11. Vonnie #2
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my dick down your throat. I thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you with my dick sliding in and out of your pretty-ass mouth is driving me fucking crazy.” With those words, his hands were in my hair again as he fucked my face feverishly.
I let him do his thing until his stomach caved as his back arched, almost pulling his dick out of my mouth before he thrust his hips forward to keep it in place.
Right on time, his sweet release had me closing my eyes to savor his flavor as I only slowed my pace enough to make sure not to spill a drop.
Finally garnering enough strength, Marshawn pushed me back, snatching his dick out of my mouth in the process.
Throwing his head back, he rested his hands on the counter.
He panted. “You’re the devil. I love it.”
Pride swelled my chest as I stood to my feet. I felt as if my mission was accomplished. By the grin on Marshawn’s face, I would say that he agreed. The air was sucked out of my lungs when he scooped me up effortlessly and wrapped my legs around him as he pressed my back against the wall.
I giggled. “Why are you so damn strong?”
“Highly motivated, I guess,” he said, sweeping the straps of my dress back off my shoulders and tonguing one of my nipples and then the other.
“That feels so good,” I muttered.
“I can’t get these pretty ass titties out of my head. I need them as a portrait in my bedroom back home,” he said, smirking as he carried me back to the bedroom.
This time, when he sat me down on the bed, he hovered over me, urging me to back up until I was in the center.
My thighs parted as his huge frame moved further between them.
He leaned forward, peppering kisses down my neckline.
His calloused hand moved up my body until he was palming one of my breasts. His mouth covered the other.
With both hands gripping his bare ass, I pulled him closer to me, grinding against him and allowing the friction to soothe the throbbing between my thighs.
He licked and sucked at my neck as his hands worked to rid him of his shirt.
Once his shirt was up his back, he rose on his knees, shoving it over his head and throwing it across the room.
Menacingly dark eyes swept over me as his hands ripped and tore at my dress until I was free of it.
He tossed it, leaving a crumpled heap on the bed next to me.
“I’ll get you another one,” Marshawn mumbled against my burning flesh as his lips continued to send me into a frenzy.
“Fuck me,” I commanded in a tortured whisper.
Ready to oblige, his hand moved between my thighs, dancing briefly in the wetness that met his fingers. Simultaneously, our eyes fell to the place where our bodies would soon meet. His hands fisted his massive erection before he positioned himself at my entrance.
“You sure you want this? It’s not too late to back out.” Once again, his eyes met mine, scanning my face for any hesitancy.
In lieu of an answer, I reached between us and took his dick into my hand.
Taking that as a yes, he slowly penetrated my walls.
With one hand positioned next to my head, he thrust his hips, plunging to the deepest part of my existence.
I yelled out in a mixture concocted evenly out of pleasure and pain.
“I need you to be a good girl for me and take this dick, OK?”
“Yes, baby,” I whispered as he stroked and dove even deeper.
Marshawn’s ragged breathing breezed across my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
My mouth hung open as he delivered a slow, methodical thrust to the hilt and pulled back to the edge before plunging back in.
With every bottomless stroke, my hands clung to his back, bracing for impact.
My skin prickled with heat as the intensity of the pressure building inside me gradually increased.
Having him inside me felt good. For the first time in forever, I saw what made women teeter on the brink of insanity.
The combination of Marshawn’s bronze-dipped rod and the skills with which he wielded such a weapon had me losing my mind.
My soft moans of pleasure had morphed into something visceral and unrecognizable to my own ears.
As agonizing as being filled to capacity with him felt, I still craved more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, if at all possible.
Tiny explosions erupted inside me slowly at first, then all at once.
My head rolled from side to side as a powerful orgasm tore through me like a Midwestern tornado.
Raising his head from my neck, he covered my lips with his.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me,” he commanded.
With Marshawn’s encouragement, I floated up to ecstasy. He continued his passionate tirade as I hovered in the stratosphere. I was certain I saw actual stars as another orgasm washed over me like a wave of warm lava.
“Shawn,” I whimpered weakly as I clawed at his back.
“I got you, baby. Just keep wetting me up.”
I nodded as I fought to remain conscious.
I was exhausted, sated, and completely out of my mind.
After a quick peck to the corner of my mouth, Marshawn snatched out, emptying his warm seeds onto my heaving chest. As soon as he disconnected, I felt a void.
I didn’t think that was normal, but then again, I had never been stretched to such limits.
He backed away, and I reached for him, not wanting him to go away.
That’s when I knew I was in trouble. Feeling my longing, he gave me a warm smile as he kissed my hand.
I returned his sentiment before releasing his hand to let him do what he needed to do.
Thankfully, he didn’t tarry before returning with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
Once he was satisfied with my cleanliness, he kissed his way up from my inner thigh to my center, where he gave a quick swirl of his tongue.
His tongue on my sensitive bud caused my back to arch off the bed.
“You taste so good, V,” he said.
I jumped, feeling the coolness of another washcloth. Pressing it against my skin, he used it to soothe the ache at my core.
Damn, I didn’t even know I needed that.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, pretty girl. Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”
Just like that, I was missing his presence.
I had no intention of falling for this man, but it didn’t take getting the best dick I had ever had in my life to make me fall.
If I was honest, it had been happening gradually since the moment he called himself firing me.
The love-hate relationship we had blossomed into toleration and then into what was almost a friendship.
Now, I didn’t know what we were doing, and I was afraid to wonder.
My eyes batted as I nodded off while waiting for Marshawn’s return.
Thankfully, he came right back. The bed shifted as he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“I brought you a T-shirt,” he said, extending the oversized shirt.
“Thanks.” I sat up and slipped the shirt over my head as he got comfortable in the bed.
“You good, V?”
“Yeah… I’m fine.”
“I mean about us. Like… you’re not in your head, are you?”
“I’m good.”
“I’m not gon’ lie. I’m in mine a little. My motto is I don’t mix business with pleasure, but here we are. I don’t regret taking it to this level, and I hope you don’t either. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Good.” I nodded. I didn’t want things between us to be awkward. I didn’t have any expectations, but at the same time, I was ready for whatever was to come.
“Are you an only child? Your character shows so much main character energy that I have to ask.”
“No. I have a sister in Virginia. I assume there’s someone other than you and Shae.”
“I have another sister, Marcia. She and Marshae are twins. Marcia is the boy’s mom.”
“You have custody of the boys, right?”
“Yeah. Marcia’s had her struggles with drugs on and off. She lost custody of them when Evan was almost two. They’ve been living with me ever since.”
“It was sweet of you to take them in.”
“What else was I supposed to do? I wasn’t going to let them go into the system. Marshae feels bad that I have them, but she’s amazing. I don’t think I could raise them without her help.”
“It’s good that they have the two of you. You’re doing such a great job with them.”
“Thank you. They’re so smart… I don’t know what to do with them half the time. I’m so proud of them. Sometimes, I forget they aren’t my own sons.”
“They are your sons.”
He sighed as he pulled my body a little closer so that my head rested on his chest. “I used to think I didn’t want kids. Then, in the blink of an eye, I had two.”
“God works in mysterious ways.”
“Tell me about it…”
I can’t remember if Shawn had continued speaking because I succumbed to my heavy eyes, allowing the mixture of satisfaction, soreness, and worry to fade behind my lids.
When my eyes popped open way earlier than expected, I was alone in his bed after falling asleep in Shawn’s arms. I was slightly alarmed until he came back into the room with a smile plastered on his face.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“I can’t believe you’re up so early.”
He chuckled with a sexy smirk. “It’s after ten, Vonnie.”
“Exactly. I know we were up until after two in the morning talking.”
“I’m an early bird. It doesn’t matter how late I sleep; I’m up at the crack of dawn.”
“Everybody ain’t able.” I sighed as I made no attempt to get out of his bed.
“Well, I hope you’re at least able to get up. I owe you some award-winning beignets.”
“Oh, yeah. Don’t think I forgot.”
“I wasn’t going to let you…”
“Can you take me home? I need to change.”
“Sure. I’m not sure what kind of shape that dress is in.” He laughed as he looked around for my tattered outfit from last night.
“Oh, don’t think I forgot that you owe me a dress!”
“I figured you wouldn’t.”
After lounging while Shawn got dressed and then going to the duplex so I could bathe and dress, we headed out for breakfast. Marshawn wasn’t lying when he said his beignet spot was on point. We’d gotten beignets and coffee and were sitting outside at a picnic table, people watching.
“These are so good,” I confirmed as I took another bite of the beignet I was finishing.
“I told you.”
“The coffee brought it home. I’m kind of glad that we didn’t get them last night.”
“Me too.” Marshawn’s smirk showed that he was thinking something different than I was. Then again, I, too, was happy that we skipped the late-night beignets for sex. Even a sugary treat wasn’t better than what he put down last night.
“I mean… I think I appreciate them better on an empty stomach.”
“Me too,” he said, never changing that devilish grin on his face.
“You ready to go back to work?” I asked.
My question was loaded. I didn’t know what that would mean for us, but in the meantime, I was enjoying our new dynamic.
“Always. I’m always eager to finish a project.”
“Right. I’m having so much fun… I don’t want it to end.”
“Come here.” Marshawn motioned for me to move closer.
I leaned forward, propping one of my elbows on the table so that I could get closer to him.
He mirrored my action, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“Just wanted to see if that powdered sugar made you sweeter,” he said before using the pad of his thumb to brush my cheek.
“These things make such a mess.”
“I know, right?” He chuckled.
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
“My pleasure.”
I felt so alive as I danced and swayed to the live Caribbean music.
I’d found a festival in Louis Armstrong Park with Jamaican food trucks and live music.
Shawn was gracious enough to let me drag him along with me.
Well, I didn’t exactly drag him since he drove us to the location, but I’d convinced him to come.
What was even more surprising was that his stick-in-the-mud behind was right there with me on the dancefloor that I and a few other patrons had created.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, Marshawn kissed my neck before spinning me around to face him.
“Let me find out your fine ass can dance.” I smiled, watching him move to the music effortlessly.
He winked. “Let me find out you think I’m fine.”
“Oh, I thought that was obvious.”
“Are you getting hungry? I’ve been eyeing that food truck with the curry goat.”
“Curry is too spicy for me, but I would love to have some oxtail.”
“Well, let’s eat.”
Marshawn understood that I was a foodie, and he loved it.
Over the past couple of days, we had spent almost every waking moment together.
As much as I loved working on the film, I was dreading everyone coming back.
I didn’t want to think about what that meant for Marshawn and me and whatever we were doing.
I was so afraid that things would go back to normal.
I wasn’t going to make things awkward by asking a bunch of questions.
It wasn’t like I had never had sex with no strings attached, but this felt different.
The more time I spent with Marshawn, the more time I wanted to spend with him.
I just hoped I wasn’t becoming too attached and setting myself up for disappointment.
Lord knows I’d had enough of that to last a lifetime.