Cinnamon

by ChaShiree M.

  Staring at his one-eyed beast face to face, my tongue goes over my lips to ensure I am not doing something embarrassing like drooling. His cock is impressive. It’s not just the length of it that has me mesmerized though. It is the girth. He is about 10 inches long, but the width of him is bigger than the circumference my forefinger and thumb can make together. No wonder I felt like he was invading my throat from my pussy.

  Shit. As if his dick could hear me or feel me, before I have even begun he is weeping and enticing me to have a pre-breakfast drink. Having never done this before, I decide to do what comes naturally.

  Leaning over him, I take a swipe of his essence and holy shit!!! I have never been one to like salty things, but him, I could drink him all day. I lick the head of his cock again and watch his dick twitch. In front of my disbelieving eyes he grows even longer, and my pussy responds by throbbing and gushing for him. I can feel it running down the middle of my legs as I sit on my knees and puff my cheeks out. Making an ‘O’ with my mouth, I lean over and engulf the head of his dick in my mouth. I know when he wakes, because it is with a hiss and curse.

  “Fuck Cinn. Your mouth feels like heaven baby. You woke up thirsty did you.”

  I nod and continue my exploration. Putting more of him in mouth while licking the shaft over and over, I wrap my two hands around him and begin to pump and suck in rhythm. His taste is a mixture of salt, musk, and soap. I know after this I will never get enough.

  “Shit. Baby. Watching you take my meat in your mouth is so fucking sexy. You can barely fit in there huh, little Cinn. Your mouth is stretched to its max trying to accommodate my cock. I know I should be offering you some relief right now, but all I want to do is jackhammer it into your neck. What the fuck. Pull off Cinn. I don’t want to hurt you and you’re just getting over being sick.”

  I mumble something with him still in my mouth on his way to being in my throat somehow, and apparently the vibrations from my mouth make quite an impact on him.

  “Motherfucking son of a bitch. Cinn get off me… mmmmmm…baby let it the fuck go, before I hurt you. Shit. God damn it.”

  Within milliseconds he has me on my back, pulling my legs up to my ears, and ramming his big rod inside my pussy. It should hurt. I should be begging him to stop. But, I find myself bucking to meet his onslaught. Desperate to feel him inside me, claiming me, and making me feel like his. His woman.

  “Brad. Harder. Fuck me harder. I missed you.”

  “Oh, I missed you to little Cinn. Grab onto the headboard baby.”

  I do as he says, and he lets loose. The banging of the head board, my moans, his growling and the wet, slapping sound of us mating like animals is all too much stimulation for me. Suddenly I am in overdrive, raking my fingers down his back slamming my mouth to his all but demanding he kiss me as he destroys me. But its too much and not enough. I need to cum.

  “I… I…Brad…”

  “I know baby. Play with your clit and meet me on the other side.”

  “Oh shit. Yes Brad. It’s happening. I cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiinnnnnng!!!!! Yessssss!!!!”

  “Cinn. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck!”

  We are both panting and trying to kiss at the same time. When he finally collapses, he rolls over and brings me with him, so I am lying across his stomach.

  “Baby, I didn’t realize you had such a potty mouth.”

  “I typically don’t. At all. It’s only when we are in bed.” Blushing seems to be a regular occurrence around him.

  “Hey. no need to get shy. I love that I can make you lose control. It’s hot!”

  Then it dawns on me that it is Thursday morning and we missed dinner with his parents. The panic sets in and I cannot stop it.

  “Oh no. We missed your parents’ house for dinner. I am so sorry. Now, they really won’t like me. Should I send some wine or…”

  “What the hell are you talking about ‘like you?’” The look on his face exudes anger and confusion, and suddenly I don’t want to say anything. I want to pretend I never said anything.

  “Nothing. Never mind, forget I said anything.”

  “No. There will be no never mind. Talk to me. What the fuck has been going on in that head of yours?”

  I bite my lip while keeping my head down, because I don’t’ want him to see the tears as they fall. I had hoped I could get through this part of the relationship without him ever having to see the real insecurities that lie below the surface, but apparently that is not to be.

  “Hey. Hey. Look at me. Whatever it is, I promise it is all in your head. Talk to me baby.”

  “I just… I know your family is very prominent and established here and…”

  “And?”

  “And I am sure you have tons more… appropriate prospects for dating and I wonder if maybe…your mom and dad are going to approve of me.” I get that last part out as fast as I can, before I talk myself out of this whole thing. Taking a gander of his face, I am intrigued by the absolute outrage on his face. But somehow, I don’t feel as if it is directed at me. But, then again with the way his jaw is clenching it could be at me.

  “Do I look like the type of man who lets his parents dictate his life? Is that what you think of me?”

  Uh-oh. “Well no but…”

  “But what? First, yes, my family on both sides are of substantial influence in Savannah and there is nothing I can do about that. Second, my parents may have money, but they are not pretentious or judgmental. My mom is a very hard worker. There is nothing she hates worse than a woman who rests on her laurels. As a matter of fact, she will love you for no other reason than what you have done for yourself. Finally, my father loves you. He is always singing the praises of you and the girls and telling anyone who will listen about all you have accomplished. So, whatever crap you have been telling yourself, stop. Understand?”

  Well… huh…ok then.

  “Understand.”

  “Good. Now kiss me and then get your sick self out of bed and get dressed. We are going to my parents for brunch.”

  “What?”

  “Yes. I called mom last night and told her about you being sick. She said if you were well in the morning to make it to brunch. I just need to send her a message right now letting her know. Now. I believe I gave you two orders and you haven’t done either one baby.”

  Bossy pants. Trying and failing to hide the smirk on my face, I go to him and kiss him with the deepest apology I can muster, while my heart is being thrown in for good measure. My message was received.

  “I know baby. I love you too. Now go get dressed.”

  Damn. Too bad we don’t have time for a quickie. His bossiness gets me so hot!!

  I HAVE YET TO FIGURE out what it is that has made Cinnamon so insecure, but I am going to put an end to that shit. Starting with meeting my parents. She has been quiet since the moment we got into the car. Before we left the house, I ate her out in the foyer figuring it would relax her, and though it did for a few minutes she is right back to being tense and pensive. I am going to let her have her few minutes but that is it.

  Pulling up to my parents’ house, I grip her hand and give it a squeeze. “You have nothing to worry about, baby. I promise. I would never throw you to the wolves so to speak. Do you trust me?”

  She looks at me so intently, as if she is trying to see through to my soul and I hope she can. This is the one time in my life I hope my poker face is none existent. I want her to be able to see into the heart of me. I want her to see it, because she is all that occupies that space. She must find what she is looking for because she nods her head.

  “Yes. I trust you.”

  “Good. Then take my hand and let’s go.” I barely get the doorbell rang, before my mom opens the door smiling from ear to ear.

  “Mother. Good afternoon.” I say kissing her cheek.

  “Good afternoon my eldest child. How are you?”

  “I am fine.” I say chuckling. Her calling me her eldest child is an inside joke that goes back years. It is her way o
f jokingly telling me, I am not her favorite. I never for once took her seriously, because we all know my mother loves my brother and I equally.

  “And who is this beautiful young lady?” She asks this, as she takes Cinns hands in hers and pulls her in for a hug.

  “Mother I would like for you to meet Cinnamon Evergreen. The love of my life and your future daughter-in-law. As soon as I can get her to agree.” I can see I have shocked Cinn. Either by my admission or the fact that I said in front of my mother. Well, she might as well know where this is going.

  “Well, I declare. I never thought I would see the day Bradley would be talking about marriage. If I didn’t like you already, I would be your newest pal for that alone. However, I have been an admirer of yours since you started your company.”

  “Oh my. Well it is an honor to meet you Mrs. O’Donnell.”

  “Child, nothing so formal here. Please call me Delilah.”

  “Ok. Thank you, Delilah. I am honored and baffled by your words.”

  “Baffled. What an odd choice of words. Are you or are you not the one who with four of your friends started a perfume company from the ground up with start-up money from O’Donnell Holdings Inc.? Your company rose to the top of fortune 500 within the first 3 years and has since continued to grow, surpassing even those that have been in business longer than you. Of course, I admire you. I admire all women who take charge of their destiny and I am so very grateful my son found his equal.”

  I look at her face knowing that she didn’t expect to hear this and am not surprised to see her at a loss for words. Wrapping one of my arms around her, I pull her closer to me and squeeze.

  “See. Told you so.” I whisper in her ear. My mother takes us into the veranda, where she always has her brunches and my father stands up to greet us.

  “Son. How great to see you again? And not for business.”

  “Same here dad. You remember Cinnamon.”

  “Of course, I do. My greatest investment. How are you darling girl?” He asks as he embraces her. Apparently, they became very close over the last few years.

  “I am well Sam. It’s always good to see you.”

  “So, I see my son has finally found someone. To say I am pleased it is you is an understatement my dear. Come, let’s celebrate.”

  Brunch continues on and the topics vary from light and funny to serious and political. The one part of the conversation that interest me the most is when my mother asks Cinnamon how she got her name.

  “Well, my mom said when I was born I came out with a head full of hair, and though it was like a dirty blond at the time it had speckles of red in it. She said, it looked like cinnamon had been sprinkled in my hair and thus she named me Cinnamon. Personally, I have always hated my name, but what can I do? Eventually, I became the brunette before you. I always thought of dying my hair more of a flaming red, but then again I am not that bold.”

  “My darling girl. There is nothing more liberating than to be unique.”

  “That is definitely true. But it was so hard growing up in an all-white blue-collar neighborhood as a half white half Puerto Rican child. Kids can be brutal. Especially, when your mom is a bit loud, boisterous, and eccentric.”

  “Ah. I am so sorry you had to endure that. But, look at all you have accomplished. You must learn to let these things go my dear. So, they do not eat at you and destroy your future happiness.”

  “It’s true. You’re right. Thank you.”

  I have been quiet, this whole time because I feel like her hearing these things from my mother will make a difference in her confidence. You know. Woman to woman and all.

  “Cinnamon my dear, come. Let us ladies retire to the parlor, so the men can have their cigars.” Perfect. My mother is giving me the opening I need to talk to my father in private.

  I grab Cinn by her face and kiss her mouth ever so chastely. We are in front of my parents after all; and then I place a kiss on her forehead and tell her I will see her in a few. Once we make it to my father’s study I waste no time.

  “Dad I need grandma Calliope’s ring.”

  “Absolutely. Congratulations son. She is a fine choice. Brilliant, that girl. I was so hoping for this outcome when I sent you in my place. Smart boy.”

  “You set me up old man.” Now, I am the one shocked. My dad made a love match. What the hell.

  “I did. And I was right. Here you go son. Now make an honest woman of her and give me and your mother grandbabies. We are not getting any younger you know.”

  “Ah dad. Not you too?” I thought it was just old women that thought things like grandbabies. Apparently not.

  “Hey, can I ask you a question dad?”

  “Of course, you can. You know you can ask me anything.”

  “I have seen you turn down lots and lots of startups. Some of which I thought you were nuts for declining. So, I am just curious. What made their proposal so different?”

  “Mmmmm…I never thought I would ever have to have this conversation with you. No one knows this except your mother because from her I have no secrets. You would be wise to remember that as well. You cannot expect to build a partnership with your woman as your backbone, if she doesn’t know the most minute, intimate, things about you that make you, you. You understand what I am saying to you son?” I nod my head because ever since I met Cinnamon, I understand that oh too well.

  He clears his throat as he continues. “But, I have never lied to you directly and I am not about to start. Hopefully by the time I am done you won’t look at your old man differently.”

  I scoff at the idea that anything could change my image of him. My whole life he has been nothing but loving supportive dad to me and my brother and has treated my mother like nothing less than is Queen. His everything. I only hope to live up to his example.

  “When I was a young boy, ripe old age of 18, I was a bit wild if you will. I was rebelling against your grandfather and all the rules and expectations set forth for my life and found myself in a situation with a young lady named Rochelle. She became pregnant my senior year. Our parents discussed it and decided adoption was the best course of action. Though I felt responsible and sick at the thought of my own flesh and blood out there somewhere. I was young and uneducated and let’s be honest, what the hell did I know about how to raise a kid. So, we did it.

  I thought of her often and even considered looking for her, but I didn’t want to disrupt her life. Well one day about 12 years ago, she found me. When she phoned, I was elated. I had planned to talk to you and your brother and welcome her into the family shortly after our meeting, but the meeting didn’t go well.”

  To say I am riveted in my seat is an understatement. I mean, I am not sure what I would say if my brain let me say anything. This is not something I ever thought I would hear from my dad. Wow.

  “When we met, we exchanged pleasantries and such and I just remember thinking how beautiful she was. Finally, at the tail end of lunch, she asked me to fund her new business venture. Though hesitant and feeling a bit dejected, because now I knew she was more after my money than a relationship with me. I decided to hear her out anyway. Though her idea was sound, she had no concept of business, time, and commitment; and I had no choice but to turn her down.”

  “I offered to give her a place within the company, so she could learn the ropes and then we could revisit her idea later. To be honest, something about her and the nervous way she talked and fidgeted about, made it feel as if it wasn’t a good idea. To say she was angry is an understatement. She cursed me and ran out.”

  “I had Todd watching her, for her safety and to learn more about her. Less than two days after my rejection she overdosed on heroin. Apparently, she was a junkie and when she found me, she thought I would be her bankroll. Rationally, I know it is not my fault, but I went into a deep depression for a while. Your mother helped me out of it and stuck by me throughout it. However, I swore that when given the opportunity to do different in her honor, I would and so when Cinnamon came into my
office, I saw my chance.”

  Talk about a loaded secret. Holy shit! I am shocked to say the least, but I also feel bad for my dad. That he has been carrying this around all this time. Sometimes words are not needed, and I feel like now is one of those times. I simply stand up, go around his desk and embrace him. When I feel him shaking as he hugs me, I know he is finally letting go.

  IT HAS BEEN THREE WEEKS since the brunch with his parents and I couldn’t be happier. We have brunch with them every Sunday and I look forward to it. My mom surprisingly enough has been asking about him and wondering when she and my dad are going to get to meet him, so we made plans to go there for the Christmas holiday.

  Right now, I am running late for my flight to Los Angeles and it is all Brad’s fault. He is always his bossiest and hottest in the morning ensuring I can never deny him and look where it gets me. LATE. Asshole. I smile just thinking about it.

  Finally, pulling into the airport I literally run through the VIP gate and just barely make it.

  The flight itself is uneventful. But, my mind on the flight is way more than uneventful. The past few brunches with his parents have been lovely. But I always come out of it, like there is this major secret in the room and I am the only one not privy to it. Don’t get me wrong, I am in no way thinking they are hiding something serious from me or something that will hurt me, but still I can’t help but feel like a bit of an outsider. I asked Brad about it once and he told me I was inventing things to be apprehensive about; and since that wasn’t so farfetched from where my head was not so long ago, I decided he was right and let it go.

  Then my mind turns to my sister. We had a very good conversation for the first time ever a few nights ago. And I must say, I am thoroughly impressed with where her mind is. My parents and I have always assumed, that because she started getting tattooed when she was 16 and had no interest in higher education and such, she was a lost cause with no direction. Well, once again I learned you cannot judge a book by its cover. She is far from aimless.