Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 3

by Anna Black

  “This is so nice. I mean if I had a spa tub like this, this is where I’d spend all of my free time.”

  “Well, you are welcome to use it whenever you’d like,” I said, tracing my finger over her shoulder and then across her chest. I could feel her tremble. “What are you scared of?” I asked.

  “I’m not afraid, I’m just anxious and a little nervous. Like I’ve seen movies, and I know the basics, but since I’ve never actually done it, I don’t know if I’ll be good at it,” she said, and by then I was probing her nibbles and massaging her breasts. She had nice titties, and I was ready to suck on them again, this time without the lace fabric that stood between us the last time I sucked on her.

  “Don’t worry about that baby. Just do what comes naturally to you. It will be fine, trust me,” I said before covering her mouth with mine. She moaned as we kissed, and my hands moved down to her center. She spread her thighs for me, and I rubbed my fingers in a circular motion around her bulb. She moaned louder as we kissed. Before I knew it, her wet arms were around my neck, and she was lifting her bottom up from the bottom of the tub, so I moved to rub her opening with two fingers. We kissed, and she sucked my tongue so hard I knew I was turning her on. I wanted to taste her. She squirmed, and I slid a finger in. I licked her down her neck, and she lifted her tits with both hands. I licked and sucked on the right one because it was closest to me. She grabbed my head, and I sucked harder as I slid in another finger. Her walls were so damn snug that my dick pulsated. I wanted her walls to be wrapped around my dick so bad. I tried to pull back, but she held on to me tight. I then went right back to her bulb and rubbed and played with that thang until she let one go.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Malice! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Malice!” she shrieked as her body jerked. “Wooooooweeee, My Jeeeeesssusssss, Lord, God almighty,” she sang as she dug her nails into my shoulder. She held onto me so tight, and I let her release. “What was that? That…that I mean, oh my, my, my, my. It can’t be that good. Please tell me that you can do that to me again,” she huffed, breathing deeply.

  “I can, in different ways, baby. Get out and let me show you,” I said standing. I reached for her and helped her out of the water. I went for the linen closet, grabbed a bath towel for her, and handed it to her. I then grabbed a hand towel to dry off the water she had slung on to me. I followed her into the bedroom, where she tossed the towel, and I threw back the covers. I helped her onto my bed, and then I removed my boxers.

  “Oh Lord have mercy,” she cried, looking at my dick. I knew it was big. I did, but I was a big man, and the dick matched my build.

  I climbed into bed with her. “Don’t worry, I won't hurt you, Grace,” I said, hoping I could be gentle. I had never been with a virgin, and I did not want to hurt her. I mean, I wanted pleasurable pain, not get off of me pain. Fuck, I began to get nervous. My rod was all of ten, maybe even eleven inches and thick. And I knew like most of my sexual partners I wouldn’t get it all in.

  I helped to get her in the center of my bed, and I went into fourplay mode. I knew she was new, so I didn’t even expect head, but I pushed her thick ass thighs back to lick her core. She jumped when I put my hot mouth and tongue against her flower, and I whispered, “Relax Juicy, you are going to like this.” I went back in and slowly stroked her clit and opening with my tongue, and she moaned loudly. I took it nice and slow, but again, her bottom raised, and I knew that meant more pressure. I went into devour mode when I should have scaled back. She exploded within seconds, and her body shook again, and she sang my name and called out on Jesus so loud, I tried to hold in my laughter. I knew it was her first time, so I just let my baby release and be herself, and I hoped her screams wouldn’t be so loud later on down the road.

  “I know I am clean, but I will put on a condom until you and I can go to the doctor together,” I offered. I knew since I was her first, she was good, but she wasn’t mine, and I didn’t want to pass on anything that I didn’t know I had to her. I had never fucked without a condom, but abstinence was the only one hundred percent way of being STD free, so I rolled on a condom. I lay on my side and pulled her into me like we were spooning. I lifted her thigh and put my dick near her opening and gave her the power. “The dick is right here Juicy, and you are in control. You roll your hips, and you come down into me as much as you like and as much as you can take. If I get on top, I don’t know if I can take it slow enough, so this is all you. Work your way into me,” I instructed, and she ground her center against my pole as I massaged and played with her titties. It seemed like an eternity before the head was finally in, and with a few squeals and working her way on my dick until it passed the head, she got wetter and wetter as she slowly took more and more of me, with loud moans and groans while she called on Jesus and called out my name. By the time I was halfway in, we had a rhythm, and when I tried to go deeper, she winced.

  I was satisfied halfway because her shit was soaking wet, tight and good. With that, I held on tight as I pumped her steadily making her scream out my name, pushing in a little deeper as I exploded. I didn’t intend to hurt her, but she was so fucking wet when I pumped, my dick glided in and out so fucking smoothly. I huffed and puffed and held my chest. My heart raced, and I was on ten. Grace had given me the best nut, and I had experienced the tightest core of my life. I slow rolled before pulling out of her, and when I looked, my baby’s juices shined all over the condom, her thigh, and her ass cheeks. She had no problems getting wet, and that was a damn plus in my book. I went to flush the condom, and when I came back, she hugged one of my pillows. “Baby are you all right? I am so sorry. It felt so damn good till I lost it. I am sorry if I hurt you,” I said as I got up close to her.

  “I am okay Malice. It was a pleasure, and some pain as I expected, and I thank you for letting me have control of how much I could take. I mean you have a big, black, delicious, mouthwatering— “I cut her off.

  “I get it, baby, but I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

  “You didn’t, and I want more. I want to try to take more. I want to get past this painful part. I mean, my sisters told me the first couple of times would be like this, so I want to get it over with so I can enjoy you.”

  “Okay, we can go again, Juicy, as many times as you like.”

  “And I want to learn how to please you orally.”

  My eyes widened. “All tonight?” I asked.

  She turned over to face me. “I just want the entire experience. I wanna taste your skin too, just like you tasted me.”

  My dick began to harden again, and she witnessed it jump. She reached for me, and I stiffened more with her touch. “Baby, we don’t have to do it all in one night,” I said.

  “I know, but I want to. I waited a long time for this, so show me how to please you, baby,” she said. She started to kiss my head, and then I felt her tongue roll over it. She was doing good, and when she took me into her mouth, it was nice until she tried to take too much, and I pulled her back.

  “Just suck the head for now baby until you get used to it,” I said, and then my baby pleased the tip of my dick for a little while. When she was ready to take me inside of her again, I again gave her control. I let her get on all fours, and I stood on the side of the bed. I told her to ride back and forth on me and take as much as she could. When she slid back into me, I placed my hands on her hips and just let her ride my dick, and for the first few moments, she was only backing in a little passed the head, but the more she got used to me she took more and more of me until we were at halfway again. I pushed a little as she pushed and even though her screams and moans grew louder, I was more than halfway inside of her and that shit felt like heaven. Within the next few strokes, I wasn’t all the way in to the hilt, but I had enough of my rod inside of my baby to enjoy her tight, wet, and new pussy. That shit felt so fucking good, I didn’t even stop my soldiers from bursting into the plastic. If someone had a videotape of the way my body jerked and reacted to that nut, they would roll on the muthafucking floor laug
hing because I didn’t have control of the way my body jerked.

  The next morning when I opened my eyes, I smiled. I looked at my sleeping angel and kissed her on the top of her head. I didn’t want to wake her, but if she was going to church, she had to get up. I shook her gently. “Juicy, wake up,” I whispered.

  She grunted. “Nooooooo, please, not yet,” she grumbled.

  “If you’re planning to go to church and by your mom’s, you must get up baby.”

  She lifted her head and then smiled at me. “Good morning, baby,” she sang.

  I brushed her hair from her face. “Good morning my love, did you sleep well?”

  “Like a baby,” she cooed.

  “Well let’s get up and get dressed so I can drop you off at church,” I said, peeling my body away from hers.

  “Drop me off, what do you mean, drop me off, babe? You’re not going to service with me?”

  “No can do. I haven’t been to church in years, and if my mother gets wind that you convinced me to go to church after all of these years that she has been trying to get me to go, she might take a switch to my ass.”

  “Awww, come on, babe, please? You are meeting my momma today.”

  “Baby, I have met yo’ parents at Gabby’s wedding.”

  “But you and I were not an item then, so now it’s like you’re the man that I’m bringing for Sunday dinner.”

  “Speaking of that, you do know me, and my brothers go to my parents’ for Sunday dinner too?”

  “Yes, Gabby told me that she and Gutta go to my parents’ first because my momma’s church doesn’t last for hours like your momma’s church. They usually eat early at my mom’s and later in the evening at your mom's.”

  “So, are you saying that Gutta goes to church?” I quizzed. That was new information to me.

  “Ummm, yes. How did you not know this?”

  “Because Gutta would get skinned alive if Delilah knew he was going to yo’ momma’s church and not hers.”

  “So, are you going with me?”

  I paused for a moment and then shook my head. “Nah, babe, but I will be there right after to pick you up and then go to your parents’.”

  “Fine,” she pouted and then got out of the bed. As soon as she walked her naked ass by me, I slapped that ass hard. “Ouch, baby, that stung.” She said rubbing that spot.

  “I know,” I said and pulled her back for a kiss. She went to the bathroom, and I went into the kitchen. While she showered, I made a quick breakfast for us: some bacon, eggs, and toast. She came out in her robe, and we quickly devoured our breakfast. By the time I got out of the shower, she was done with her hair and make-up. Grace was so damn beautiful, and I could always gaze at her.

  Since I knew we’d be going to her parents for dinner, I put on a nice sweater, slacks, and my low-cut leather boots. It was casual enough, and we managed to get out of the house on time after I came back up from taking Bistro out to potty. When we pulled up, I got out and opened the door for my baby and helped her out. I kissed her, and she told me she would call me when the service was over. As soon as I got back into my vehicle, a man approached Grace. When she hugged him, and he proceeded to walk with her, that didn’t sit right with me, so I let down my tinted window. It was Deacon Rogers. Was that muthafucka waiting for her to get there? I honked my horn, and she turned around. “Change of plans, I’m going to park,” I yelled out. This old dude was not finna be in my woman’s face, not on my watch. I hurried to the first parking spot I could find and whipped into it. I hurried out and rushed to the front steps of the church where Grace stood waiting for me.

  “What was that?” she asked when I approached.

  “What was what?”

  “Your sudden change of plans.”

  “Nothing, baby, it’s all good. Come on, let’s get inside.” If Deacon Rogers was checking for my lady, only God knows who else at her church was, and it would be known that Grace was no longer single. When we got inside, as Grace requested, the usher escorted us to the row where her parents, Gemma, Gabby, Gutta, and the baby were sitting. Gutta and I both had identical looks as we exchanged glances. I wasn’t too surprised to see him because Grace had given me the heads up, but I know he was shocked as hell to see me. We greeted each other since the service hadn’t started, and Gutta switched seats with Gabby, so she and Grace sat between us.

  I leaned forward and addressed my brother. “So how long have you been coming to church, bro?”.

  Gutta gave me a look, but I kept my eyes locked on his. “Since we got married,” he said.

  “So, when were you going to tell us? And I know DeeDee don’t know that you come here.”

  “And she isn’t going to find out, right?” Gutta quizzed, and before I could reply, the music started. Everyone, including my brother, stood up, so I stood up, too. Everyone was clapping, and only because my brother clapped, I clapped too. The entire congregation was singing along to the song, and I didn’t know the words, so I didn’t even pretend. This went on for two more songs, and then we sat.

  I remember church growing up, so it wasn’t foreign to me, but it was certainly different. There were big screens and a woman signing at the front of the church. The service was moving by fast, and when the pastor stood, he began to speak. He greeted us with a good morning and said welcome to all the first-time visitors, and before he brings his word, he wanted Sister Grace to sing a solo. Her face looked shocked, but she stood and slid by me. I wanted to slap her fat ass as she passed me, but I had to control myself because I was in the house of the Lord, so I had to show some respect for His house.

  I wasn’t a churchgoer, but I was God-fearing. I had two God-fearing parents that brought us up in the church, so I knew there was a one true God, and I did believe that.

  I walked down the aisle, smiling at our pastor. He was a good man, and he’d call on me or my momma or even Gemma amongst other vocalists in our church, and I was shocked that he chose me that day. I had been out drinking the night before and had sex for the very first time, so I didn’t feel as vibrant as I normally did, but I silently prayed and asked God to anoint me that morning. I went to the mic near our pianist and adjusted it as I wondered what I’d sing. I kept asking our savior for a song, and then I greeted our congregation. “Good morning, saints,” I said. I got dozens of good mornings in return. “I had no idea that Pastor Franklin would call on me this morning, but our Lord God says, when I call on you, be ready, so I am ready,” I said, and the audience clapped. I decided on God Will Take Care of You.

  “Be not dismayed what’er betide,

  God will take care of you;

  Beneath His wings of love abide,

  God will take care of you.

  God will take care of you,

  Through every day, o’er all the way;

  He will take care of you.

  God will take care of you.

  Through days of toil when heart doth fail,” I sang, and by the time the tempo changed, folks were on their feet. I knew my voice was a gift, and it warmed my heart that I could use it to praise the God I served. I wasn’t perfect, far from it, but I did my best to live and walk upright. By the time my song ended, the church was praising and shouting, and I humbly made it back to my seat. Our pastor stood and said little words as he let the members worship our God. When the praises calmed, he spoke again.

  “Our God is good,” he said, and there were a bunch of Amen’s and Hallelujahs. Our pastor continued as he told us to open our bibles. Since Malice didn’t have one, I let him share mine. He didn’t talk much during the service, which was good, and after the benediction, he stayed closed to me as members came up to compliment me on my solo. We kissed our loved ones and assured my mother that we were headed to her house. Normally my mother would do the heavy lifting like the meat or the greens the night before if it were something that required a lot of time to cook, but we mostly cooked the side dishes the day of. When we got into the car, Malice looked at me.

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  “If I got you a ring, would you say yes?” he asked. For the first time, I saw him drop his head.

  “Are you serious?” I questioned.

  “I am. It’s like this, Grace, and I am so serious. I am in love with you. I don’t need a lot of time to know that I am a man who has found love. Too many people spend a whole lot of time-wasting time because they are not ready to throw in their player's card or they think something better is out there. If you ask me, it’s a bunch of bullshit. I know you are the one, so if I get you a ring, would you say yes?” he asked again.

  “I would, and I am saying yes. The ring is just an American tradition, and after what we shared last night, I am your wife. I never want to give myself to anyone other than you, so my answer is yes.”

  He smiled. “Thank you and tomorrow after court I will pick you up, and we will go and get you a ring.”

  I smiled brightly. “Okay.”

  “And you sang beautifully, by the way. I mean I sat there on that pew like, is this really my lady, my baby, she is so amazingly talented, and I hit the damn jackpot. I know you are into church and God, I am all for that, but I think you should consider singing as a career.”

  “Oh no, those are young superstar dreams. I am just happy with the gift that God has given me, so I would never even try to do singing for a living. I love my job. It’s fulfilling, and I learn a lot. Sketching is what makes me happy.”

  “But at least one night at Desire. I mean Gutta is trying to find ways to drum up business, and I think you singing live would draw a crowd.”

  “Let me think on that,” I said, and he just nodded. He then cranked the engine, and I gave him directions to Gloria Jean’s house. We went in, and Daddy, Malice, and Gutta went downstairs with little Gianna, while momma, my sisters and I got Sunday dinner done. My daddy liked Malice, and Momma was just happy to see that he wasn’t scared to attend church. I shared with them my previous night of passion with Malice, and I shared that he asked me to be his forever. My sisters and mom were so happy for me, and I was extremely happy for myself. I no longer felt unattractive or undesirable because Malice came along and showed me real and true love, and the fact that he saw me, a plus-size woman as sexy, was a game-changer. He was finer than half the men that walked the planet in my personal opinion, but he adored and chose me, so I left my parents’ house with a smile plastered on my face. We went home so we could take Bistro out and I changed. It was still early because dinner at his moms was at seven-ish, so we took the time to relieve some sexual tension.