"Hey good looking. How can I be of assistance." Jonny grinned as he approached Asia.
"Jonny, why are you following me!?" She was beyond annoyed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa; I was on my way home! When I realized it was you, I decided to stop and see if you needed assistance. So, you can get off your damn high horse. Contrary to whatever you may believe, I don't spend all my time trying to figure out where you are.” Jonny lied.
"Oh, well thanks. I appreciate your concern. However, I have everything under control." Asia informed him just as it started to rain.
"You do, huh?" Jonny raised a brow skeptically.
"Yep, sure do!" Her words were laced with attitude.
"Then why are two of your tires flat and smoke coming from the hood of your car?"
"Uh, I…”
"Asia, just stop being so damn bull-headed and let me help you. I'm going to call AAA." Jonny informed her, walking back toward his car for his cell phone.
"No, you don't have to call them."
"Oh, let me guess, you already called?" Jonny yelled over the sudden downpour of heavy rain. It was really coming down hard now.
"No, but I don't need your help Jonny. Now go away!" Asia screamed as she stomped back to her car as puddles of water began to soak her designer pants and socks.
God, she’s beautiful even when she’s mad.
Before Asia could get to her car door, Jonny was at her side. He snatched her up into his strong arms then carried her back to his big body Impala.
"Jonny put me down! Now! Right now Jonny!" Asia screamed.
Disregarding her statements, Jonny opened his back car door, dropped Asia inside then got in next to her and slammed the door. Asia quickly glided across the backseat and attempted to exit on the other side. In spite of this, Jonny reached over just in time to restrain her hands and lock the door. Sitting her on his lap, he restrained her like a child having a tantrum.
"Jonny let me go; let me go now! I hate you Jonny; I hate you!" Asia cried as she tried to pull away from his tight grip.
"Asia, I am so fucking sick and tired of your shit. Your stubborn ass needs to stop acting so damn ignorant."
"Fuck you Jonny, you…”
Jonny silenced whatever else Asia wanted to say with a firm kiss to her lips. He released her arms then ripped the thin, soaked shirt from her body. Her bra was the next to go as her heaving breasts spilled from the silky C cups. Jonny broke the kiss and quickly sucked an inviting nipple into his minty mouth. Asia moaned as she ran her hands through his soft, curly hair and gently pulled.
“Jonnyyyyyyyy!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want you so bad.” Asia moaned.
“I know baby.” Jonny acknowledged between sucking and lavishing her breasts.
Jonny stopped long enough to pull his pants down to his ankles. After which, Asia slid his dick into her warm mouth.
“Oh fuck. Damn Asia.”
Asia deep throated Jonny’s ten inches and didn’t gag once. She licked and kissed the seam of his sac so gently, then tugged ever so lightly with her teeth before sucking his dick with such precision and uninhibited abandon that he could feel the weight of his nut building.
Jonny was moaning louder than he’d ever done in his life. He’d never experienced anything like this before. Just when he thought the moment couldn’t get any better, Asia hallowed out her jaws and increased the speed all while massaging his balls.
“Got damn!”
Jonny was in heaven. As much as he didn’t want this moment to end, he wanted to be buried inside of Asia even more, to be inside of her now.
“Asia, Asia baby, stop.” Jonny said almost breathless.
“Why, what’s wrong?” Asia asked concerned.
“Nothing, come here.”
Asia did as she was instructed and came to Jonny. He quickly removed her pants, pushed her thong aside, positioned Asia over him and slowly brought her down on his hard dick. Together they moaned the second their bodies became one. Asia’s pussy was so wet that when Jonny began sliding in and out of her, he did so with such ease that his entire body began to tingle.
Asia began riding his dick so hard, she had the whole car bouncing on its hinges.
“Ohhhh shit. Jonny baby, I’m cumming!” Asia screamed as she held on to the front seat, continuing to slam her soaking wet pussy onto Jonny’s dick.
He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off from release if Asia kept riding him this way.
“Oh, oh, oh Jonny!”
“I’m right here, baby.”
“Ohhhhhhh, I’m cumming!” Asia screamed again as Jonny gripped her waist as she came all over his dick.
By now, Jonny was so turned on that Asia was so wild and uninhibited when she came that he stood her up, bent her over between the front seats and entered her dripping, wet pussy with ease. He rammed into her from the back over and over while playing with her sensitive nubs. Asia’s incessant moans of pleasure and additional wetness as she arched into him, was his breaking point.
Grabbing the handles on the ceiling of the car, he held them extra tight and began to ram into Asia hard and fast. With increased speed, the car was shaking and bouncing with even more force. Jonny continued to pound into Asia’s wet heat until his toes curled and his body began to lock up with orgasmic nerve endings shooting through his body.
“I-I’m ‘bout to cum baby…Ahhhhhhhhhhh, shitttt!”
Jonny came with immense intensity as he shot his seminal fluid deep inside Asia’s womb. Together, they fell backwards on the back seat gasping for air. While attempting to get their heartbeats back to normal, a knock sounded at the window. Jonny looked over at Asia for an explanation when he heard the noise again. With as much strength as he could muster, Jonny rolled the window down and discovered a cop staring back at him.
“Evening folks.” The officer greeted as he looked around Jonny, smiling at Asia.
A now shy Asia did a three finger wave while trying to partially hide her face.
“While I thoroughly enjoyed the show folks, and I do mean thoroughly, I really hope that nut was worth five hundred dollars, because that’s the exact amount of the ticket I just wrote you.” The officer then ripped the ticket from his pad and held it up to the window.
Jonny snatched the ticket and cursed. The officer smiled, tilted his hat then said, “Good day folks. Ha, just wait until I tell the boys about this one.” The officer laughed to himself as he walked back to his patrol car.
Jonny was so fucking mad he could hurt somebody. Then again, when he looked over at Asia, the woman he’s wanted damn near all his life, all he could do was smile.
“It was the best damn five hundred dollars I’ve ever spent.” Jonny declared as he pulled Asia into his arms for a gentle kiss.
Happy Anniversary
“Hey baby.” Cameron said to his wife as he walked into their bedroom.
“Hi,” was his wife’s dry reply as she stood in front of her panty drawer.
“What’s wrong with you?” A confused Cameron asked as he removed his watch from his wrist.
Sucking her teeth she said, “You know what’s wrong.”
“If I knew what was wrong, I wouldn’t have asked.” Cameron said irritably.
“Just forget it.” Chanel walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Cameron grinned as he sat down on the bed and turned on the 60 inch plasma television.
An hour later, Chanel came out of the bathroom in a tight, black dress that flirted with her knees and a pair of black Jimmy Choos gracing her perfectly, pedicured feet. Her usually straight, dark brown hair was now pinned up in a mass of spiral curls and her barely there make up was flawless. Chanel looked like an international cover model; her husband definitely took notice.
“Where are you going?” Cameron asked as the remote slipped from his hand onto the bed.
“Out!”
“Out?”
“Yes, out!”
“With
who?”
“With Ja’nice.”
“Where y’all going?”
“Don’t know yet.” Chanel grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
“Chanel, you ain’t leaving until you tell me where you’re going.” Cameron notified her as he quickly rose from the side of the bed and stood in front of the door, blocking her exit.
“Cameron, my daddy’s name is Jeremiah. And the last time I checked, I was a grown ass woman. So get the hell outta my way.” Chanel snapped, attempting to shove her 6’8” husband from the doorframe.
“Well, your grown ass ain’t leaving this house until you tell me where y’all going.”
Cameron couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful wife with all of her dangerous curves as his gaze traveled the length of her body. He was as hard as a concrete slab and her bad attitude did nothing but turn him on.
“Cameron, move.”
“No.”
“Oh my god! If I tell you where I’m going, will you move?”
“Are you wearing that tight ass dress?” Cameron inquired as his eyes continued to roam Chanel’s body. “Yes, I am.” Chanel answered with plenty of attitude as she placed her hand on her hip.
“Then I’m not moving.” Cameron folded his chiseled arms over his massive chest.
“Fine, don’t move.” She turned around and walked over to their dresser.
When Cameron finally moved back toward the bed, Chanel took off running as fast as she could to the door. She was almost through the door when Cameron caught her by the arm, picked her up and carried her over to the bed.
“Cameron put me down. You’re going to make me late. Let me go!” Chanel yelled.
Cameron ignored his wife as he sat down on their bed with her in his lap. He held her arms still as she tried to wiggle free. In the meantime, her maneuvers to escape made Cameron horny as hell, especially when he witnessed how high Chanel’s dress had rode up her thick thighs.
“Chanel?” Cameron whispered.
“What?”
“You feel that?” Cameron asked while unzipping the back of her dress.
When the zipper stopped at the small of Chanel’s back, Cameron began placing gentle kisses on the soft skin there. Chanel felt Cameron’s dick a long time ago but was determined to ignore it, no matter how wet her panties got in the process.
“Yeah, so?” Chanel answered with attitude attempting to hide the fact that she was getting wetter by the second. “So, you know where I’m about to put it right?” Cameron whispered softly in her ear while unbuckling his pants.
“In that apple pie your mother brought over last night?” Chanel laughed.
“Oh, so you trying to be funny, huh? Well, Ms. Cameron Richards, we’ll see who gets the last laugh.” Snaking his hand under his wife’s dress, he ripped off her red thong and spread her thighs.
“Cameron…”
“So now you want to talk, huh?” Cameron lifted Chanel from his lap, holding her with one hand while pulling his pants down with the other.
“I didn’t have a problem talking before, you just didn’t like my answers.” Chanel tried yanking away from Cameron’s grasp. Unfortunately, her 5’3” petite frame was no match for him.
“You know what I don’t like Chanel?” Cameron questioned as he pulled Chanel to him by her thighs, raising her dress over her hips.
“I really don’t care at the moment.” Channel responded, trying to force her torturous body to think about anything but her fine ass husband and his big juicy dick.
“Well, I’ma tell you anyway. I don’t like when you act like you don’t want this dick when really…”
“I’m not acting; I don’t want it.”
“Oh, you don’t?” Cameron picked Chanel up, spread her legs, and slid her slick wet heat down on his dick. Chanel moaned as her eyes drooped closed; she shook from the intensity of the connection. “Now what were you saying, you don’t what?” A cocky Cameron grinned while slowly thrusting in and out of his wife.
“Uh, um I don’t…”
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Cameron teased as he began to move inside his wife.
“Harder Cameron.”
“I thought you didn’t want this dick?” Cameron said as he and his wife quickly began to meet each other stroke-for-stroke.
“Were you lying Chanel?” He asked as he slowed to an agonizingly, deliberate thrust.”
“Yes.” She mumbled.
“I can’t hear you baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes, damn it! Please Cameron, harder, fuck me harder.” Chanel moaned.
Cameron didn’t have to be told twice as he grabbed his wife by the waist, and began to repeatedly pound into her drenched pussy.
“Yes baby, yes! Oh shit, Cameron that feels so good baby!” Chanel continued to yell as she met her husband’s every thrust with one of her own.
Cameron’s body was nearing the edge. Nonetheless, he wasn’t ready for the sensation to end just yet. Therefore, he pulled out of his wife, twirled her around, and picked her up so they were facing each other. Next, Cameron walked over to the dresser, gently sat Chanel down, and spread her legs wide before slipping back inside of her hard and fast. Without delay, her greedy pussy latched onto his dick as if it was begging to be stroked all night long. Cameron’s hands immediately went to her hips; Chanel’s arms encircled Cameron’s neck. She threw her head back and hung on for dear life while her husband intertwined his almost harsh pummeling with aggravatingly, slow strokes of delight.
Cameron was already thrusting deeply into his wife. Yet, he managed to dip lower, widen his stance, and still stroke profoundly, hitting Chanel’s G-spot on every inward plunge into her slippery pussy. Nonstop grunts, screams, and moans now filled their room as the dresser repeatedly slammed against the bedroom wall until they found ecstasy.
“Ohhhhhh, SHIT! I’m cumming Cameron!”
“Fuck, me too!” Cameron grunted.
They came simultaneously then collapsed on the floor in front of their now empty dresser. “Cameron?”
“Yes baby?”
“That was amazing but I’m still hurt. How could you forget our anniversary?”
“Woman come here.” After Cameron zipped his wife’s dress and pulled his pants back up, he scooped her up in his arms, kissed her on the forehead then carried her down the stairs.
He stopped long enough to grab his keys before walking out the front door.
“Close your eyes?”
“Why?”
“Damn it woman; didn’t you vow to obey me?” He laughed.
“Yes, but…”
“Chanel, close your eyes.”
“Cameron, what are you doing?” Chanel queried as she closed her eyes.
“Proving to you that I would never forget our anniversary.”
Cameron carried his wife to the driveway of their two car garage and slowed once the length of the driveway came into view.
“Happy Anniversary Chanel; you can open your eyes now.”
Parked in front of her was a brand new, snow white Range Rover with a huge bow sitting on the roof of the truck. With tears in her eyes, Chanel immediately looked to Cameron for further confirmation. “Chanel, please don’t start all that crying.” Cameron laughed.
“Oh my god, you did this for me? Is this really mine?”
“Yes baby; so is everything inside of it.”
Upon closer inspection, Chanel could see that the truck was completely filled with shopping bags from her favorite designers.
“Cameron baby, thank you so much!”
“But why-why all this?” Chanel stammered as she opened the car door and had to catch the two jewelry bags that nearly fell to the ground.
“Because Chanel, I love you. Let’s hurry up and get these bags in the house so you can give me a ride in your new car.”
“In that case, I’ll race you to the door.”
“If I win, you may not get to ride in my new truck.”
“You really think you’re
going to beat me to that door?” Cameron asked.
Chanel took off running and was halfway across the lawn when Cameron tackled her to the ground and pulled her down on top of him.
“Cheater.” Chanel laughed as she landed on top of him.
“Hey, all is fair in love and war.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that.”
“Happy Anniversary baby.”
“Thank you Cameron; Happy Anniversary to you too baby.”
Movie Night
"Courtney come on; the movie's about to start!" Jonathan yelled from the basement.
"Okay, here I come."
A few minutes later, Courtney came down the stairs with a plush body pillow and a Mickey Mouse throw. "What are we watching?"
"Hangover Part II."
"Cool, I've been trying to see this movie since it came out."
"Well today's your lucky day."
“Thanks for calling and getting me out of the house. We haven’t’ done movie night in a long time.”
“No problem. Besides, I had to do something fast before I rung your neck for crying over dude for breaking up with you. You date some weak dudes.” Jonathan laughed.
“Shut up! He wasn’t weak. I don’t know about you but it doesn’t feel good getting dumped. Particularly, when the person dumping you can’t even tell you why they don’t wanna be with you anymore.”
“Listen, there are millions of guys out here. Just count it as a good thing that, that dude, Mark broke up with you, and let it go. You’re too pretty and way too smart to be crying over him.”
“Awww, thank you! That was beautiful.” Courtney leaned over and hugged her best friend.
“You’re welcome. You’d better remember this day ‘cause this soft shit ain’t never happening again.” He laughed.
“I should’ve known.” Courtney smiled.
"Aww shit.” Courtney mumbled after getting comfortable on the opposite corner of the sectional. "What?"
"I left the damn popcorn on the counter." Courtney replied as she moved to get up.
"No, I'll get it, just sit back and relax."
"See, that's why you're my best friend in the whole wide world."
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