by Tiana Laveen
“What the fuck do you think?! Fuck me, you cocky son of a bitch! Ugh!” Her back arched as he thrust deep inside her without warning, the rug bunching beneath their wrestling, struggling, feverish bodies. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”
“Yeah… what were you sayin’, little Black China doll? You were talkin’ shit, right?”
“Oh God! Fuck! That shit is too big! What’s a White boy doing with this shit?!” But the lady was smiling and then she started to shake—like an orgasmic aftershock.
“You’re lyin’… You’re pumpin’ me up, but yeah, I got a big ass dick. You can take it though. You love it!”
He chortled as she grinded hard against him, her body greedy for his plunges within her. “Horny little devil. You’re wet as fuck… your pussy is hugging my cock so tight. It better not go any fuckin’ where… but you definitely just realized you bit off more than you could chew. Why are you so fuckin’ tight, huh? It’s been…” He thrust hard within her, forcing a scream. “A long…” He thrust again, “…fuckin’ time since you had a good fucking, right?!”
He laughed as he pumped hard and fast into her, keeping her down with his weight, then locking his legs around hers. His leg muscles burned as he gave it to her nice and good, and his pelvis joints throbbed for he moved in a blur, like a goddamn jackrabbit. She cursed him, called him every name in the damn book, and he loved every nasty word that erupted from her pretty mouth.
“I wanna be inside you forever, baby! Your pussy is A-fuckin’ 1! Primo! Ya smell good, taste good, feel fuckin’ fantastic!”
“Fuck you!” Laughing, she gripped a fistful of his hair, then kissed him with sheer need and lust.
“Ya fuckin’ juicy ass cunt is tryna strangle my cock, choke my fuckin’ dick! Ya tight, little pussy was hungry, huh?! It hasn’t been fed in a while. Not my fault your ex couldn’t fuck you right and you needed me to step in. Take that, China doll!”
He gripped her impossibly tighter, his hands on her ass as he fucked her so fast and hard, sweat streamed down his body. He was speechless, she felt so fucking good. The harder he moved, the more she moaned and called out for him… needing him.
“God! Pussy this good gotta be illegal!” Before he knew it, she was kissing all over his face, shaking beneath him and cooing like an impassioned kitten. Her eyes sheening, she regarded him as if he were the sun and the moon, the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the motherfucking end. In that moment, she made him feel like a king.
“Fuuuck!”
He jammed up, an explosion of ecstasy that had been bottled inside of him bursting forward. He emptied into the condom in hard bursts, his roar echoing in his own damn ears. Panting hard and heavy, he rose up on his hands and looked down at her, loving her expression… that funny, twisted smile. Swiping the sweat from his brow, he slowly slid out of her, gripping the base of his cock so the condom wouldn’t come off.
“Baby, where’s the bathroom?” he asked, barely catching enough breath to even get the words out.
“Down the hall next to my bedroom.”
He nodded and made his way to it. There he stood in the small enclosure, the little room smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. He discarded the condom in a wad of tissue and tossed it in the trashcan, then took a piss. When he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror. Hair all over the place, lipstick smears on his cheeks, shoulders and mouth. He could smell her all over him, and he loved it…
She’d tattooed herself on him, went deeper than he could have ever imagined. Sex for Giovanni was purely physical; he could easily separate love and lust. But something different had happened this time around, perhaps because this time, he wanted something more, and he’d finally got it. Still struggling to breathe, he closed his eyes for a brief spell then washed his hands. When he walked back into the living room, the woman was sitting on the floor and sliding her panties back on.
“Nah, what do you think you’re doing?” He felt like at any minute he might lose his cool.
“What do you mean? I’m just getting dressed.”
“Why? We’re about to do it again.” He huffed and put his hand on his hip. The woman burst out laughing and got to her feet.
“Boy, you wore my ass out. I have work in a few hours.”
He rolled his eyes and hitched his thumb towards her bedroom.
“Get your fuckin’ ass in the bed and take those goddamn panties off. I’ll give you ten minutes to sleep and then you gotta give it up. I was just gettin’ warmed up.”
“Are you for real?!” She laughed. “Gio, I’m serious… your sex game is out of this world but you’ve got my pussy aching and I need to lie down! Plus, your dick is too fucking big. I meant that when I said it.” She winked.
“You shoulda never invited me up if you couldn’t handle me. Besides…” He looked at his watch. “Today is my birthday. Don’t tell me no on my birthday. I have a gift for you, too. I know how to treat your pussy right, so give it to me. NOW.”
The woman sighed, then pulled her panties back down and tossed them to the side.
“Your birthday? Shit. What’s today’s date? Oh, now I remember. A fucking cocky, sex crazed, Guido Gemini. I should’ve known. I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck with another Gemini. You bastards are heartbreakers…”
And off she went, sauntering away until she was ass up in the bed. He stood there for a spell, stroking his dick, getting warmed up for round two. She threw him a grin, waiting for him to give her what he’d cum there for…
CHAPTER SIX
Time to Eat
Daley’s, “Until the Pain is Gone” featuring Jill Scott played lightly in the background as Vanessa swept the soft white cloth across the display counter in Sephora. All of the Urban Decay, Tarte, and Too Faced foundations and powders were set up perfectly. She’d opened the shop on behalf of her manager and was pleased to see two other coworkers show up soon thereafter. She was walking on cloud nine, feeling good all over.
“Girl, you are glowing!” Her co-worker, Karen, said with a wink. Karen’s ombre, wavy pink hair looked good against her porcelain skin, and she was eager to get her claws into the new Kat Von D lipsticks.
“I had a good evening.”
Karen placed her hand on her hip in an all-knowing way, but before the woman could dig deep into her personal life, the phone rang. Karen snatched it up and answered.
“Good morning. Sephora…”
She stepped away from the woman and made haste to get all the sample containers lined up just so behind the counter.
Vanessa’s face split in a smile as she reflected on her night and early morning with a Guido guy named Giovanni who was a raging, one hundred percent Gemini.
I said I wasn’t fucking with any more Geminis. Now I’m caught up. Gio is oozing with Gemini vibes… I should’ve known. Why didn’t I ask what his zodiac sign was right out the gate? I guess a part of me doesn’t believe in astrology, and another part of me does. I’m on the fence with it, but too much of the shit said about them rings true…
But she liked him anyway. There was simply no denying it.
Even her good friend who had been engaged to a Gemini had horror stories about the man who acted damn near schizophrenic half the time, but one theme remained the same—they would tear your world asunder and upside down in bed. You hadn’t been truly fucked until you got with a Gemini. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Worse yet, Giovanni had mad machismo going on, he fucked like he had something to prove, like the entire nation’s safety was riding on his performance. She’d never been dicked down like that in her entire life, but there’d been a close second…
She reflected on her first love back in high school, a sexy son of a bitch named Bruce Williams, born on May 30th. Another goddamn Gemini. The bastard had broken her heart into a million pieces, shattered like glass. He’d been smart, slick with the mouth, sarcastic and sexy as fuck. A total ladies’ man. She’d been a good girl back in those days, and he sank his teeth into her and didn�
�t let go. And to add insult to injury, he’d turned out to be a habitual liar and supreme player, too—so sly about it, it had taken her totally by surprise. She’d been madly in love with the fool, would’ve done anything in the world for him. He’d been her first everything, and he’d spoiled her with lovemaking. At the time, she’d had no idea that most men didn’t make love that way. She’d just been lucky…
She ran her fingers across her collarbone, drifting deep into more recent, important memories…
Giovanni had no limits. There was no stop sign or even a pause button to his sexual prowess. The bastard ravished her all night and morning long… She looked at the time after falling asleep on his chest and screamed that she’d be late for work once reality hit her over the head, stealing her from her lusty dreams.
They shot up from the bed, getting busy around one another, clumsily stepping into the small shower together and washing each other’s backs. And they talked—they discussed all sorts of things. He was smart, engaging, and funny.
And then he pinned her against the shower wall and ate her pussy one more time for the road…
As she got dressed, he stood at her oven butt naked and made her some scrambled eggs. They were absolutely delicious. She wolfed them down while he threw on his clothing from the evening before, kissed her on the forehead, and raced out of the door to grab some fresh clothes from his apartment and head over to Time Square for his gig on Good Morning America. The bastard claimed to have been on that show twice before.
Curiosity got the better of her as she snapped out of her delicious memories.
Let me see if he’s really on there…
Grabbing her phone, which was against store policy, she snuck in a back area and watched Good Morning America for few moments. She grimaced, realizing the bastard had lied. He wasn’t on there.
But just as she was about to throw in the towel, the son of a gun appeared. He raced onto the stage and stood right next to Robin Roberts, holding a jump rope and a big smile on his cocky face. She burst out laughing and cupped her mouth to squelch her enthusiasm.
This bastard was balls deep in my pussy just two hours ago… and he ate my cat like it was going out of style. Now he’s on television showing jump rope techniques and talking all proper and nice. This is a far cry from the man in my bed last night. Fucking hilarious…
Placing her phone back into her purse, she ventured out into the front of the store and greeted a customer. Trying to concentrate, she went over various new products they had, giving the whole sales spiel. But, her mind kept wandering right back to him.
It was probably only for one night. Don’t catch any feelings… seriously.
And she was all right with that.
Or was she? Though she’d been with Vincent for quite some time, she’d felt lonely the bulk of their relationship. She’d been so ready to move on, countless times, but she’d been in love…
She looked down and shook her head, a grin still planted on her face.
Whatever I had with Vincent, it served its purpose. Whatever happens between me and Gio will serve its purpose, too…
She realized though, regardless of whether she never saw Giovanni’s face ever again, he’d kick started something inside her. The man had reawakened a long, sleeping beast that had lain dormant within. For one night, she felt beautiful and cherished, wanted in the worst way. This reminded her of who she truly was, that she was worthy of a good, all night fuck… and so much more.
Hours passed and her work day went on without a hitch. She’d made up a couple of faces, took her lunch break, and carried on. As she was packing up for the day, she slid her phone out of her purse before heading over to the subway. Soon she’d be catching the train to go home, watch a little television, order some Chinese delivery, and maybe read a bit.
She scrolled through her text messages from friends, and one from her ex, rolling her eyes as she set it down for a spell to pick up a piece of trash she saw on the floor. As she moved about, her pussy throbbed for a fraction of a second. The kitty between her thighs sighed liked it missed that Italian stallion’s dick something fierce…
Yeah… I like that motherfucker… It’s cool… that’s fine… His kiss is everything.
She put her earbuds in her ears, waved to her coworkers, and headed out into the busy streets. Ledisi crooned “High” in her ears and she snapped her fingers, eager to kick her feet up and chill.
Suddenly, her phone lit up with a new message.
She smiled when she saw it was a text from Giovanni, almost as if he was living inside of her mind, granting her every wish…
GIOVANNI: Hey, Beautiful. I’ve been thinking about your sexy ass all day. I bet you’ve been thinking about me all day, too. How could you not? I’m the fucking best. Anyway, I like our vibe. I want 2 see you tonight, all right? I have some work to do but I’ll be free after 7. R u down? If so, I can send an Uber to pick you up. Don’t worry about dinner. I’ll cook. Bring a change of clothes. You’re staying the night. LATER…
Ella Mai crooned “Boo’d Up” as he danced around his kitchen, tossing the spatula between his hands like some juggler warming up before the big show. The olive oil sizzled in the pan, smelling divine.
“Sooomethin’ new!” He sung off tune before tossing some crushed garlic in the pan. “And my heart go, boo’d up! This sauce for the salad is gonna be amazing! I got the shrimp goin’. Everything is perfect.”
Vanessa swayed in the background in the white leather bar stool. He tossed her a glance every now and again and loved how relaxed she looked. She reminded him of a fixture—something or, in this case, someone who was truly meant to be there.
“Gio, what are you doing?”
“What tha fuck does it look like?” He laughed. “I’m cookin’! And a light sprinkle of crushed Pepperoncino, baby! Bada bing, bada boom! Fuh-get about it!”
“Obviously you don’t want any kisses tonight. How much garlic are you putting in there? Looks like fifty cloves!”
Grinning, he kept dancing, sliding around on the glossy floor in his bare feet like a White James Brown.
“Never a such thing as too much garlic, baby! I’m Italian-American, remember?! You don’t wanna kiss me? I’ll jump back and go on and kiss myself then, HEEEY!” he squealed like the King of Soul. “See, that’s why you never see Italian vampires.”
At this, she burst out laughing.
“We’re Catholic, too, so we can’t be runnin’ from no holy water, can’t be hissin’ at any crucifixes and rosaries ’nd shit, you know, all that jazz. Now, you might find an Italian werewolf. We got a thing for full moons and don’t mind kneelin’ on the ground—but a vampire? Naaaah!”
He shook his head vehemently and turned back towards the oven.
“You are so crazy…”
I missed you today… I’m glad you came by tonight. I would’ve been upset if you hadn’t…
He thought the words in his head but didn’t dare say them.
“Havana” by Camila Cabello began to play, so he salsa danced towards her, took her hand, and made her get to her feet. He loved this tune; he had to make good on it.
“Come on now, Chinky. Show me what ya got!”
He snapped his fingers and swayed his hips back and forth, dancing to the beat.
“Ohhh, okay! Gio ain’t no joke. He got some moves!” She giggled as she swayed her hips and moved just like him.
“Grazie mille!” He spun away and turned the music up to high volume.
“What does that mean?”
“It means, ‘Thanks a lot.’”
“You’re welcome!” she hollered over the music.
“Say ‘prego.’ It means ‘you’re welcome.’”
“Like the sauce brand?” She swayed those damn hips like nobody’s business.
“That’s right… just like the sauce.”
With one hand he waved the spatula in the air, while he snapped his fingers with the other.
“Shit! Vanessa, baby, ya killin
’ me! You can salsa too? They say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach but the dancefloor will do it, too.” He tossed the spatula on the counter, grabbed her arm, and snatched her to him. Then, he spun her loose as they danced like they were in some damn competition, vying for the top prize. She spun and spun, as if in slow motion.
Fuckin’ beauty queen. She moves like a ballerina on fire… look at that smile… That smile is for me, ain’t it, baby?
He turned the food off and the music on low as the song came to an end. Holding her close, he looked into her eyes for a spell, unable to control himself. He kissed up and down her neck, nice and slow. She smelled so good. He closed his eyes and inhaled…
“I could just eat you up…”
“I thought that’s why you cooked dinner,” the woman joked.
He reluctantly released her and the next few minutes were spent with them at his glass dining room table, with matching glass chairs. A half-full bottle of red wine sat in the middle of the table near a basket of bread as they finished their salads. He kept looking at her… unable to take his eyes off the lady.
“So, you said you saw me on T.V.” He stabbed at the last of his Romaine lettuce and ate it. “What about you, huh? How was your work today?”
“It was good.” She tore off a piece of bread and unceremoniously jammed it in her mouth, then chewed the lettuce like a little mouse. Cute. “Not too busy today, which was great.” She grabbed her glass of wine and took a taste before setting it back down. He rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands. “Gio, the salad is good. Thank you.”
“Prego.”
“I don’t run into many men that can cook or prepare a decent meal. If I hadn’t seen you make it myself, I would’ve sworn it was store-bought.”
“My mother and grandmother can cook their asses off. Not all Italian women can cook, so please don’t believe the hype, but a lot of ’em try, because culturally it’s important to us.”
She nodded as she listened to him.
