by Cairo
I laugh. “Unless you tryna put a ring on it, that’s none of your business.”
“You never know. If you’re a good woman, I’ll put a ring on it alright.”
“I know I’m a good woman,” I say confidently. “The issue is finding a man who can handle all of this goodness.”
“Who knows, maybe ya luck’s about to change, baby.” I smile. Tell him I don’t believe in luck. “Well, I do.”
“Then maybe yours is about to change,” I tease, shifting my body toward his. I reach over and grab at his cock. Knead it until it thickens.
“Damn, yo. Whatchu tryna do, have me run off the road?”
I kiss the tip of my finger, slip it into my mouth, slowly sucking before pulling it out and biting down on the tip of my fingernail. “What would you like me to do?” I ask, teasingly.
He leans over toward me with one hand on the wheel. He takes his eyes off the road and gazes at me. “Yo, you tell me. It’s whatever.”
I remove my hand, laughing. “Let me stop before you end up running down into a ditch and killing us. I need you to get me where we’re going in one piece.”
“Nah, I ain’t tryna kill us, baby. But, uh, you killlin’ me right now. You got my man down here throbbin’ for real for real. What you gonna do about that?”
I grin. “Nothing,” I say, shifting my body forward, getting comfortable in my seat, “for now, anyway.”
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, heading toward the Lincoln Tunnel into midtown New York.
“Wow, it’s awfully busy in here,” I say as we take our seats. We’re at Dave & Buster’s in Times Square. And he’s right. I’ve never been here before.
“Yeah, it can get kinda hectic up in here. But, it’s all good. It’s actually one of my favorite spots. Sometimes when I ain’t beat for a buncha of nonsense, I come here and get lost. I can spend hours up in here playing games.” Awww, how cute! I smile, seeing this muscled-bodied, manly man light up like a kid at Christmas. “Yo, what can I say? I’m a big kid at heart.”
I smile. “So I see.”
When the waitress finally gets to our table, I order the chicken alfredo. Desmond orders a veggie burger and fries. He orders a Corona and I order an apple martini. In the forty-five minutes it takes for our food to arrive, the two of us talk like we’ve known each other for years. It feels nice. This time I tell him a little more about me. Let him know I grew up in East Orange. That I went to private schools. Then off to college.
The waitress returns with our drinks, then asks if we need anything else. We don’t. So she floats over to the next table. He stares at me, taking a sip of his beer. He leans in, rests his arms on the table. “Beautiful, educated and mad sexy. I like that.”
“My parents were big on education; especially my mother.”
“Oh, word? Was she strict?”
I laugh. “She had her moments. But not really.” He asks about my father. I tell him we’re really close. That he was very involved in our lives. That he allowed us to make our own mistakes; yet was always there to help us figure it all out. “I love him to death.”
He smiles. “Damn, that’s wassup. That’s the kinda relationship I wanna have with my daughters. Hell, with all of my kids. My pops worked all the time. He held down two jobs. So he didn’t really have much time for us, growing up. My moms held shit down, though. She was the glue to our family. Pops was the breadwinner. But mom dukes ran the house. She spoiled us rotten; especially her boys.”
I’m smiling, but I can’t help but feel a tinge of envy that his mother was the kind of mother I wished for growing up. “And I bet you were her favorite.”
He laughs. “How you know?”
I shrug. “Educated guess.” I ask him who he looks more like, his mother or father. He tells me his father. Tells me he’s the only one that took after him. The rest of his siblings look like his mother. I grin, “Well, your father must’ve been one fine man back in his day.”
“Yo, what you mean ‘back in his day’? Dude still got that swag juice.”
I laugh as the waitress finally returns with our meals. The rest of the night, we eat, drink and laugh. Three apple martinis and four beers in, we finally make our way to the game room where we play rounds of Pacman, Centipede, and a few other videogames, then shoot a few rounds of pool. I surprise him when I beat him both times.
“I bet you didn’t think a chick in heels could whoop you,” I say, teasing him, “did you?”
He laughs. “Yeah aiight, baby. Think what you want. I let you win. But in the end I’m the one gettin’ the prize. Believe that. And I play for keeps.”
“No comment,” I say, smiling.
“You ready?”
I nod, allowing him to take my hand into his and lead me out the door. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun with a man, laughing and talking. No airs, no extras. Simply two people enjoying each other’s company. By the time we get to the car, I’m feeling frisky and free. And have already decided that the minute we get back to Jersey, he’s getting some pussy before sending him on his way.
“I really had a nice time,” I say as I fasten my seatbelt and settle back in my seat. “Thanks for inviting me out.”
He flashes me a wide smile. And for the first time I notice how pretty his teeth are. “Nah, thank you. I enjoyed myself, too.”
“So, was this a date?” I ask, coyly.
He grins. “It’s whatever you’d like it to be, baby.”
I smile. “Good answer.” He reaches over and takes my hand into his. The rest of the ride we continue laughing and talking. By the time we turn onto Bloomfield Avenue it’s almost midnight.
“Damn,” he says, pulling up in front of Paradise. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “I wish this night didn’t have to end.”
I lick my lips, letting go of his hand, then reaching over and grabbing his cock. I slowly rub it. “Who said it had to?” I unfasten my seatbelt, then open the car door. He’s still sitting, with the car running. I glance at him. “Are you coming in for some pleasure?”
He smiles, quickly shutting off the engine. “Yo, you already know.”
“Then welcome to Paradise.”
Pleasure
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Pushing him back on the desk, I grope him. Knead his cock; its width and length expanding beneath his jeans, thick fabric constricting its release. “Damn, girl…you sexy as fuck? You sure you don’t have a man?”
I press the tip of my finger to his dark, full lips. “Ssssh, don’t ask me a buncha questions.” I squeeze his dick. “Mmmmm…you gotta nice fat dick…”
He grins. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I say in a whisper, wrapping my arms around his thick neck. I stare into his eyes. Allow him to see the lust in mine. His hands find my waist, then my hips and my ass. He squeezes, pulling me into him; my hips pressing up against him. Without thought I grind into him. “I want some dick.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ma give it to you real good.” His hands slide from my waist, gently glide up my body, caress the sides of my breasts. They are warm and soft against my skin, causing a sudden bolt of ecstasy to shoot through me. I shudder as he continues his journey, brushing the tips of his fingers along my neck. He cradles my chin, takes me in. “Damn, you so muthafuckin’ fine. I wanna make love to you.”
I swallow. Breathe in his desire for me. “And I wanna give you pleasure like no other. My pussy is on fire,” I tell him, stroking his cock. It feels heavy and extra thick. He lowers his mouth, claiming my lips.
Desmond kisses me slowly at first, teasing the corners of my mouth before slipping his tongue between my lips. My mouth welcomes him in, allowing him to deepen the kiss. I close my eyes and get lost in the moment, sucking on his tongue. We kiss for what seems like an eternity before he moves to my neck, licking and sucking.
My nipples poke out stiff, like sweet Hershey kisses. He reaches for them, cups my breasts, then pulls them into his face. “Damn, you have some
nice titties.” I tell him to suck them. He unhooks my bra, lets my titties bounce and jiggle in front of him, then opens his mouth wide and devours them—one at a time. I toss my head back, letting out a soft moan. His tongue feels good swirling around my areolas. His fingers pinch my nipples, softly at first. then harder. And my clit pops out from under its hood; the moist heat from my pussy seeping through my panties.
“Oh, yes…mmmmm…”
“You got me so fuckin’ horny, baby.”
“You want me to suck on this dick?”
“Nah, I wanna eat that pussy, first,” he whispers, slipping his fingers between my legs. I gasp, parting my legs wider. I want to feel his fingers inside me. “You got my muhfuckin’ dick throbbin’, ma.”
I tug at his shirt, pulling it up over his torso. He raises his arms and I remove it, tossing it across the room. “I want you naked. Take the rest of these clothes off. I wanna feel this hard dick naked in my hand, against my body.” I step back from him and he wastes no time in getting undressed. I smile, taking in his hard body and dick as I step out of my soaked panties. His dick jerks and bounces up and down. He grabs it at the base, then shakes it. “Yo, you see how hard you got this dick, right?”
I scoop my panties up, stepping back into him. “Oh, yeah, I see.” I reach for it, stroking it with one hand while pressing my cum-stained underwear up to his lips. I tell him to eat my wet panties. He takes them from me. Holds them in his hands and cups them over his face and mouth, then inhales. He breathes in my essence. “Put ’em in your mouth,” I say, slowly tracing his hard chest and abs with my fingertips. I pinch his nipples. He grunts, my panties hanging from his mouth.
Then in one swift motion he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me over to the sofa where he gently places me, then eases himself to the floor. He pushes my legs back, spitting my underwear out of his mouth. I pull open my lips for him. He kisses them; blows into my center; bursts of hot breath igniting me, setting my insides aflame.
“Damn, you have a pretty pussy.” His lips go up and down my labia, left side, then right side. I moan, palming the back of his head. “Mmmm…you taste so damn good.”
Licking my clit, my pussy milks his fingers in rhythmic spasms. With a grunt, he attacks my clit with his mouth and tongue. Fingers pushed in to knuckles, he curls them upward, sucking my clit deep into his mouth. He sucks me, nibbles me…until I erupt. He keeps his mouth planted over my sticky cunt, nursing himself on my juices. He doesn’t pull back until he thinks he has sucked out the last of my cream. But, he’s not aware that I’m an ever-flowing waterfall of lust. My juices continue seeping out.
I reach up and pull him into me, eager to taste myself on his lips, his tongue. Excited by the smell of myself, I lick and suck on his mouth feverishly, then inch my way down off the sofa, lowering myself in front of his throbbing cock. Precum oozes out of its slit. I lick. Take him into my mouth. Swirl my tongue over the head.
His head falls back, and he groans out loud. “Aaaah, shit…your lips feel so good around my dick…oooh, fuuuuck…”
I suck him balls deep. Suck him until his knees shake. Suck him until he shoots a thick, hot nut down in my throat. I swallow, stand up, licking my lips, then fingers.
“Daaaaaaaamn, baby, you the truth,” he says, catching his breath. He grabs his cock. It’s still hard. How I like it. He presses it up against me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. The mixture of my pussy and his nut on our breath, tongues hungrily twirling around the other, excites me. Any man comfortable enough to tongue me after I’ve swallowed his nut is a man after my own heart. My cunt creams and vibrates, ready to feel his thickness.
I skillfully roll a condom onto him and guide him inside me. He presses the head of his dick into my slit, then pushes in, slowly rotating his hips.
I gasp.
He slams his hips forward, shoves his dick all the way inside me.
I gasp again.
He grunts, then pulls back, stirs my pussy nice and slow with the tip. “Damn, your pussy’s so tight…and wet. Mmmmm, fuck… oh, shit…”
I clamp my legs around him and dig my heels into him. “Put that fat dick in me and stop teasing me,” I demand, staring him in the eyes. “Fuck me.”
He presses his body to mine, giving me what I’ve asked for. My orgasm vibrates through my clit, stretches out, the contractions causing my body to shake. “Aaaaah, shit…you so hot, baby… Mmmmm, this pussy’s so wet…”
I whimper.
He moans.
My bliss, his bliss…becomes our pleasure, expanding, winging through the both of us. The heat we both feel urges us into harmonic thrusts; sweaty bodies colliding into the others. His yells of pleasure rising to match mine. Powerful waves wash over me. I lift my legs higher. Bend at the knees, pulling open my pussy, wider.
I welcome him into Paradise. Greet him with unadulterated pleasure.
He pumps me, moving inside of me with the right pace and rhythm. “Aaaaah, shit, baby…I’m gettin’ ready to cum…Oooh, shiiiiit…uhhhh…uhhh…”
Trembling with utter ecstasy, he growls and grunts, and comes, flooding the condom. He gasps; his body still writhes in pleasure. “Ohhh shit, that was good.”
I smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
He kisses me. “You aiiight?”
I nod. Kiss him back. My pussy throbs with delight. Still, I want, need, more. His dick softens inside of me, slipping out. Desmond lifts up from me, shifts his body. I shift mine, lifting up from the sofa. I watch him as he removes the condom. I lick my lips. Drool gathers in the corners of my mouth. I want to drink him in. Want to roll his cum-filled condom into my mouth, then chew it like chewing gum. But I refrain from acting out my kinky thoughts.
Instead, I scoot up on my desk and spread my legs. I pat my clit. Caress my cunt. Desmond grins, licking his lips. “Come eat my pussy,” I whisper, leaning back on my forearm. He walks over to me, leans in, presses his lips to my clit, and kisses it, then licks it. I let out a soft moan. He darts his tongue in and out of my slit, flapping it along the seams every so often.
“You like that?” he asks in between licks.
“Oh yessss…” His long tongue pushes its way deep inside of me, chin deep, it finds refuge in my slick cunt. He grunts and groans, lifting my hips up off the desk. “Yeah, like that,” I coax, helping him find his way back to paradise.
Porsha
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“Don’t forget Damon is coming through this Friday for another tune-up,” Persia says, grinning as she flits about the kitchen, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “He should be here around eight or so.” She rinses her breakfast plate and silverware, then drinks the remainder of her hazelnut coffee before rinsing out her cup and sticking it in the dishwasher along with the rest of her dishes. I watch as she maneuvers around the kitchen, wiping the counters, then the table. She’s so busy rattling on that she hasn’t noticed that I haven’t said a word. “Oooh, I can’t wait to ride that nigga’s back. My pussy juices at the thought.”
I grunt, finally acknowledging that I’ve heard what she’s said. “Mmmph, I forgot about him wanting to get that ass of his tore out the frame.”
She chuckles. “Girl, be nice. All you need to do is worry about being the good little dick sucker you are.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, I’m being nice, boo.” And I’m gonna give him a nice, slow, wet dick suck, too. Ugh. I’m such a damn contradiction when it comes to Damon. On one hand, I’m repulsed by the thought of him taking it in the ass. But, then on the other hand, I’m turned on by the thought of sucking his dick. He is so damn masculine. So damn hood. Between you and me, his cock cream does seem so much thicker when his ass is being stuffed. But, after all the shit I’ve talked, Persia will never hear that from me. “Don’t worry. You know sucking a dick has never been a problem for me.”
“Well…”
“Whose dick you getting ready to suck?” Paris asks, walking into the room. Her silk robe is open, revealing
the pink teddy she’s wearing.
I laugh. “It figures that would be the only part of the conversation you heard.”
She gives me the finger.
“We’re talking about Damon,” Persia informs her. “He’ll be here Friday. And Porsha was just saying how she can’t wait to suck the nut outta his dick.”
I laugh.
“Oooh goodie,” Paris says sarcastically, clapping. “I get to see Porsha do what she does best while he gets fucked by you. What a treat.”
“Whatever, smart-ass,” Persia says, grabbing her car keys. “Make sure you’re home, too. We wouldn’t want to disappoint him.” Paris asks her where she’s off to so early. She tells her she’s flying out to Atlanta to meet with a potential client who’s interested in having her design their company’s website, and meet their marketing needs. “It’s a new research development company. I’m hoping to seal the deal before I get back tonight.”
“Good luck,” Paris and I say in unison.
“Thanks.”
“Oh, before I forget,” Paris says, taking a plate out of the cabinet, then scooping eggs out of the pan on the stove onto her plate. “I need one of you to cover the boutique tomorrow for me. Mom has invited me to drive out to the Dutch Country with her.” She pulls out two slices of multigrain bread, then drops them into the toaster. She tells us how, since that incident at the diner, Mom has been really trying. “When we drove out to the outlets last month, she, of all people, apologized, which both of you know is no easy feat for her.”
I glimpse over at Persia and see her rolling her eyes up in her head.
I chuckle. “So basically what you’re saying is, once again, she’s manipulated you. Made you feel guilty for your despicable outburst toward her. ’Cause you know she’ll never let you live it down.”
She huffs indignantly, placing a hand up on her hip. “She hasn’t manipulated me into doing anything. What makes you say that?”
“Umm, let’s see. You call her to apologize, and she turns around and invites you to spend the day shopping with her, and you were the one driving her. Now, she’s inviting you out to the Dutch Country—to drive again. Hmmm…sounds like manipulation to me. She knows how you are.”
