FALLEN
Iforgot how much I loved the raindrop showerhead in Jamar’s bathroom.
The house his parents bought and then renovated was completed with perfection and was easily one of my favorite places to be.
He wasn’t dirty like most niggas and even though he had a maid that came by once a week to clean, I knew he kept it clean too which helped me feel at home here.
After my lengthy shower, I wiped the condensation from the mirror and watched the steam cloud it back almost instantly.
“You dressed?” Jamar knocked on his bedroom door a few minutes later after I slipped into one of his shirts.
“Yea, you can come in.” I slipped under the thick blanket and got comfortable as he walked in.
“You good now?” he smiled.
I nodded my head up and down refusing to look in his eyes. “You really embarrassed?” he laughed as he sat on the bed. “Yes.” I covered my face.
My body tingled feeling his hands on mine as he moved my hands into my lap. Our eyes met and the tingling feeling shot from my hands up my arms, down my back and
straight into my pussy. My nipples hardened and all those nights of imagining Jamar’s chocolate, Thor prototype body on top of mine seemed more like memories than fantasies. My body wanted to make them memories stored in my mental rolodex, ones that I was sure I would never forget.
“Fallen, you can be yourself with me, I ain’t gon’ judge you. You came over and nursed me back to health when I was sick remember?”
“True, but you were sick, you had a reason. I was just drunk off my ass trying to forget I ever fucked with your cousin.” I rolled my eyes.
“Shit, I fucked around and got a City girl pregnant, ain’t none of us perfect, shorty.” He laid on his back.
My eyes took in his perfectly sculpted abs moving down his frame taking in the impressive dick print. It had to be the liquor that had my eyes playing tricks on me, either way my mouth was watering, practically begging for a taste of chocolate.
“How is daddy life going?” I tucked my legs under me as I waited for his response.
“I love my baby, man.” He smiled and opened his eyes. “You want to see a picture?”
I nodded my head following his hand into his shorts as he pulled out his phone, swiped a few times and passed it to me.
“She’s gorgeous.” I cooed over the picture as if I hadn’t been stalking him through Instagram.
“You can swipe, it’s more pictures of me and her.” He told me.
“Which way?”
“Ion know, just swipe I ain’t got no other pictures in there.” He smirked.
“Shit, I don’t know what you got going on.” I looked at him skeptically.
“Chill, I ain’t trying to see nothing unless you sending it.”
His raspy voice hung in the air making it hard for me to swallow. I looked away from him and bit my bottom lip.
“My bad, I forgot you ain’t fucking with me like that.” He sat up abruptly and attempted to snatch his phone from my hand.
“Can you stay for a little while?” I asked softly.
He snatched his phone and lay back to his original position without responding. He didn’t have to speak; I could feel his anger in the air.
“What do you want from me?”
“Man, go head and go to sleep Fallen, I ain’t trying to have this conversation with yo ass right now.” He blew me off.
For a split second I paused and almost did what he asked, but my fear pushed me from under the cover and straddling his lap.
“What are you doing?” his brown eyes washed over me.
“Jamar, what do you want from me?” I repeated the question.
His strong hands gripped my thighs tightly, squeezing them tightly before letting them go while he stared into my eyes. I followed the quick dart of his tongue painting his lips with a thin layer of saliva before he spoke.
“You know what I want.” He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and both hands behind his head almost simultaneously.
“I want you too.” I groaned. My body trembled as I wound my hips against his hardening pipe. “I want you so bad.”
Our lips crashed together, and my hands instantly held his face against mine while his hands pushed my shirt above my waist. When he realized I didn’t have any bottoms on, he broke our kiss and pushed me away from him.
“You drunk, Fallen.” His moved me away from him and rose from the bed. “I’m not drunk! I thought you wanted this.”
“Not like this! What the fuck is wrong with you?” he barked.
“Whatever!” I lashed out.
I was embarrassed as hell. I threw myself on him only for him to push me away. I wiped the tears away from my face quickly as I turned away from him.
“Fuck you crying for?” Jamar’s arms pulled me back to him and he turned me around. “Just leave me alone.”
“Look at me.” He demanded.
“What?” I growled.
“Look, if you were any other girl?—”
“If I was any other girl, what? You would fuck me?” He turned his head as he walked even closer to the door. “No, answer me! What’s wrong with me?” I pulled at his arm.
“Get the fuck off me!” he barked stepping into my face.
His chest heaved up and down as his dark brown orbs locked in on me. Anger seeped from his pores, but I didn’t care, I was angry too. I didn’t want to fight my feelings for him anymore, I wanted him to punish my body in the worst way.
“I want you,” My hands went to the waistband of his tented shorts and my mouth watered. His mouth was screaming no, but his body was reacting differently. I eased my right hand into his shorts giving him long strokes from the base of his shaft to the tip of his mushroom head. “I need you.”
He pushed me back and snatched the shirt I was wearing over my head and off my body instantly. His shorts hit the floor next giving me a view I would never forget. Long, thick and curving slightly to the right, his dick bounced against my thigh as he backed me
into the bed until I fell back. He opened the drawer beside the bed, grabbed a condom and opened it without breaking eye contact with me.
“This what you wanted, right?” He towered over me and my hands instinctively went to his chest, but he swiped them away angrily. “Get the fuck off me.” He barked grabbing them and pinning them down beside my head.
Jamar’s tongue and lips painted the edges of my lips and neck as he let my right hand go and lined himself against my opening.
“Don’t hurt me.” I begged.
“Fuck you.” He growled pushing inside me mercilessly. The kind, loving man I’d grown to care for was gone, the fire in his eyes let me know he was done playing with me.
“Hm, shit.” He hissed as he slipped in and out of me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I struggled to catch my breath.
I was no stranger to sex, but with Jamar between my legs I felt like a virgin all over again.
The pain I felt from him stretching my pussy intensified as his strokes led him deeper inside me than I knew existed.
No man or sex toy I’d experimented with had reached his depth and judging by his strokes he planned to go deeper.
“Shit, Jamar.” I whimpered as I attempted to stop him.
“Nah, shut the fuck up and take this shit. This what you want, right? This what you want from me. You want me to fuck you, right?” he barked as he continued destroying my body.
His strokes were no longer long and deep, now they were short, powerful and applying the right amount of friction to my over stimulated clitoris.
My heart galloped out of my chest as my orgasm tingled from my middle down my arms and legs and back again.
My back arched off the bed just as Jamar pulled out of me replacing his dick with his mouth as my body exploded.
He used his lips, tongue, and fingers to drain my body of another orgasm before he returned from between my legs giving me a taste of my juices with a soul stirring kiss.
“You good?” he whispered against my lips as he pushed back inside me.
“No, I can’t...I can’t.” I attempted to push against his abs.
I was spent, normally two orgasms wouldn’t leave me feeling like this, but my body was in sensory overload.
I was out of breath and hadn’t done anything more than lay there while he turned my body to mush, literally.
I could feel my juices oozing out of me as he fed me slow, deliberate strokes.
“I got you. You hear me?” he asked slowed to a complete stop as our eyes met. “You want me to stop?”
I nodded as he I held his shoulders.
“Too bad.” He shook his head as he pushed my legs into the crook of his arms using his body against me. I attempted to push him away as his strokes increased making him laugh.
“You shouldn’t have been throwing that good ass pussy at me. Give me yo fucking hands.” He growled.
I was too weak to stop him when he grabbed my hands, holding them down almost under my ass that was damn near lifted in the air now that my legs rested on his biceps.
My voice was raspy and hoarse from moaning and crying out all night, but Jamar didn’t seem to notice or care as he continued slamming his big ass dick into me.
One orgasm rolled into another as he pushed and pulled me into whatever position he wanted until he came.
“You straight?” he kissed my shoulder lightly.
I nodded, with my eyes still closed until I felt him open my legs.
“What are you doing?”
“I was trying to clean up my mess.” He smirked still holding the washcloth in his hands.
“After that I need a shower.” I sighed as I sat up.
“I got you.” He rose from the bed and outstretched his hand towards me.
I took it and he walked me to the bathroom, turned on the water and walked out. After my shower I walked back in the room while he was picking up the dirty sheets from the floor. He walked out of the room with the sheets in his hand giving me the opportunity to find another shirt to sleep in.
“Fuck you doing?” he frowned catching me in his drawer.
“Looking for something to sleep in.”
“Nah, you good.” He closed the drawer and took my towel off. He led me back to the bed and pulled the sheets back. I watched as he lowered the shorts from his waist and climbed in beside me.
The Next Morning...
“Fallen.” Jamar’s deep baritone jolted me from my sleep. “Huh?”
I wiped my eyes before looking around the room.
“I need to leave, so I’ma have to drop you off.”
“Ok.” I nodded before I climbed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
When I came out of the bathroom I noticed my dress and clutch were on the bed directly above my shoes.
“I washed your stuff.” He told me before he left the room abruptly.
I didn’t know how to feel, he was being awkward. I didn’t expect him to roll out the red carpet after fucking, but I didn’t think he would have an attitude. After redressing and sweeping the room for anything I left, I headed downstairs where he was sitting in the living room deep in his phone.
“You ready?” he asked without looking at me.
“Yup.”
He rose from the chair and lead me out of the house. He didn’t say anything the entire drive to my apartment and when he pulled into the parking lot, he picked his phone back up and popped the locks.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Nah, we good.” He replied nonchalantly.
“So, why won’t you look at me?” I frowned.
He lifted his eyes and looked at me, “What’s up?” “I don’t know, whatever I did wrong?—”
“You ain’t do shit wrong, I got shit to do. I’ma fuck with you.” He cut me off and gave his attention back to his phone.
“Fuck you, Jamar.” I hissed before I climbed out of the car and slammed the door as hard as I could. He turned the volume up on the radio and drove off.
I tried to keep my feelings at bay, but I couldn’t help it. Before I made it to my apartment my chest caved under the weight of the tears I attempted to push back.
What did I do?