“I can’t believe she’s real.” Armani continued to study the enlarged copy of EJ’s driver’s license.
“Oh she’s real alright! She’s real fucking fine!” Fabian joked.
Armani eyed him with a side glance. “This shit ain’t funny. What the fuck is going on? Where do I know this woman from? I must have met her somewhere, right?”
“Maybe, maybe not you may have just spotted her in passing and her image somehow got stuck in your consciousness.” Fabian offered. Armani continued to gawk at EJ’s photo. “So, what do you want to do now? Her address is right there. My guy crossed referenced the address with a number for that address. Her phone number is handwritten at the bottom. Call her.”
“And say what? Hi Escape Jones, I’m a crazy ass prince who dreams about fucking you every night. I think I’m in love with you. Will you marry me?” Armani mocked.
“Marry? You didn’t say a damn thing about marriage. You want to marry this girl?”
“No Fabian! I just paid an obscene amount of money to have her hunted down like an escaped con so that I can fuck her! I told you I was in love with her.”
“Yeah, and that was okay when she was just a figment of your overzealous imagination. Now that she’s flesh and blood, muscle and bones the stakes have changed. In fact I’m not convinced that you should tell her how we found her. I’m pretty sure we violated several laws and her privacy in the search. Not to mention it’s pretty much high end stalking and women hate that bullshit!”
“Then what am I supposed to do then? Fabian there is no way that I’m going to stop now. I have to figure out a way to meet her.”
“Okay, I’ll put my guy on her. He’ll follow her around, see where she works and plays. I’ll have him snap a few pictures in the process so you’ll have a better picture to beat off to.
“Fuck you!” Armani chuckled. “Yeah but definitely get some pictures.”
“Yeah I thought so!” Fabian laughed. “Don’t worry… He’s thorough. When he’s done you’ll know the last time she had a period. We’ll figure out our next move from there. Pretty much you just have to make sure you go where she’s going to be until she notices you.”
“Yeah… Notice I’m stalking her and shit.” Armani laughed as he continued to gleam info from EJ’s license’s statistics. “Fortunately, I’m pretty as hell. It shouldn’t be too hard to get her attention. Okay, let’s do that.”
Fabian grinned. “Oh this shit is going to be good. What if she turns out to be ghetto as hell? Better yet, what if she’s a big bold and beautiful chick, sitting on six asses?”
“None of that shit is true. Look at this girl… She’s fine as hell! Even if it is true, I don’t give a damn! I will fuck all six of those asses, well! I’m going to marry this woman and you’ll have a ghetto ass sister in-law with six properly fucked asses!” Armani laughed. “This shit is crazy! This has to be some kind of divine intervention. How else can you explain it?”
“Hey, I can’t explain! I think you’re right. I’ll call my guy and authorize the surveillance. We’ll have everything we need by next Saturday.”
“Wow… That soon?”
“Yeah it’s not going to take but a week to get her routine pinned pointed. I’ll call him today and he’ll start this evening.”
“Okay! Hey, that’s what’s up.” Armani agreed to the extra surveillance as he ran EJ’s image and stats through his brain to see if he could remember meeting her. Coming up blank he chuckled. “Man this shit is crazy! How do I know this woman?”
Fabian shook his head to indicate he had no damn idea. “I have no damn idea, but I’m going to find out.” He declared.
Chapter 21 Charmayne
The persistent pull of his hot mouth on her swollen clit and the steady caress of his thick finger in her wet pussy quickly lured Charmayne to an exotic place where only pleasure resided. He was all over her pushing and licking and sticking and fucking her hot spot she owned. Harrison was a skilled lover who knew how to make her body sing and rejoice in the song he so masterfully composed.
Spreading her legs wider and lifting her ass higher to meet his hungry mouth he devoured her as if she was his last meal before an untimely execution. Slurping her seeping juices from her wet slit he finger fucked her to within a millisecond of annihilation. Taking his time Harrison continued to suckle her oozing pussy until she begged him to take her.
“Fuck me!” She hissed as she arched her back, shoving her greedy pussy into his handsome face.
His eyes met hers as he continued to lick her pussy as if he was a kid licking the remnants of the last bit of strawberry ice cream from a bowl. Her need was palpable and nothing would please him more than to shove his thick, hard ten inch dick into her weeping pussy. Still, he was in no rush. It was his first day off in months and Harrison planned to spend every damn second of it between the beautiful Charmayne Harrison’s toned thighs.
“Oh God! What are you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want to feel your big dick split me in half! Stop teasing me… Come on and fuck me!”
Harrison watched Charmayne as the grips of her pending orgasm choked the words in her throat rendering her breathless. As his ears ere barraged by a string of grunts and groans and intangible syllables from a primitive language he knew that Charmayne’s pussy was less than a clit lit from total destruction. An ambiguous, devilish countenance transformed his boyish, white boy good looks as he slowly played with her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Charmayne eyes locked on him shortly before they rolled like tiger eye marbles to the top of her head. That was it! She was done! Her body immediately stiffened and a wolf like howl filled the room as she transformed into a crazed wolf woman in search of a big, mega hard dick.
“F-U-C-K ME!” She barked in a rough werewolf voice as she clawed viciously at Harrison’s back demanding to be filled with his huge, hard cock. “Fuck me you fucking bastard! Stop playing and fuck me, now!” She growled, drawing blood as her perfectly manicured nails tore the flesh from the sexy, drop dead handsome bodyguard’s back.
His expression was endearing, but stoic as he continued to eat her pussy as if it held the key to peace in the Middle East. Scratch and kicking and screaming Charmayne tried desperately to unseat her trembling pussy from his mouth to no avail. Harrison had her round, caramel colored ass in a GI Joe Kung Fu grip and he wasn’t about to let it go until he was finished his meals.
“Oh God! Harrison, please… I can’t take it… It feels so… I can’t… Oh My God! I’m… I’m… Coming Again!” Charmayne screeched as her second release punched her repeatedly in her face like Mike Tyson going for one of his infamous ninety second knockouts. “Please Harrison…. Please… Fuck… Me…” Charmayne sobbed like a toddler crying for a second cookie.
Harrison realized he had the beautiful woman right where he wanted her, begging for his hard dick! Harrison and Charmayne had been lovers for years. He risked everything to be with the stunningly lovely Texan only to play second fiddle to his boss, Prince Armani and lap up his sloppy ass seconds. He was done with it! Finally Charmayne was all his! He was the only dick in her life and he wanted to make sure she fucking knew it!
“Why? What are you going to do for me if I do?”
“I’ll suck your dick! Please Harrison stop!”
“Fuck that! My dick doesn’t need to be sucked! What else can you do?”
“I’ll ride you like a bull! Let me up and I’ll show you! You’ll see!”
“Fuck that shit too! Been there, done that and I’m not impressed!”
“What else you got?”
“Oh God! I can’t take anymore… Tell me what you want and I’ll do it! Just tell me!”
“You’ll do anything I say, if I fuck you with this hard cock right?”
“Yes! Anything! Just name it and I’ll do it! Just fuck me first!”
“No reneging right?”
“I promise! If it’s in my power I’ll do it! If you’re just put the tip in!
I’ll do it!”
Harrison smiled and sucked her throbbing clit deep into his mouth, knowing it was going to shake her erotic foundation and ignite orgasm number three. Seconds later he got the response he was looking for. Charmayne’s entire being shattered into a billion little pieces as the Big O number three jumped on her chest like an angry gorilla and beat her senseless until she was almost unconscious.
“S-H-I-TTTTT!” She screamed as her body thrashed violently before seizing.
Harrison tried to engage her eyes but Charmayne was done! Her eyes stared blankly into space and her mouth gasped for air like an out of water goldfish. Licking her one final time for good measure he released her as he strapped up and prepared to enter her.
“You ready to be honest with me now?” He enquired as he rolled the condom over his throbbing hard dick. “Huh Charmayne?”
Charmayne didn’t or couldn’t answer. She had checked into Pleasureville hotel and was enjoying a relaxing intimate message.
“Huh Charmayne?” Harrison asked again before he stabbed her with that horse dick of his to revive her ass.
Charmayne responded with a gurgling noise as the tip of Harrison’s huge dick entered the entrance of her convulsing pussy. Still unable to speak she struggled to focus on the gorgeous bodyguard. Somehow getting the muscles of her eyes to work and fix her gaze on Harrison she indicated yes with her pleading eyes.
Harrison nodded that he understood. “Marry me Charmayne. That’s what I want you to do for me.”
The size of Charmayne eye’s doubled in surprise. “What?” She managed in a weak, drained, husky voice.
“Marry me. I’m in love with you and I want you to be my wife. So, if you ever want to feel this dick again, then you’ll have to marry me to get it. If not… I’ll pull out now and you’ll never see me again.” Harrison managed as his words quickly got jumbled up behind a giant lump that had developed in his throat.
Charmayne willed her arms to move so her hand could wipe the lone tear that drizzled along Harrison’s chiseled cheekbone. Tears filled her eyes and she burst into a full on sobbed right after nodding yes. “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”
Harrison lowered his body into hers as the length of his hardness slipped seamlessly into her wetness. Covering Charmayne’s mouth with a smoldering hot kiss he sealed the deal. Their tongues danced a familiar waltz as Harrison skillfully made love to his new fiancé for the very first time. Minutes later they had bumped and grind uglies to twin, simultaneous releases of tsunami magnitude. Satisfied and happy as hell the couple cuddled in the afterglow.
“What about Armani and your job?” Charmayne asked concerned as she stared into her man’s crystal blue eyes.
“Fuck Armani and that job! I have some money saved up. We’ll be okay until I figure out what to do next. We’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.” Harrison assured her.
Charmayne giggled. “I’m not worried. We’ll be better than okay. You know I’m insanely rich right?”
Harrison chuckled. “Yeah… I think I read that somewhere.”
Charmayne giggled as she snuggled closer. “Reading is fundamental.”
“It sure is. Let’s get married right away. Okay?”
“When?” Charmayne asked.
“I resigned my service last night. We can fly to Vegas and get married tomorrow.”
Charmayne smiled brightly and simply nodded yes to indicate that she was all in.
~*~*~
Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Montgomery were married in a quaint, intimate service in Vegas the following day. No, Elvis did not officiate the wedding service, although he sang at their reception. Charmayne would have died of natural causes if her handsome husband forced her to endure that humiliation. They honeymooned for two weeks in Hawaii and relocated to Charmayne’s hometown of Sulphur Spring, Texas upon their return.
Chapter 22 EJ
Prissy had been riding EJ’s ass unmercifully to make her start dating again. EJ wasn’t feeling it though. Paul Crown was the love of her life and she knew she’d never find a man to replace him. Frankly the thought of even trying was a big damn waste of time in EJ’s mind. Still, she had made a deal with Prissy that she’d give it at least one more try. If this attempt went south Prissy had agreed to get off EJ’s back an allow her to enjoy her vibrator in peace.
EJ had just pulled out from a parking space on the street in front of her office when out of nowhere a late model, steel grey, Maybach 62S, luxury car slammed into the back quadrant of her brand new BMW X6. She had just made a quick run to the office before picking up the girls and this shit happens. Needless to say she was fucking pissed.
“What the fuck? Oh Mother Fucking Hell No! Oh come the fuck on! Seriously? Why can’t Bitches in France learn to fucking drive!” She screamed as she hit her horn in frustration. “What the fucking hell? I just got this damn car! This is some straight up Fraggle Rock Bullshit!” She snorted in frustration as she grabbed her license and registration and prepared herself for a fucking fight.
Before EJ could fish her wallet from her purse a tall man knocked on her driver’s side window. “This Mother Fucker better have insurance!” She vented to herself. “If not… I’m kicking his big ass straight in his fucking ball sack, with his non-driving dumb ass!”
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry! I got distracted and… Are you alright?” She heard him say through the glass of her window.
“Yes! Please just give me one second sir while I get my registration and insurance information.” She responded as she reached in the glove box and removed her vehicle registration.
The second she unlocked the door the gentleman opened it for her and offered her a hand to help her out. “Miss I am so sorry. Don’t worry about a thing. My insurance company will pay for all the damage.”
“What happened? Didn’t you see me pulling out?” EJ asked as she shaded her eyes to look at the extraordinarily tall, mountain of a black man.
He was tall but well built. She could see that his body was ripped even through his custom tailored suit. Looking just like he stepped out the page of GQ magazine’s Best Dressed issue, this man was stunningly handsome, and it didn’t go unnoticed by EJ.
His eyes were camouflaged by dark, expensive designer sun glasses, but EJ could tell that he was fine as the hair on a baby ant’s ass. He had a perfect mouth, with perfect teeth that was surrounded by a perfectly manicured goatee. The handsome gentleman smiled as he realized that his looks had arrested EJ and left her scrambling for coherent words.
It wasn’t so much his fineness that captivated her. It was something about that smile that made her crave a moustache ride. EJ blushed as she felt her pussy thump for a man other than Paul Crown. “Fuck me!” She unconsciously murmured as she did a quick head to toe scan of this gorgeous hunk of manhood that loomed over her like a giant evergreen.
“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Mr. Magic grinned, not one hundred percent sure that he heard what he thought he heard.
“Nothing! I didn’t say anything!” EJ quickly back peddled as she realized her pussy had just spoke out loud. “Maybe we should just exchange insurance information. I’m kind of in a hurry.”
“Sure, no problem... You look familiar do I know you from somewhere?” He said as he fished his driver’s license from his wallet. “Probably not! I don’t think I’d forget a woman as stunning beautiful as you.
EJ giggled as it became painfully obvious that he was flirting with her. A part of her liked it while the other part of her loved it, so she flirted back. “Well, I guess I should look familiar. I’m the woman whose car you just slammed into. Is this how you meet women?”
The handsome young man laughed. “Um… Usually not, but things have been a little stagnant in the romance department lately. Are you single?”
“Depends on who’s asking?” EJ snickered.
“I’m asking. Hi, I’m Prince Armani Fabre′. What’s your name?”
“For insurance purposes my name is Escape Jones, but my frie
nds call me EJ.”
“So… Escape Jones, can we get through all the formalities of exchanging insurance information, so I can take you to lunch and earn the privilege to call you EJ.” His sexy baritone voice asked as he moved a little closer.
“EJ eyed the perfect stranger. Normally she would have responded, “Hell no, with your no driving ass!” Today, Boo- Boo Kitty was doing all the damn talking. EJ’s pussy was applauding so loudly she could hardly hear herself think. Without hesitation her cunt ordered her mouth to quickly say, “Yes! I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Do you have a pen?” The handsome, obvious obscenely rich man smiled as he took a long sip of EJ’s fineness.
“Yeah, give me a second. I keep a pen and pad in my purse.” EJ said as she leaned in the car to retrieve them.
Armani took the opportunity to admire the view from the rear and boy was it a beautiful sight to behold. Biting his knuckles to keep from screaming out, “DAMN!” Armani silently prayed that she’d take her time looking for that damn pen.
“I hope you’re not looking at my ass.” EJ yelled back as she felt the distinct sting of his eyes on her booty.
“I wish I could honestly say that I wasn’t, but sadly I was. I’m a painfully single man. I hope you can forgive me for that indiscretion.” He chuckled.
“Whatever! You need to take a look at the damage on your car.” EJ eyed him with the side glance as she handed him the pad and pen.
“Why? It’s just a car. It can be fixed or replaced. I’m just glad no one was hurt. Escape Jones, I’m really sorry about all of this.” Armani admitted as he wrote down his information.
“Sorry for what? Sorry about staring at my derriere? Don’t worry about it. It happens all the time. Sad to say, but I’m used to it.” She snickered.
“No, not that… Although it was rude to look, I have to admit that I enjoyed the view.” He smiled as he gauged her reaction. “No! I’m actually sorry about hitting your new car. You still have the dealer tags on… You must be pissed.”
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