Chapter 8
Eight
BLEU
I didn’t need the results of Truly’s test results to know that she was clean.
But it was something important that I always implemented to protect myself as well as the women that I got involved with intimately.
It didn’t matter if it was for one week of entertainment or a month.
I took pride in never having a sexually transmitted disease. I liked my women just as clean as me.
I could tell Truly was clean and her PH was on point by the sweet smell of her pussy. It took a lot of self-restraint and control to hold back at the gala. I wanted to bury my entire face inside of her pussy then imprint my name all up and through it.
The way Truly partially opened up to me, told me that there were more deeper levels to her that I wanted to explore.
Me wanting to know more about her made me pause a couple of times right in front of her.
I didn’t court women; I sexed them to oblivion and paid a fee in order to keep their feelings in check.
With Truly, I thought before speaking. On the way to my penthouse, I wanted to proposition her for her hand in marriage and set out terms and conditions that she would have to follow just to get my mother off my damn back about a legacy. She had a daughter, and that was different territory for me.
Dreu knew all about women with kids. He blessed plenty of single mothers with big enough payments to pay their yearly rent. Dreu always said women with kid’s pussy hit different. I never tested what I deemed to be Dreu’s immature theory until now.
I’ve fucked plenty of women, different shapes, sizes and skin tones. But Truly seemed different from them all. My reaction to her surprised me, I felt blindsided. Through her nervousness, she spoke up to me. I saw the challenge and fire in her eyes as she spoke to me.
My fingertips grazed against my room door as I anticipated the view that awaited me inside. I gave Truly the option for me to have a driving service take her home or go undress in my room then lay naked in my bed with her legs spread open.
She chose not to leave. Her curiousness guided her to my room, she shut the door behind her, and I gave her space and time to prepare herself for what I was bringing her way. A night to remember. I wanted to conquer her, undo her and make her still feel me when I wasn’t around.
I could tell that she thought I was arrogant.
To me, there was a difference between arrogance and awareness.
For a long time, I blurred the two. People mistook my confidence for ego, but what they didn’t understand was that I knew.
I knew my presence shifted rooms. I knew my voice could silence chaos.
My name spoke softly or with venom carried weight.
That wasn’t arrogance, that was my reality dressed in experience and results. My arrogance, if a person wanted to call it that, wasn’t ignorance. It was the cost of being me being certain in a world where most black men doubted themselves into mediocrity.
Wealth didn’t make me this way, success only confirmed what I always suspected.
Besides my upbringing, I was built different.
I studied people the way a sculptor studied stone.
I saw what could be shaped, smoothed, or shattered.
To me, everyone was a project, a pattern waiting to be decoded, and once I saw the flaw, it became impossible to unsee it. That was my curse and my gift.
Truly was stressed about something, her hesitations in tonight and the walls that she had guarding herself told me that it stemmed from a man.
Possibly her baby daddy. Her parents played a role in her stress factors as well.
I had the ability to change whatever it was that stressed her out, maybe make her my partner then offer her enough money to change her life if she agreed to marry me.
First, I needed to unwrap her. I was excited but wondered why was I still leaned up against my frame listening to the quiet thrum of her movements. I told myself that I was waiting for the room to sound still. Once I heard the creak of my bed and no other movement, I would open the door.
I wanted to witness the art of her body, her thickness laid out to perfection on my silk comforter.
I wanted the air to kiss her pussy first, let her wetness permeant the air.
She had no idea that she walked straight into a storm disguised as myself.
There was something about her energy that called to my darker side.
Truly didn’t urge my want to control her.
She touched on a side of me that wanted to fix whatever it was that was paining her…
still I hadn’t found the answers to why I was so drawn to her.
I could smell the pain through the smell of her pussy.
I saw it in a room full of people tonight.
She carried her pain like perfume, it was faint but intoxicating, and I wanted to strip it from her piece by piece, not out of cruelness but creation.
I chased purpose with my own direction, and without admitting it…
Truly felt like mine.
I was determined to make her understand that my need to control wasn’t just about dominance. It was all about direction, knowing how to steer chaos into something beautiful.
I turned the doorknob slowly five minutes after no sound came from behind the door. The sight before me caused all the blood to rush to the tip of my dick. I damn near wanted to drop down to my knees and make her sexy thick body float to me.
“Got damn, Thickumz.” I whispered.
Normally I stalked around my prey, tonight I wanted to bow before her.
Her soft luscious body sprawled out on my bed was the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever witnessed.
I carefully trailed my eyes over every inch of her body.
Unapologetically, Truly laid still, her knees were bent, thighs spread apart.
Her sweet essence softly caressed my senses from the perfect distance.
Her chubby toes needed to be sucked on, while I massaged the thickness of her calves. Her thighs were thick as fuck; I even adored the tint of blackness between her inner thighs. Down below she looked like a ripe plum, juicy and tempting.
“You touched yourself.” I grunted lowly.
Her wetness was smeared along her thick southern lips.
“I did.” She softly confessed.
Her stomach rose than fell unevenly. I craved to run my tongue along the thick slope of her belly. I imagined my hand grabbing a handful of gut while I deep stroked inside of her.
“Why?”
I took one step forward.
“Anticipation.” She stated.
“Patience is key,” I licked my lips hungrily. “You don’t ever have to touch that pussy when I’m around.” I said seriously.
“You won’t be around after this; I know what kind of guy you are Bleu.”
She closed her thick thighs. A groan left my throat as I stepped to the edge of the bed.
“You think you know…there’s so much for us both to learn about each other.” My gaze fell on her breasts.
“I know enough.” She broke eye contact by leaning her head back on the pillow behind her.
She gazed up at the ceiling then sighed.
“You’re handsome, paid, with women at your disposal.
I don’t know what you saw in me; whatever it was a huge part of that is sexual.
I’m grateful for the money because I really needed it.
Tonight, you made me feel chosen. I get to live in a short fairytale of having a fine rich man take me down.
Things like this doesn’t happen often and when it does…
it don’t last forever. I won’t lie to myself, and you don’t have to bother lying either,” she uttered.
I was stunned out of words. Normally, I had a come-back to anything that was spoken to me.
“Why did you leave with me?” I asked.
“Do you usually talk this much to your women?” She looked at me and raised her brow in challenge.
“I don’t.” I licked my lips.
“I’m lying in your bed, naked.” She said sexily.
Slowly she let her knees fall apart, a low moan escaped her pouty lips.
Her hands traced up the side of her thick body until they cupped her melon sized breasts.
I kept my eyes locked on her index finger and thumb.
She pinched and tugged at her nipples with her eyes shut.
I undid my belt then unzipped my pants as quick as possible.
Stepping out of them, I removed my dress shirt.
Truly hips wined slowly, her wet pussy humped the air with primal need. Thickumz was done talking, she wanted all of what I had to offer. First, I needed her to lay eyes on what would be destroying her tonight.
“Look at me Truly.”
Her eyes fluttered open just as I grabbed the base of my thick length and squeezed tightly. Her doe shaped eyes widened in shock soon as they landed on my dick.
“You gone be a good girl and take all this dick first.” My knee landed on the bed. “Then I’ll eat this pussy down before stroking back deep inside of it.”
Blood thundered in my ears as I got between her thighs and pressed my body against hers. Her pupils dilated, I dominated her personal space. I pressed my dick against her slick lips, slowly she grinded her pussy against me. Truly titties shuddered against my hard chest.
I didn’t want to rush this shit, but I wanted to make Truly surrender to me.
Her mouth was bold, her body screamed that it needed taming.
I listened to her breath hitch as I wrapped a hand around her throat.
My free hand coasted down her body, over her ribs and the curve of her hip.
I didn’t stop touching all over her until I felt her shutter.
She let out a soft moan and that’s when I decided to torment her a little.
I squeezed her throat a little tighter before moving my hand to her fat pussy.
The thought of her getting this pussy waxed for the next man to enjoy pissed me off.
I gently caressed her smooth bare pussy then split her lips with my fingers.