy was way too good, and it made me even horny to know that I was the only one to get between that gold between her legs.
“Fuccckk baby, I’m gonna cummm,” she moaned, looking up at me with those sexy ass eyes.
“Shit baby, gone head,” I said, watching as her face contorted as she released that big ass orgasm that released cum and some blood as well. She came, and I pulled out and nutted on my shirt that I had on the floor.
“Shit girl,” I said, pulling her up and placing my pajama pants up under her.
“A nigga just popped your fuckin cherry girl,” I said, amazed. I really couldn’t believe that Imani had given up the pussy. I swear, I planned on hitting this for the rest of my damn life.
“I know and I’m embarrassed,” she said, seeing the blood that had fallen onto the couch.
“Girl, I ain’t tripping off that,” I said, going over to her and picking her. I carried her upstairs and we got into the shower together.
“You know what this means right?” I asked, kissing the top of her head as she stood up under the water.
“What?” she asked, smiling at me.
“You my girl now. Any nigga you was talking to before, dead that shit. I don’t want to hear no shit. It’s all about you, if you just let me do my job,” I said seriously.
“Well, I wasn’t talking to no other niggas, but the same applies for you! No bitches calling your phone Shard, and I’m serious. Respect me like how I’ll respect you,” she said, standing on her tip toes so that we were face-to-face.
“I got you, lil one” I said, smiling.
After we finished washing each other up, we got out of the shower and dried off. I kept my towel wrapped around my waist while I went inside my drawer so that I could give Imani one of my shirts to throw on. After she put it on, I slipped on a pair of Nautica boxers and we climbed in the bed together. Shit, a nigga could get used to this!
“So much for you saying that you weren’t going to fuck with me and that I was going to sleep in the guest bedroom. I ended up getting my cherry popped,” Imani joked, lying her head on my chest.
Laughing, I said, “Wasn’t now way in hell I was gon’ sleep tonight without breaking your ass in,” I said, pulling her closer.
When I looked down, I noticed that her lil ass had fallen asleep. A nigga couldn’t even have pillow talk with her ass because she had tapped out. I reached over on my dresser and retrieved the blunt that I had sitting there. After lighting it, I inhaled that good shit for the next ten minutes while Imani slept peacefully. She didn’t stir once. I finished off the blunt, turned off the lamp, and pulled her close to me. This was only the beginning for Imani and Shard.
Chapter 17: Imani
I woke up the next morning feeling like a new woman. I had just got my cherry popped last night, and I was on cloud nine right about now. I swore up and down that I wasn’t going to do nothing with Rashard last night, but I ended up giving him something that I could never take back. and I honestly didn’t regret it at all. I experienced every bit of pain that I could possibly imagine in the process though, but I felt that it was all worth it because in the end, his dick going in and out of me was the best feeling in the world. I’m not going to lie, I was a little embarrassed from crying like a little punk but shit, I bet I’m not the first to cry while losing their virginity, and I damn sure won’t be the last. When I would hear Breesha’s loud ass in the room at night, fuckin with Dontae, I would always feel as if she was just doing the most, but hell no, good dick will make your ass hit high screams that you never thought that you would be able to hit before. I looked over to the left of me, and Rashard was still asleep. I quietly got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
I stepped back inside the bedroom, and Rashard was up now. I had the towel wrapped around my waist and I was walking with a slight limp, due to the way he handled my pussy last night. I was so sore while I was taking my shower, and I had to be very careful while I was cleaning my vagina. When I got home tonight, I was going to soak with some Epsom salt.
“Come here,” Rashard told me.
I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him. He pulled me by the front of my towel and sat me down on his lap.
“Where you going this morning? You trying to leave daddy already?” he asked. I gave him a kiss on his lips and shook my head no.
“I have class this morning, baby,” I said.
“Skip class and come hang with a nigga today.”
“Shard, I can’t do that. Class just started last week, I can’t start missing days already. Plus, don’t you have to go to work today?” I quizzed.
“Yeah, my first appointment isn’t until one though, so Ima just hang out here until then,” he said, sniffing my neck.
“Oh and baby, remember my car is still at the school, so you got to take me to class this morning,” I said.
“Cool.”
I got off his lap and went inside the guestroom where I had the clothes that he had brought for me yesterday. I also went inside my purse to retrieve my phone. I had missed calls from Breesha, Nae, and my mom. Between Breesha and Nae, I don’t know who called me the most. I quickly shot them all a text to let them know that I was okay. Afterwards, I threw on one of the True Religion outfits Shard brought me, along with the MCM purse. After I was done getting dressed, I met Rashard downstairs and we headed to the car.
Chapter 18: Breesha
I don’t know where Imani’s little ass was last night, but I was damn sure going to find out. I knew for a fact that she had to be with Rashard, because he came into my shop yesterday looking for her. She was telling me that she only wanted to be friends with him though, so I wonder what the real deal was. Right now, I was at the shop with Nae finishing putting our new inventory on the shelves. This weekend we were having a sale on Remy hair, where you could get a 20, 22, and a 24-inch bundle for only $279.00, so things around the shop were a little busy today. My assistant Melanie was out front running everything, while I sat in the back with Nae talking. Imani should be here any minute now, because she told me she would come over when she left school.
Five minutes later, there was a knock at my office door.
“Come in,” I said.
Imani strolled in and the look of “I just got dicked down” was written all over her face; she was glowing. She had a big hickie on the corner of her neck, and the way she walked in told it all. I took one good look at her, and I knew for a fact that my little cousin was no longer a virgin anymore. Imani stood in front of the desk and I looked at her.
“Walk back to the door and come back,” I said, because I wanted to make sure that I was right.
“What? What I do?” Imani asked, looking from me to Nae.
“Just do it, Mani. I want to see something,” I told her.
Imani sucked her teeth and sat that bad ass, new MCM purse on my desk, and walked to the door and walked back. This girl was walking with a slight limp, and every woman knows what that means when they see another female walking that way.
“Nae, do you see this shit?” I asked laughing. Imani looked at the both of us like we were crazy, because she didn’t know what we were talking about.
“Imani, tell all and don’t leave out anything,” Nae told her.
Imani eventually got the hint and the smile that she had plastered on her face gave it away. She went and sat down at the table with us, and told us all about her rendezvous with Rashard last night. I couldn’t believe my l
ittle cousin had finally got her some dick. Thank God, because Lord knows her stuck up ass needed it.
My phone started ringing, and I looked down and saw that it was my baby Dontae. I smiled from ear to ear, and then picked up the phone.
“Hey baby,” I said, sounding so happy hear from him.
“Breesha what’s good? I need you to do your man a favor?”
“Anything,” I stated.
“Can you go down to the school and pick up Bria for me? I’m downtown in traffic and I don’t know where the fuck Sharice ass is,” he said, and I could tell that he was upset.
“Okay baby sure, just text me the address,” I said, standing up from my seat.
“Okay, I’m going to call the school and let them know you’re coming to get her. Thank you baby, I owe you one,” he said.
“It’s fine baby, I’m on my way now.”
I hung up the phone and grabbed my purse from out the closet that I had in my office.
“I’m going to go pick up Bria from school because Dontae is stuck in traffic and his baby mama is nowhere to be found,” I said to Nae and Mani.
They grabbed their things as well and we headed to the front of the shop. My assistant Melanie was busy talking to customers, but I was able to let her know that I would be leaving for the day and to make sure everything was set up for tomorrow before she left. She said okay, and I left. Both Nae and Mani went their separate ways, and I headed to my car to go get Bria. I put the address to the school in my GPS, and I was on my way.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling up to the school. I took my blazer off that I was wearing, grabbed my Louis Vuitton bag, and headed inside the building. Bria was in Pre-K, so I had to go outside where they were on the playground, in aftercare.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up Bria Harris,” I said to the teacher sitting at the desk outside.
“Yes, her dad called and said a Breesha would be picking her up. Can I just see your ID?” she asked me.
I went inside my purse and showed her my ID. She took a look at it and handed it back to me.
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