Ch. 9 #2
“I had every intention to leave, but I thought about yo’ crippled ass and your hardships. That shit would weigh on my conscious if something happened to you when I could’ve been here to help.”
You want to be icy so bad but you’re just a fuckin’ teddy bear. Why are you caring about me Black? I’m not your woman.
The nerve of this man to care for me but hurt that poor security guard when he was just doing his job.
Waiting for him to leave meant the guard couldn’t get the justice he deserved.
There was no telling where Black would go once he left here and I wasn’t chancing it.
He used me for shelter so why not let him use me one last time.
Take one for the team and send his ass to jail. My mind was made up.
“Is eating with me too much for you?”
“I’m cool on that and you,” he replied.
“Well, I’m not. Sit, and eat with me.” I grabbed him by the wrist to escort him to the table and found myself in another situation where his gun was to my head.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Brat. I already told yo’ ass what was up. What? You don’t understand what the fuck the word no means?” His tone had yet to rise, and although his eyes were soft, they held no emotion.
Pushing his gun away, I drug him to where I wanted him to be. I was terrified and damn near ready to piss on myself anytime I saw his pistol, but right now I needed him to believe I wasn’t. “Stop overreacting and sit,” I said.
“The fuck you want to sit in my face for? You can move just fine now.”
“How old are you, Black? Zeus called you young blood so much while he was here so I’m guessing you’re young,” I said ignoring him.
“Mind yo’ fuckin’ business and don’t ask me shit else.”
“I’m twenty-nine, but you knew that already.
My birthday is coming up, and then I’ll officially be in the thirty club.
” Ignoring him to spark conversation and loosen him up was all I had.
I needed him to let his guard down even a smidge and I’d take it from there.
It was the only way I could get out of this tonight.
“I don’t give a fuck, Brat,” he stated and stood to leave.
Rounding the island, I stopped him in his tracks.
He forced me to accept this kidnapping so now I had to force him to accept this fake ass matter of interest. Placing my hand on his chest, I looked up to him with a half-smile and pushed him back down.
“I said you’re eating with me. I’m not letting you do anything but that. ”
“Why the fuck you so headstrong on eating with a nigga? You wanted me to leave you alone since day one now you in my goddamn face bothering the fuck out of me.”
“So? It’s always a gun in my face bothering me so what we talking ‘bout?” He rolled his eyes but stayed seated.
I walked back over to the stove and felt his gaze glued to my backside the entire time.
He gave me a compliment when I dressed in my red silk gown, so I figured why not try it again.
Today, I sported another one that couldn’t hide my shape if it tried.
The previous one concealed my assets, but this one was laced and revealed more than a little.
I wanted… no, I needed this man yearning for me by the end of the night.
Putting you out of commission then in cuffs is crazy work, but it’s the only thing that’s happening tonight for me to regain my freedom.
I plated our food and poured glasses of wine. A glass or two was all we needed to take it there. His eyes were finally doing something other than silently threatening me. I smirked knowing I was about to show out. He thought he wanted a bitch yesterday; I was about to make this nigga beg for it.
Placing his entree in front of him along with his glass of wine, I decided to sit across from him.
I could use some tricks to lure him back to talking shit and lusting openly.
When I was finally comfortable and seated, I placed my left hand on the table palm side up.
He knew what I wanted yet his gaze shifted from my face to my hand several times over.
“I thank God before I eat, Black.” He waved me off when I quickly reached across the table and grabbed it. I was the aggressor now, and I couldn’t deny how good it felt. I rattled off a prayer before letting him go.
He was hesitant on eating, so I used the opportunity to feed him.
I was doing the most but at the end of the day, he was a man, and I was bomb as fuck.
I was back on my feet and rounding the table.
I took a seat on the corner crossing my legs so they could be seen.
His eyes trailed from my shin up to my center.
He wasn’t hiding what captured his attention.
Picking up his plate, I scooped some food up on the fork and went to feed him.
He chuckled at my attempt while shaking his head.
“Who the fuck you take me for Brat? I may not talk numbers the way you do but a nigga talk body language just fine. You want me to lay dick in yo’ pretty ass and I have no problem doing so.
But what the fuck changed between yesterday and today?
You don’t know a nigga favorite number but ready to cum on my dick.
” He was throwing back all the bullshit I stated from the kitchen incident.
You’re smarter than you look, that’s for damn sure.
“I have no clue on what you’re talking about. I was just feeding you since you seem like you’re incapable of doing it yourself.”
“I’m capable of catching a fuckin’ nut by myself too and here you are offering yo’ fuck ass assistance.”
“I haven’t offered you anything, Black. I’m just—”
“Putting all this shit on display for me to look at, fantasize about, began to crave, then devour, right? Or am I tripping? Tell me you ain’t trying to set a nigga up right now.
” That coldness was loud and clear. His entire body radiated that shit and if I didn’t lie my ass off in this very moment, I was done for.
Fuck it, Che-Che. Put it on him right here and in the bedroom, too. Drained niggas can’t run.
Sitting the plate down, I uncrossed my legs and straddled his lap.
He didn’t move me or lay a finger on my body.
I sat there nervously thinking he would reject me, and I’d be back to square one.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in and took in his scent.
My lips brushed against his flesh and my kitty started to purr.
This wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable for me, but I found myself wanting more physical contact.
“What’s your favorite number, Black?”
“How many times can you cum?” he asked boldly.
“As many times as you need me to,” I answered. “My favorite color is brown by the way.”
“You got ‘bout thirty seconds to get the fuck off my lap before you find yo’ guts rearranged,” he warned me. For some reason, his words caused a tingle to surge and curiosity to spark. I was more than interested in seeing if that was possible.
“I’m not moving, so do with that what you may,” I challenged.
It was six in the evening with plenty of time to go at it. If being in my guts was the only way to tire him out, I was prepared for the ride. I had a business run and kids to help. This shit ended today!
“Fuck it,” he said securing me around his waist as he stood.
The food was swept off the table onto the floor.
In this moment, I couldn’t bitch about the mess he made.
The one upstairs was taken care of by the time I woke up this morning, so he heard what I said.
He was just stubborn. However, right now, he had one thing on his mind.
Making acquaintances with my perfectly waxed pussy.
I was sat on top of the table with my lingerie being ripped apart.
My breast was exposed as well as my six pack and his eyes showed nothing but lust. The way he looked at me was like no other man had.
I could feel the need for me underneath his touch.
To be so firm yet so gentle at the same time took skill. He touched me with a purpose.
Kisses were applied to my neck causing me to close my eyes briefly and enjoy it. Black did some horrible things but damn this felt so right. The laced thong that covered my wooha was also ripped from my canvas in one swift motion. I underestimated his strength for sure.
“Can yo’ body handle this, Brat?” he questioned barely above a whisper. His tone had my pussy leaking like a faucet.
“It can handle you, Black,” I answered bringing his mouth to mine. I hated kissing anyone that didn’t belong to me. However, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Towering over me and squeezing me every few seconds as he tried to swallow my tongue whole was the one thing I didn’t think would have me so clouded. He tasted good but felt better. I couldn’t hold back the moans escaping from my throat into his.
Breaking the kiss, he flopped down in his seat keeping his eyes on my chest. Pulling in his bottom lip, my feet were placed on the arm rest of the wooden chair.
My chest heaved up and down as the many thoughts flooded my mind.
It had been quite some time since I had a man take his time devouring the feast I held between my legs.
“Let me see how pretty she is,” he commanded.
My legs fell to the side with my pussy looking back at him. I could feel my juices seeping from my opening as the seconds went by. If anything had his attention, it was how wet I was. That was a shocker for myself as well.
“Rub one out.”
“Now, why would I do that when you can eat it out of me?” I challenged.
Smirking, he sat up in his chair, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and dove in. My head fell back the second his warm tongue glazed over my folds. I quivered under this niggas flesh wanting to ride his face for stability.
“Oouu, shit,” I moaned softly.
Hell done froze over because of me. Cheyonne, he’s eating them words right out of you right now.