by Tiana Laveen
“I was always with my grandmother.” He smiled. “I didn’t have a choice but to learn because I was stuck in the house, bored outta my mind. She’d make me and my brother help her sometimes. My parents, especially my mother, worked a lot when I was real young so my grandmother would watch me and my brother until she clocked out. She always said my grandfather was a better cook than her though, but he died before I was born.”
Is this your paternal or maternal grandparents?”
“Maternal. My father’s parents are divorced—that split happened before I was born, too. His father, my grandfather, lives in California and we’d spend summers with him sometimes. My father’s mother stays in Brooklyn where she grew up. We’re all close… I’ve got a pretty big family. My mother has six siblings and my father has five. I gotta bunch of cousins, aunts, uncles ’nd shit.”
“I think big families are beautiful. Mine is small. It was just me, my mother and my two sisters. We hardly saw anyone else.”
“Why’s that?”
“Stolen Dance” by Milky Chance started playing through the speakers.
“I guess my father wasn’t that interested in being a family man.” Her smile tightened, as if she were fighting to keep it together. “I am the oldest. My younger sisters have a different father than mine.” He sat back in his seat and listened intently. “He couldn’t be a family man. He was in prison quite a lot. When he was around though, he was a good dad. He was affectionate and funny.”
“Where is he now?”
“I don’t know.” They both grew silent for a spell. “As for my mother’s side, she really didn’t want too much to do with her family after some big blow up following her mom’s death. My mother was very protective of me and my sisters… was careful who she took us around. I had a lot of love though, you know? We were close… good for each other.”
“Are you still close with your mother and sisters now?”
“Definitely…” Her smile returned, this time brighter than before. “I talk to my mother a few times a week. I do have one uncle, her younger brother that we’d see all the time. Uncle David—he is great, always was there for us. So, luckily, I did have a consistent father figure in my life. My mother was married to my sisters’ dad, but that marriage was brief because he died in a car accident.”
“Sorry to hear that… sounds like your ma couldn’t catch a fuckin’ break.”
“Yeah. She’s happy now, though. She stays really busy, too. She’s an elementary school teacher.”
“Yeah? That’s nice… must be why you’re so damn smart.” He winked in her direction before picking up his glass of wine and tasting it. He slid his tongue against his lower lip, catching a bit that had dribbled… but wished it was her pussy he was sampling instead.
…Hold your fuckin’ horses… she’ll be undressed in no time.
“Maybe…” She laughed loose and easy. “My sister, Yasmine, is a teacher, too. The youngest, Annesha, is a dental hygienist.”
“Nice… all of you doing your thing.”
“What about your brother, Gio? What does he do?”
“Roberto? He’s a chiropractor.”
“Really?” She grinned wide and crossed her legs.
“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “The family is proud.”
“What is that playing?” She held up her wine glass and pointed to a speaker in the ceiling. “That’s a chill song… never heard it before. I like it.”
“Phum Viphurit, “Lover Boy.” Nice, right? Asian guy. He’s totally underrated.”
“Yeah, it’s real nice…” She tapped her fingertip against her glass as they stared at one another. “I meant to ask you last night but, uh, what does the tattoo that is across your heart say?”
He casually set his glass down, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, exposing his black chest hair, thin gold chain with a cross dangling from it and the tattoo in question.
“It says, ‘Chi si volta, e chi si gira, sempre a casa va a finire.’”
“I know casa means ‘house,’” she said proudly as she sat up straighter in her seat. “Italian and Spanish sound similar.”
“Yeah, they are similar but not exact. ‘Chi si volta, e chi si gira, sempre a casa va a finire’ means, ‘No matter where you go or turn, you’ll always end up at home.’”
“That’s beautiful…” She smiled, cocking her head to the side as she examined it like a curious child. “For you to put that across your chest must mean that it means a lot to you.”
“Yeah, it’s important. My mother used to say it to me and my brother all the time.” He snatched a piece of bread, tore off a small piece, and shoved it in his mouth.
“Are you a mama’s boy?” He raised his brow to her question, not sure what to make of it. “If so, I don’t see that as a bad thing. In fact, in my dating experience,” she said, leaning back in her seat and pressing her hand against her chest, “guys that have problems with their mothers are the ones that end up being nightmares to date. Mama’s boys are good… means they’ll appreciate their women, respect them better.”
He looked away for a moment and scratched his cheek.
She keeps sayin’ all the right fuckin’ things. I like this girl too much… too fuckin’ much…
“Mama’s boy? Kinda. I mean, I got my own mind, but she and my grandmother pretty much rule my heart. They’ve never steered me wrong. But yeah, that’s what the tattoo means.” He tapped the table as they drew silent. “Are you finished eating or do you want some more?” He pointed to her empty bowl that was once filled with assorted chopped lettuce and grilled shrimp, drizzled with his own spin on a warm, spicy, red chili garlic sauce.
“I’m full. That was delicious. You’re a great cook. Thank your grandmother and mother for me. They taught you well and now I have reaped the benefits.” She chuckled.
He got to his feet to clear the table, and she insisted on helping. Soon, they were standing side by side at the sink, so close it seemed they depended on one another to simply breathe. She sipped on some wine with him, her hands covered in suds as she washed the dishes and he dried them and put them back in their place. Phum Viphurit serenaded “Long Gone” as they got the chore done.
They began to move their bodies slowly to the swanky, relaxed, chill beat of the music. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her mouthing the words of the song as she learned the lyrics by and by, falling under the spell of the cozy, yet funky rhythm of the music. He moved behind her, his pelvis stirring against her ass as she thrust her arms into the water over and over. His lips rested against the back of her neck and he didn’t miss the smile that crept across her face as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He began to slowly sway, taking her with him, his kisses never ceasing…
“You brought that change of clothes, right? I saw a bag… but maybe it’s somethin’ else. Just wanna make sure.”
“Yeah, it’s in the living room on the couch.”
“Good, baby… yeah… that’s good…” He let one hand journey up the front of her denim romper dress until he had one of her breasts in his grasp. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he began to grind against her ass. “Ti voglio. Dio, quanto ti voglio…” he said with a sigh.
She giggled.
“What did you just say to me?”
“I said, ‘I want you. God, how I want you.’”
“Italian is such a beautiful language…”
“I wouldn’t know. I’m not that fuckin’ fluent.”
At this, she burst out laughing, spun around, and put a dollop of sudsy Dawn dish detergent soap on the tip of his nose.
“I’m serious… I mean, if you dropped me off in Italy I’d survive, but I know just enough to get by.”
He swiped at his nose, removing the suds then wiped them on his jeans. “My parents didn’t teach me, really. The bit I know is from my grandparents. My grandmother would talk in Italian to my mother sometimes so that me, my brother and cousins wouldn’t know what they were sayin’ about our bad asses.”<
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She chuckled once again, throwing her head back as she did.
“But when I got a little older, my grandfather out in Cali and my grandmother in Long Island started to teach me some… and I liked it. The girls liked hearing it, too. I taught myself a couple other things, ya know, like what to say to a lady to charm her, that sort of thing.”
He smirked as he backed her into the sink and wrapped his arms around her lower back.
“I bet they did…”
He ran his lower lip against hers, then sucked gently on it until he couldn’t take it anymore. Sliding his tongue in her mouth, he reached for her dress and hiked it up. He swallowed her moan as his hands roved her white fishnet material panties.
“You missed me today, didn’t ya, baby?” He breathed harder while slurring the words as she shuddered against him.
“Yes.”
Her eyes fluttered and she pressed them shut as he fingered her pussy, his digits traveling over the moist, fleshy folds. In a flash, her dress and bra were off, a denim heap on the floor.
“Did your pussy pulse when I was done with you and left your crib? You could still feel me inside of you all day, couldn’t you, Chinky?”
He breathed heavy in her ears as he finger-fucked her harder and faster. She churned against his hand, turning him on.
“Yeah… baby, I could.”
“I had you walkin’ funny… I fuckin’ crippled that tight ass pussy, handicapped that sweet little clit. Your pussy is the fuckin’ best, baby. I was daydreaming about suckin’ and fuckin’ it again all day.”
Just like that, she shook against him, cumming hard on his digits.
He snatched his hand from her juicy, dripping hole, sat her on the narrow strip of counter in front of the kitchen sink, and shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles. She looked between their legs and panted at the sight of his erect dick.
“Yeah, fuckin’ look at it, baby. You like to look at it, don’t cha?”
“Yes! I want it, baby. Give it to me!”
“Don’t move, baby. Keep your ass right where I put you.” In a dash, he was gone, then returned to her, butt naked with a Magnum condom wrapped around his eager cock. Forever sung “The Floacist” as he slid inside her. He crisscrossed his arms around her back. She hugged onto him so tight, it felt as if her nails were piercing his skin. Her gasp nearly brought him to his knees as he entered her harder, bottoming her out. They both seemed to struggle to keep their eyes open while falling deep in the sea of ecstasy. He thrust slow until he couldn’t go any further.
“Fuck, you’re so deep inside me!” she cried out before she gripped his neck and crushed his lips in a kiss that shook his soul.
His body needed her, his mind craved her, and his desire to possess her overtook him. Pulling his cock out of her, he flipped her around, making her bend into the sink as he pressed his groin against her ass. Knocking her legs apart, he rested his chin on her shoulder and plunged deep upward inside her.
She gasped and reached forward, struggling to hang onto something, anything, as he tore her to pieces. Her fingers squeezed a yellow dish sponge, then wrapped around the faucet as he pounded her from behind.
“I can’t take this fuckin’ shit!” He gnashed his teeth. “You feel too fuckin’ good, Chinky! Fuck you for feelin’ this goddamn good!”
“You hurt me so good, baby, with that big, monster dick!!!”
“Yeah… you like that big Italian sausage now, don’t ya? Your pussy neva had it so fuckin’ good!” He laughed as he fucked the daylights out of her.
“Fuck that pussy, Gio!” She reached behind herself with one hand and spread her pussy lips apart, practically making him slobber all over himself.
“Mmmm, baby, I am never lettin’ you go until you cum all over my rod… cum on it, baby! Make that pussy puke on my fuckin’ cock!”
She screamed out as he slammed hard against her, her body rocking from his thrusts.
“Yeah, China Doll… that’s it! All that pussy cream is just for me… uh… God… I love it.”
When she relaxed, he slid out of her and picked her up in his arms. Resting her head against his shoulder, he carried her like a princess to his bedroom. He kissed her deep, hating to break free from her as he deposited the beauty onto his bed. He stood there for a moment, wide legged, arms crossed, feeling angry and sick with lust.
“What?” She slid her finger into her mouth and sucked.
He swallowed hard, watching her taste her own flesh with that lush mouth and those sexy, bedroom eyes.
“Nothin’.”
He roughly grabbed her legs and she hissed, as if in pain. Dragging her down the bed, he shoved her thighs far apart and kneeled on the floor before her, like she was some altar. His eyes keenly upon her, he gently cupped her ass, bent his head and sucked, licked all over that sweet, lovely pink pussy of hers. Flash thoughts of her getting dressed and leaving the following morning upset him, but it would be a cold day in Hell before he’d admit that shit to her…
Instead, he made good on his promise to make her cum over and over again…
She slid against the sheets, sighing and moaning, unravelling before his eyes. It wasn’t long before she flooded his mouth with her nectar. He drank from her as if she were the cure to all that bad shit that had ever happened in his life. Shaking and shivering, he watched her intensely, holding onto her with all his might. When he joined her on the bed, lying beside her, she turned him on his back, removed the condom from his cock before he’d had a chance to cum, and engulfed half of his dick in a single bound of her wet mouth.
“Fuck!” His back arched when the hot heat of her fast working gateway sucked the life out of him. “Lick my fuckin’ balls too, baby… I like my balls sucked.”
She did as he asked, then went back to his cock, a devilish look in her eyes. Wrapping his hand around her head, he shoved more of himself into her mouth. The slurping sounds of her spit and his precum mixed together in a loud, wonderfully nasty percussion. Her soft, warm hands massaged his nuts as she gulped his sword, her mouth guzzling him, licking and sucking up and down, putting her all into it.
“Gio…” She popped his dick out of her mouth and looked at him with hooded eyes as she gripped the base of his cock. The head bobbed against her chin, shiny and slick, dripping with saliva. The cool air in the room hit it, making his flesh tingle.
“Yeah?”
“Will you cum in my mouth?” She smiled. “You can… I want to taste you.”
“I’ll flood your fuckin’ mouth if you keep goin’ at my knob like that. Just keep suckin’ and you’ll find out what’s at the end of this goddamn rainbow.”
We gotta get tested together. I want to feel you so bad, baby. Skin to skin. I want to erupt in your goddamn pussy… over and fuckin’ over again…
She hesitated for a spell, almost as if she heard the inner, most private workings of his brain. Then, she nodded before enveloping him once more, sucking harder and faster than before. He groaned and gripped the sheets; his world swirled around him as he neared his climax. A lick against his sack, a hard grip and suck, and he was done for…
He moaned loudly, so loud, he almost didn’t recognize his own voice as he double fisted the pillow beneath his head and exploded inside her mouth. Gripping the back of her head with all he had, he shoved himself between her lips, deepthroating her, only slowing once he heard the all too familiar gagging noises that reminded him of his past conquests…
When he opened his eyes and looked down at her, she was kissing the sensitive head of his cock, sucking the last of him. Her lips were coated with his cum and when she opened her mouth to smile, he saw his cream all over her tongue. His body jerked at the sight…
She was a little freak… a treat he wanted to keep all to himself… a sassy, determined, talented queen from Brooklyn who made him feel like he was the key to her pleasure. She’d given up a cushy life filled with opulence for a little spot that was barely bigger than a fucking closet, all so she
could chase her dream, be free, and live her life as she saw fit. She was a gorgeous Black broad with soft, natural long black hair and slanted fuckin’ eyes that he couldn’t get enough of. She was that slave ship, that Nile river and that elephant tusk, but she was so much more. She was off the ship, out of the river, and in his life…
Her curves swerved in his direction, all because she willed it. Her sexy, feminine voice, her easy-going ways, the way she moved, the bounce of her little tits when he fucked her, her big, juicy ass, the bends of her body…
Everything about the woman turned him the fuck on…
What the fuck is goin’ on with me?
What do you mean, ‘What the fuck is goin’ on with you?’ You’re fallin’ for her. It’s obvious. You like this fuckin’ broad too much… You’re in trouble.
I am in trouble. I shouldn’t have invited her over. It’s okay… Nah, everything is fine. It’s just good sex, good chemistry.
It’s more than that and you know it. You are digging her. Chinky and you got a good thing goin’…
What if she doesn’t want what I want, though? I haven’t been monogamous in so fuckin’ long. I don’t even remember how.
That’s never stopped you before. There’s been lot of shit you didn’t know how to do and you just winged it. Are you a fuckin’ chicken shit?
No…
Then shut the fuck up and make up your mind. Either way, you’d be pissed if she was fuckin’ someone else, going out with someone else, hell, even flirting with someone else. You hate shit like that.
I do… yeah… How do I know she’s not suckin’ someone else’s dick, too?
You don’t…
Her pussy is tight. That’s not a pussy that’s got a bunch of miles on it…
Maybe she does fuckin’ Kegels? Who gives a shit! Your dick has enough miles to wrap around the goddamn sun fifty-seven times! Don’t be an idiot!
It’s different for women… but I wanna own her. She won’t wear a leash though. I’ll have to find another way to make her mine. If she even looks at another motherfucker I’ll tear the whole goddamn city apart. She better fuckin’ not!
You can’t control—
