by Lucinda John
“Language,” my mother said, walking into my room.
“Sorry, Mrs. Johnson.”
Dressed in a long khaki wrap-around maxi high-waisted skirt, a white crop top, and a pair of gold Steve Madden sandals, I was ready for my date. My hair was now parted down the middle in wild curls. Shanice tried to talk me into wearing weave, but I decided to rock my natural inches. My hair stopped in the middle of my back, so weave for me, was an option.
“You look gorgeous,” my mother smiled.
“You don’t think it’s too much?” I asked.
“No. That’s perfect for a casual date. I did my research on Mr. Lucas Stinger and he is the shit,” my mother replied, handing me a pair of gold drop earrings.
“Ma, why are you researching my dates?”
“Never mind about that, I want you to be yourself and don’t be too nervous. When you’re nervous, you begin to sweat,” she said, wiping my damp forehead.
“I’m fine, mom.”
Before my mom could open her mouth to say something, the doorbell rang.
“Hmm, fifteen minutes early,” she smiled, walking off to answer the door.
“Oh my God, what if I screw this up?” I panicked.
“Aimee, you’re a lovable person. I doubt you’ll screw it up. Plus, you look too damn fine. So, even if you say something stupid, he’ll be too distracted by your beauty to notice.”
“Thanks bestie.”
“Anytime love,” she said with a kiss to the cheeks.
“Aimee, Lucas is here,” my mother called out.
Checking myself in the mirror again, I walked downstairs to find a handsome Lucas holding two roses. I assumed he had three when he came in because my mother was holding one between her perfectly manicured fingers.
“You look beautiful,” he commented, handing me a rose.
“Thank you,” I blushed, accepting it.
“And for you,” he said, handing the last rose to Shanice.
“Thank you, Lucas. You’re too thoughtful,” Shanice replied, winking at me.
“If it’s ok with you Mrs. Johnson, I’d like to escort this lovely lady out.”
“It’s fine, honey. Have fun,” my mother replied, giving us both a hug.
Lucas held the door open for me and we walked hand in hand to his Maserati. Opening the passenger door for me, he waited until I was comfortably seated, before closing it. He then jogged to the driver’s side, got in, and pulled off.
“I was thinking for our first date we could enjoy some Italian food?”
“Italian food is my favorite,” I replied.
I was confused when we arrived in a huge empty lot instead of a restaurant. When the car came to a stop, he was facing a G600 jet. My mouth dropped open in amazement. I often heard about lavish things like these in songs, but never have I come close to one.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“We’re going to Italy for the weekend,” he nonchalantly replied.
“Wait. What did you say?”
“I’m taking you to Italy for the weekend.”
“But, I don’t even have any clothes. I didn’t even tell my mother. Wait, how is this possible?” I stammered.
“I spoke to your mother and everything is covered. With Shanice’s help, you have a suitcase filled with everything you need in the trunk. To answer your question, all of this is possible because I’m the man,” he winked.
“This is so unreal.”
“Well, you better believe it, baby.”
“Wow.”
We boarded the jet. I looked around at everything in awe. Everything was so well decorated and looked so expensive that I didn’t even want to touch anything.
“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I have some work to do and send off. The flight to Rome is approximately ten hours, so relax. There’s food in the living area and the master bedroom is to your right,” he said, giving me the run-down of everything.
“Thank you,” I smiled, walking to the master bedroom.
I hated to waste a perfectly good outfit, so I decided to throw on a pair of shorts and a camisole that I found in the suitcase. I laid my clothes out on the chair so they wouldn’t wrinkle. I had plans on putting them back on once we landed. As I lay in the bed, flipping through my phone, I wished Shanice would have told me this. I could have at least brought my books and studied during this long flight. Tapping her name in my contacts, I decided to send her a message.
ME: Gee thanks for the heads up.
SHANICE: It was such a cute surprise. I didn’t want to ruin it.
ME: Did you at least pack me cute clothes?
SHANICE: Don’t insult my intelligence. Bye Felicia. Go enjoy your mini vacay. You deserve it.
Instead of texting her back, I decided to take a much needed nap. All of the running around I was doing in preparation for exams, while making sure my family was straight, was beginning to drive me crazy. Maybe Shanice was right after all. This mini vacation was something I needed to lower my blood pressure.
Chapter 7
Lucas
I sat thinking of how Aimee looked when I picked her up. When I’d presented my brother with the idea of taking Aimee away for the weekend, he thought I was moving too fast. I, on the other hand, felt like I was simply going after something that I wanted. Aimee had been through a lot and I wanted to be the man to show her how sweet life could be.
After concluding the sketch for the new bank I was working on, I scanned it into the computer and emailed the files to Monica’s husband for approval. This was a million-dollar deal for me. That’s why I was selling my soul to the devil by fucking her old, wrinkled ass.
When my email chimed, my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. My fingers trembled as I rubbed the cursor to view the message. If I had lost this deal, I didn’t know how I would take it. I had spent countless hours fucking his wife and drawing out the sketch to perfection. There was no way in hell this deal wasn’t mine.
Mustering up some courage, I finally brought myself to open it. My eyes skimmed through the message, my heart beating faster with each word I read. When I read that he was choosing my designs and sending me out a contract to work on more deals for him, I felt like jumping out of my seat and doing the Schmoney dance. I guess me fucking his bitch wasn’t in vain after all. Giving my dick dap, I powered off my computer and went to search for Aimee.
Watching her sleep peacefully warmed my heart. I wanted to know how she would feel in my arms. Removing my shoes, I slipped into bed with her, pulling her soft body close to mine. The minute her plump ass made contact with my crotch, my dick sprang to life. Stirring in her sleep, she turned around and faced me.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, pushing a strand of her curls behind her ear.
The fact that she was wearing her real hair turned me on. I didn’t have anything against girls who wore fake hair, but I loved when a girl was able to switch it up and rock her natural mane, whether it was short or long.
“It’s ok, I was just taking a power nap,” she smiled.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she blushed. “Lucas?”
“Yes, pretty lady?”
“You never did tell me anything about yourself.”
“Well, I’m Lucas, I’m thirty-six, I own my own company and I’m also a silent partner in my brother’s strip club. My father is Judge James Johnson—”
“Wait, your father is the James Johnson?” she asked in amazement.
“Yes, that’s him.”
“I grew up watching him on TV He’s one tough cookie.”
“Trust me, I know. He raised me,” I chuckled.
“What about your mother?” she asked.
“My mother owns a bakery called Puff Pastries.”
“No way,” she giggled. “Shanice and I love that place. They have the best scones.”
“Since you already know my whole family, meeting them shouldn’t be a problem.”
“You wa
nt me to meet your family?” she asked.
“If I plan on making you my wife, you have no choice,” I replied, pulling her closer to me. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Pulling her on top of me, I pulled her head down until her lips were touching mine. My fingers tangled in her beautiful hair as we shared a passionate kiss. Her tongue tasted so sweet as it tangoed with mine. Unable to take the aching strain in my pants, I lifted her off of me.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked innocently.
“No. Let’s go back to sleep,” I said, pulling her back into my arms.
I knew once I crossed that line and gave her some dick, she was permanently mine. Before I made that decision, I wanted to see if we could enjoy each other’s company this weekend. My mother once told me you could feel when someone was meant for you. Now, I understood what she meant.
******
“Aimee, we’re going to be late,” I called out from the room.
“I’m coming,” she replied, emerging out of the bathroom with her dress unzipped. “Can you zip me up please?”
As my fingers ran through the fabric of the short, yet classy, Vera Wang dress, I couldn’t help but admire her physique. Running my hands from the band of her thong all the way up her back, I felt her body shudder. We’d been in Rome for four days and hadn’t crossed that line yet. I was enjoying our time so much that I ended up extending our trip. Tonight was our last night here and I had something special planned for us.
“I still can’t believe you designed this home.”
“Well, I did.”
“You’re amazing,” she replied, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
“You are too. Now, let’s hurry up before we’re late,” I replied, grabbing her by the hand.
After she was good and ready, I placed a bandana around her eyes while we rode to my final surprise of this trip.
“Wow, this is amazing!” she exclaimed when we arrived to the Castel Sant’Angelo.
“I love it here, it’s so peaceful,” I replied, looking out at the water.
I paid to have a private section of the bridge near the water, just for the two of us. Tonight, I planned on wining and dining her, then making us official. These last four days were all the confirmation I needed to make Aimee mine.
“For you, pretty lady,” I said, grabbing a bouquet of yellow roses and handing them to her.
“Thank you,” she smiled, taking a seat in the chair that I had pulled out for her.
As soon as we were seated, a waiter came out and filled our glasses with the best wine Italy had to offer. I spared no expense when it came to Aimee. Money wasn’t an issue and I wanted her to know that. She could have everything she wanted as long as she remained mine.
We shared a meal of fresh pasta in a mushroom meat sauce, Risotto, fresh oven baked flat bread pizza, and Tiramisu for dessert, while we made small talk. The night sky fell over us. The water glimmered as an Italian guy stood in the corner of our section, playing music from his guitar. The setting was very romantic, and I secretly gave myself a high five for pulling all of this off.
“Aimee, I have something I’d like to ask you,” I said, clearing my throat.
“I’m listening,” she wiped her mouth with her napkin, before placing it down on the table.
“These last four days have been amazing. I want us to have more days like these,” I said, pulling a box out of my pocket.
Aimee looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. I opened the box that displayed a diamond, princess-cut ring.
“Relax, it’s just a promise ring.”
“A promise ring?” she giggled.
“Yes, as in I promise if you become mine, I will replace this ring with the best wedding ring money can buy. I’ll even sketch the design for the ring myself.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to figure out the right words to say.
“Just say yes, you’ll be my girl, or would you prefer me to write it down on paper so you can check ‘yes or no’?” I asked.
“Yes, I’ll be your girl.”
With her response, I picked up the ring and slid it on the ring finger on her right hand. When the time came, the ring finger of her left hand would be beautifully decorated in diamonds. Reaching for her hand, I lifted her up and led her to a tunnel near the water.
Laying her down on the blanket that I had set up, I poured her a glass of wine and began rubbing her feet. Aimee threw her head back, enjoying the expensive wine, while my hands worked wonders on her perfectly small feet. Each toe was beautifully painted with white polish, making her feet look delicious. I had a thing for pretty feet, so I caught her by surprise when I slipped her big toe in my mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned as my tongue glided across her feet.
I twirled my tongue over the matching tattoo that she and Shanice had. My hand inched up her dress. Once my fingers located the seat of her panties, I began rubbing her clit through the sheer fabric.
“Uhhhh,” she moaned, dropping the wine glass.
Pushing her back on the blanket, I tore the dress off of her, right along with the thong she wore.
“This is my pussy now,” I claimed her perfectly shaved pussy, before connecting my mouth to it.
Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to the sweet scent of her sex. Spreading her pussy lips, I could see her wetness oozing out, turning me on more. Making my tongue extra wet with saliva, I sucked her sweet juices until she started clawing at my head for me to stop. Locking my fingers firmly around her hip, I forced her to enjoy the pleasures of my tongue. I performed tricks with my tongue in her pussy that I’m sure José wasn’t able to.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she let out a wolf like howl and drenched my mouth, goatee, and dress shirt with her nectar. Her pussy was so succulent that I had to have another bite. Darting my tongue on her clit, I gave it special attention until it began to swell in my mouth. Flipping her over on her stomach, I licked her ass crack and ate her booty like groceries. After making her suffer, I decided to scratch the itch she had.
The thought of another man holding her heart made me want to fuck every trace of him out of her mind. I was going to dickmatize her to the point that she wouldn’t be able to remember any of the other guys that came before me. Once I ate three orgasms out of her, I decided to feed her kitty some dick.
With a condom rolled down my third leg, I eased myself in her wetness.
“Oh, mmm,” she cried as my length and width split her open.
She was so tight that her pussy walls clamped down on my dick like a crab would your finger if you got too close. I was lost in heaven as I slowly thrusted in and out of her. I tried to hold back my urge to cry out like a bitch, but that task was becoming too hard to comply with.
“Ohhhh fuck, Aimee. This pussy is so good! Why the fuck is your pussy this good?” I asked, picking up the pace of the rhythm our bodies were moving in.
“Is this my pussy?” I asked.
“Yes, Lucas, it’s all yours.”
“It better be. The only way you’re leaving me is if death separates us,” I said, meaning every word.
“Oh daddy, fuck me harder,” she begged.
Granting her wish, I fucked her until her cum made puddles on the blankets.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuk!” I grunted when I finally released into the condom.
I was so dizzy that I had to lie on top of her and gain my composure.
“You’re squishing me,” she giggled, causing me to roll off.
“I’m sorry girl, but this thang right here,” I said grabbing her pussy, “is a drug that I’m now addicted to.”
“Do you think this will work? I mean, are we moving too fast?” she asked.
“If you’re willing to try, I am too. This has to work because I will not allow another man to experience this,” I said, replacing the soiled condom with a new one. I took her to the land of orgasms, a place where you weren’t allowed to leave unless you caug
ht four orgasms back to back.
Chapter 8
Aimee
(Six months later)
With an attitude, I blew out all the candles and cleared the table of the meal I’d spent hours preparing. For the first time in six months, Lucas missed dinner. No matter how hard he worked, he always came home at seven each night so we could sit and have dinner together. We would talk about school, his day at work, and other silly nothings that I cherished. If Lucas was too busy, he would leave after giving me the dick that I’ve fallen in love with, then go back to the office. This no call, no show shit was new to me. On top of everything else, his phone was sending me straight to voicemail.
Just as I prepared to wash the dirty dishes, my phone began to ring. Rushing to it, in the hopes of it being Lucas, I picked it up. Disappointment sank in when I realized it was Shanice and not my husband. Ignoring her call, I finished my chore of washing the dishes. I sipped the expensive Chateau Margaux 2009 Balthazar that I purchased at Total Wine for four thousand dollars, directly from the bottle. Lucas had expensive taste in wine. His taste buds could single out cheap wine with just one sip.
After our trip to Italy, Lucas and I became inseparable. I was no longer his assistant, I was his woman. Owning the title of Lucas Stinger’s woman came with a lot of perks. Three months into our relationship, he surprised me with this house. It was a six bedroom, six-bathroom mansion that sat directly on Fort Lauderdale’s beach. The home was originally designed for a client, but once he saw the finished product, he decided to buy it for himself.
Shortly after moving in, we were married. Lucas couldn’t stand that he was living and having sex with me out of wedlock, so we made things official. After only four months of being together, we were already married. A lot of people called us fools, but fools had the ability to fall in love too. Lucas not only became my lover, but my best friend; he became my shoulder to lean on. He came into my life and turned my terrible situation into smiles and giggles.
My mother was very fond of Lucas. With his help, she was able to open a very successful daycare center, Tiny Tater Tots. He upgraded her out of the place she and my brother were living in and bought them a house in the same neighborhood as his parents. Our house was the only one separated from everyone else’s. That was because Lucas was a very private person. The only time we entertained guests in our home was on the holidays.
