by Xyla Turner
He assessed my body, by looking at me up and down, “Are you okay?”
“Why do you keep asking me that?” I smiled, “I’m okay. I’ve actually had orgasms before.”
He looked annoyed by my remark, “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I retorted.
Walking to the refrigerator, I went to grab a bottle of water. Holding up the water to see if he wanted one, but he was out of the bed and heading towards me.
Uh oh.
Xavier came up behind me, took the water out of my hands, and pinned my naked body on the refrigerator. It was cold and I was HOT. He whispered in my ear, “Don’t try to downplay last night like it was just some orgasms. It was more than that - and you know it.”
I could not stand him.
So what if it was more than that, did he have to point it out and make such a big deal out of it. He was leaving in the morning and I would be back to my self-pity. Let the course take its place. I replied, “Do you want some water?”
He sighed, “You want another spanking, don’t you? You are taunting me, so I will spank your sweet ass.”
At his words, I involuntarily extended my ass against his growing erection, sending the message that I could, in fact, go for another spanking. He groaned in my ear and bit my neck hard. Then, he sucked on it, as he continued to grind me into the refrigerator. Moans escaped my mouth, as he bit and kept sucking on my neck. Finally, he put his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit with calculated precision. My goodness. This man was talented and a walking sex dream. He bit the other side of my neck, rubbed my throbbing pussy and grinded my entire body further into the appliance. My nipples were erect, my ass hot from the spanking last night and my sex was leaking more juices.
When did he stop?
Well, apparently, not until I came. He tweaked my clit with his thumb and put two fingers into my dripping heat, then went to town. I rubbed shamelessly against that refrigerator and projected my ass out for him to grind on harder, until I was screaming. My head rested back against his shoulder, as a result of the orgasm zapping all of my strength. After picking me up and carrying me back to bed, he laid me down like I was a sacrifice. My body still naked, but was coated with a sheen of perspiration from his recent escapades. He climbed over me, lying on his back, so he could move his arm under my neck to turn me into his body.
He whispered in my hair, “Sleep, baby.”
At those words, I nestled in his chest, closed my eyes and slept like he said.
****
Hearing a noise, I jumped up from my sleep. It was 9:00 AM and was alone in my bed. He must had just left and it was the door that woke me up. I laid back down in the bed and muffled a scream in my pillow. Then I heard another noise. Jumping back up, I looked into the kitchen and there he was in black briefs and a t-shirts that fit him quite well. He was looking in the stove, which is why I didn’t see him the first time. What was he doing?
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but it’s hard to do that in this cave.”
“Stop talking about my apartment,” I snapped.
“I will talk about this mouse trap every time I think of you in it.”
“Listen, we are all not rich,” I said pointedly.
He snapped his head my way and said, “So, you’ve done your homework? Did you also know that I wasn’t always wealthy? Did you know that I had an apartment like this when I started out as well? Or maybe you didn’t catch the memo that when you make six figures, it means upgrade your lifestyle and move out of the hood?”
What!
“You know, its arrogant comments like that, that plague our urban areas now. Just because someone has quote/unquote made it, doesn’t mean I have to leave and forget where I’ve come from.”
I emphasize what I am saying by putting both fingers in the air making the quote signs.
He retorted, “It also doesn’t mean that you need to make yourself some type of martyr or apologize for your success, when you’ve clearly worked to the bone to achieve it. Nobody is mad at that sacrifice, Xena and anyone who would judge you for that, clearly isn’t worth your time.”
“I think we should change the subject.” I inserted because he touched a nerve.
“I think we can agree on that.”
He went back to looking in the oven, when I heard grease popping. As I was still naked, I went to find some clothes since he was making breaking. Standing in the mirror, I observed the many hickies on my neck, cleaned up again and went into the kitchen/dining room. He stopped turning the scrambled eggs and motioned for me to come to him. I thought about his controlling ways, raised an eyebrow, but still went to him.
“Good girl.” He smiled.
I don’t know why that affirmation made me so giddy, but I loved to hear him call me a good girl or his good girl. Oh, that turned me on so much, and I did not know why. I think he knew that I liked it a lot because he then said, “Now be a good girl and kiss me.”
Up until this point, we kissed a total of one whopping time and the beginning of that kiss, he was doing everything, but towards the end, I participated a lot more. I put my arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes to kiss him, like I was indeed hungry. I am not sure what came over me, but I bit both his lips. He pressed me into the sink and took his fill of me, biting my lips, my tongue and even my neck, which was bruised already. I did not care. I just need to wear scarves or short-sleeve turtle necks for the next week or so. Oh, the problems of having a sex life with a biter. Well, at least in my case, a short-lived sex life.
He ended the kiss and smiled at me, “Somebody is hungry.”
I smiled back and moaned. He got that look in his eyes, like a lion on the hunt. Then he said, “You want to see me lose control, don’t you baby girl? You want to see me devour you, like a caged animal does to a steak? You sure you ready for that beast, baby?”
Wrapping my hands around his hard dick, I caressed it back and forth, then licked my lips as he closed his eyes and moaned. He took a step back and said, “Hmm, you have no idea how much I want that.”
As I went to move into him, he backed away and sharply said, “Stop.”
I stopped mid-step and turned away at his one word. He just rejected in my own apartment, after last night. WOW. He must have registered my response, grabbed my arm to bring me closer to him. Whispering, “Baby, don’t take it like that. I want you so bad, it hurts. Just not today, okay?”
“Why? I feel like you’ve been asking for this since day one, but now that we are here, you are turning me away. That doesn’t make sense.”
“Baby, it’s not like that, I have my reasons.” He sighed and then, said, “Please… just not today.”
“Fine,” I snapped, trying to get lose from his hold.
“Don’t get like that, darling. Be my good girl,” he responded. “Let me feed you.”
He felt me go slack against his hold, so he loosened his grip. Reluctantly, I walked towards the dining room table, so we could get this charade over with and he could leave. Contemplating the whole situation, while he finished cooking breakfast. I was having sex with Kevin on a regular basis, almost 2x a month, now I just had oral sex with Xavier. He seemed to have potential, but he was bossy and fiercely possessive. There was a feeling, that I had not even scratched the surface of what he was capable of in regards to what it would be like being with him. Now he did not want to have sex. This fact led me to believe there would be rules and other things I may need to abide by. I was not sure about that, but on some level there was no harm in finding out.
Xavier made waffles, scrambled cheese eggs, bacon with orange and apple juice on the table. He placed my plate on the table in front of me, then sat down next to me with his plate that had double the portion of food than mine. Grown men eat like grown men. Hmm.
Eating my food in silence, I noticed that between eating his food, he watched me like I was going to disappear. It’s my apartment, so I wasn’
t going anywhere.
“What are your plans for today?”
I told him that I was going to the community center to serve lunch and dinner. He nodded, “Okay, we’ll rendezvous later this evening.”
I shook my head no. He did not like that, as he stopped his fork in mid-air with pancakes and eggs both on the utensil, “Why not?”
“I have school tomorrow, plus I use my Sundays to recuperate, gather my thoughts and plan for the upcoming week.”
He assessed me openly as if to decipher if I was making the story up or not, then he said, “You do too much and you need a day of rest, but what about resting with me?”
I thought that was sweet, but this little tryst was not a thing, so I did not want to confuse our situation.
“Listen, you don’t have to do this. Let’s just call…”
He cut me off, “Don’t even finish that sentence because I know you are going to say something stupid and untrue, then I’m going to have to fix whatever I break in this place because you drive me absolutely crazy.”
What?
“I drive you crazy? Have you looked in the mirror? You are the crazy one, driving me crazy.”
He shakes his head, “Baby girl, I want to spend time with you, just me and you alone. Now carve out a time in your schedule or I will carve out one that fits my schedule. This is one of the few compromises you will get from me, so take advantage.”
“Ohh,” I raise my hands in mock surrender, “I should be so lucky.”
He ate his food off his fork and pointed it at me in a warning.
“Okay, okay,” I surrendered.
“Good girl.”
We finished our food and I did the dishes. Force of habit, I was taught that if someone cooked, you did the dishes. It was now 11:30 AM, so I had to get ready for the community center. I shared that with Xavier and he nodded that he understood. Grabbing my hand, he had me trailing him to my front door. He had his suit jacket in his one hand and my hand in the other. We reached the door and he turned me so that my back was towards the wall. He pressed his body into mine, leaned down and whispered, “I enjoyed last night, baby. I want more like that. Think about what I said and give me a call tonight after you are settled.”
I nodded my head in agreement. He nipped my ear and whispered, “I still taste you on my tongue. You were a bad girl last night, but I think you learned your lesson right?”
Rubbing my titties against his hard chest, he moaned, “Yeah, you learned your lesson, baby. Bad girls get punished and good girls get rewarded.”
A moan escaped my throat as he inhaled audibly. Then he sighed, “You drive me so crazy.”
My arms wrapped around his neck, so I could bring him down to my level for a kiss. Our lips fought for position, control and dominance. I am sure he won, but I kept vying for control, knowing the animal would come out of him soon. It did, when he dropped his jacket, grabbed my ass and lifted me up against the wall and started to grind his hard dick into my wet pussy. There would make a stain on his crotch area when it dried because I was so wet. He would need to get this dry cleaned. I did not care and neither did he because I started moving my hips to meet his rotations. Oh, this made him growl and he started to bite my neck and then, when he heard my breathing get shallow because I was about to come, he started to rotate his hips faster and I sped up my gyrations as well. He was squeezing my ass and pressing his hard cock right on my swollen clit. My breath hitched as I exhaled, “I’m about to come. Oh God, I’m going to cum for you.”
The next thing I know, I feel this sharp pain on my shoulder and I am screaming his name in my hallway. He had bit my shoulder. I kept moaning because it felt so good and as long as the pain was being transferred to my erupting pussy, it was more than enough. Whew, this man was lethal. I had never had that many orgasms within a 12 hour span of time. Shit, he made Kevin look and feel like child’s play. Now that is saying something. I had given myself more than enough orgasms to last a lifetime, but nothing compared to Xavier causing me to erupt over his mouth, hands and by grinding on his hard cock.
Sagging on him, he started to slowly let me down. When he realized that I could stand, he leaned in, kissed me sweetly and whispered against my lips, “That’s my good girl, let the whole apartment complex know, I own that sweet pussy.”
With that, he opened the door, walked out and closed it behind him.
I stared at the door for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. The man was so ridiculous. He was a freaking cave man and I was in trouble.
8 there will be an “us”
Xavier:
Driving my car home, I thought about one of the best night of my life with that crazy Street Fighter. She could argue about a butterfly, if you entertained it. She was the most stubborn, complicated, difficult, and sexy as hell, honest, caring woman I had ever met and there was no way, I was letting her go. In the restaurant, she said exactly what I had been feeling lately. I was so sick of the empty hookups, temporarily filling my cup for it to be gone by morning and replaced with the notion that women just want to get close to me because of the money or they just wanted a quick fuck. That got old and honestly, it got old a while ago. I did not know what my alternative solution was until I found myself looking through my emails for her home address. I had the Private Investigator send me everything about her the night of the Gala. He was a hacker, so I am sure he mostly retrieved her stuff off social media, dating sites, or personnel records.
Last night, I had not plan to let her go that easily, but I also did not plan on her liking my punishment or fucking the hell out of my face. Oh man, imagine her on my dick. She was a wild one alright. She made the warrior princess look like a virgin, the way she was gyrating with my finger in her ass. I am going to have dreams about that shit. Definitely some fantasies, but more encores, if I have anything to say about it. There would be an “us,” whether she wanted an “us” or not.
God, I would not get any good sleep anytime soon. I slept like a baby last night with her naked body in my arms. My dick felt like it had been hard for the past 48 hours. Shit. I needed to rub a few out and now that I had real mental images of her riding my face, that should be easy. I must be the craziest man on earth to turn her down, when she was offering her body to me, but like I said, I respect what she said at the restaurant. She had a goal of settling down and not having one-night stands or temporarily satisfying herself, only to be back at square one. I could totally identify with that. I was sick of it too and made a decision that she and I would wait awhile before I take her fully and make her mine.
Now the true test of time would be if 1) I could hold out, 2) if she could hold out or 3) if she would kill me when she found out, I put us on a plan or 4) would we last that long. No matter what she said about my need for control, she would yield, but if she felt like I deceived her, then all bets are off. In her dossier, it specifically said that she was a strong-willed woman that would not hold back, could hold a mean grudge and had no problem walking away from people or situations that she felt were not good for her. I need to read this again and find out where he acquired this information from. It could have been her online profile, which she will need to deactivate ASAP.
I made it home, took a hot shower, and rubbed a few out of my throbbing dick, while I thought of that sassy woman who was already under my skin. When would I see her again? She had licked her lips with that pink tongue sneaking out, I could see her licking my balls. Imagining her lick me like a lollipop, then wrapping her luscious mouth around my whole dick. I imagined myself, holding her hair as I made my way home inside of her willing mouth.
Oh…
My shower was now cold and my fingers were wrinkled.
ENOUGH.
I had plenty of work to do, rather than pine after a smart-mouthed woman who ran away from me like it was her job. I hope after last night, she would stop running and face that “we” would happen. She’s so stubborn; she’ll probably the type to run at her own wedding.
This
woman was a drug and I just had my introductory taste and was now hooked. Now, I needed to know who I had to eliminate for that to happen. My sources said she was not dating anyone, but that did not mean she did not have the occasional sex partner.
9 mr. observant
Xena:
The day seemed like a blur. I went to The Community Center and heard one of the televangelist preaching about ‘take your blinders off because your miracle is right in front of your face’. What? Mr. Aroma was no miracle, more like a wet dream. My sheets still smelled like him, I would never wash them again.
FOCUS.
Okay, serving my community, I focused on my task and it was quite enjoyable. Seeing all of the people who were gathered at the Center to bring more awareness about issues within the community was great to see. There was one guy who came up to my section and looked very familiar. He was a tall, white guy, with a blond cropped haircut. I recognized his face, but could not place where I had seen him. He smiled at me, so I returned the gesture, before I asked if he wanted chicken or beef. He openly stared at me, then said, “You don’t remember me do you?
“Uh, no, but you do look familiar.” I replied.
“We met at the Gala a few days ago. I helped you down the stairs.”
“Oh yeah. You said, ‘Congratulations beautiful’,” I finished.
He smiled, “Definitely beautiful.”
The man closed his eyes, like he was forgetting something and asked, “Where is your man?”
“My man?” I asked, “I don’t have a man.”
“Is that so? Well, there was certainly a guy taking up all of your time and he had a possessive touch about him that evening. I saw you at the bar and at your table.”
That dang Mr. Aroma. Cock blocking.
“Yes, he was trying to take up all my attention and apparently was successful with his goal of acting like we were together,” I replied.
He smiled brightly and I could see his beautiful teeth through that goateed smile. Good Lord!
