March 19, 2022 #2
“It was great chatting with you all. I think I’m about to call it a night.
” I put on a fake smile. The yawn that escaped my mouth as I did it must have been a paid actor, but it was right on time.
I always left events before they ended, but tonight, this conversation and my contemplation of whether I wanted to go to Zoe’s room stopped me from disappearing.
A couple of months ago, this would have been a no-brainer.
But now, I have to admit that these last few months of being alone have done wonders for my overall mood and mental health.
Throwing caution to the wind as I always did, I went to his contact and unblocked him.
Me: What room did you say again?
Zoe: Floor 15, Room 1562
I didn’t respond, just rounded the corner, and pressed the elevator to go upstairs.
A woman on the elevator smiled at me brightly as soon as the door opened.
“It’s so nice to meet you, and I know I’m in my pajamas, but do you mind if I take a picture with you?” She questioned.
“I don’t,” I smiled as I leaned in toward her and took a photo with her. I held my pose, letting her get the best angle as she snapped a couple of pictures.
“Goodnight,” I said to her as she got off the elevator on her floor.
“Goodnight!” She called over her shoulder and disappeared behind the closed doors as the elevator ascended.
I know this comes with the territory of my position. Especially with all that I had overcome to get here. That’s also the reason why I had to move carefully, because being known is exactly what would ruin me.
I walked down the hallway until I made it to the room that he had given me.
I knocked quickly and lightly and waited for him to open the door.
This time, he was out of business attire, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I groaned as I saw the imprint of his whole dick lying underneath it.
“I’m glad you came to see me, Cherie.”
I nodded and turned to him with a grin. “I’m sure.”
We laughed.
He stopped me just shy of the chair. He knelt down to take my shoes off for me. I leaned against the console in the room and let him. He undid the straps carefully, peppering kisses over my ankles and up my thigh.
Then he stood and reached behind me and unzipped the back of my gown. I stepped out of it, and he sat on the ottoman in front of the bed. He took off his towel; his dick was already erect, and it was big. I shook my head at the sight of it. He stroked it as he sat in front of me.
“Play with your pussy for me, get ready for me, Cherie.” He said as he continued to fist his dick.
I slid back on the console and propped one foot up on it; his eyes stayed between my legs. He groaned once I put my finger into my mouth and then circled my clit with it.
Li tèlman bèl. (It’s so pretty) He complimented.
The Creole was sexy. Talk to me nice, my pussy is bilingual now.
He guided me through pleasing myself.
“It’s wet for me, Cherie. Put your finger in it.” He instructed. The entire time, he stroked his dick.
My fingers were submerged in my slick walls. My pants grew louder and took him over the edge because he came with a loud grunt. He grabbed the towel and cleaned the mess before he got a condom and rolled it down his thick shaft. It was a tight fit, but it went on.
“Move your hand, you ready for me?” He asked me as he picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and positioned himself at my entrance.
He entered me softly but powerfully, and my eyes twitched a little bit when he was completely buried inside of me.
“What the fuck…” He groaned as he bottomed out. “Damn, you gone make me crazy about you.”
He fucked me, and he can fuck. There’s a difference.
Because not everyone has that skill. He was a Haitian dick thrower.
At one point, he put a pillow underneath my stomach and told me to arch my back.
Then he grabbed my arm and put it behind my back and fucked me until I came.
Then he put me in another position and fucked me so good that I was almost hanging upside down and he was still fucking me.
He kept talking to me in Creole. I didn’t understand a word he said, but every time he whispered something in my ear, I got wetter.
“Mwen renmen kaka sa a, Cherie. Bouboun sa a modi twò bon. Ou pral fè m fou nèt. Vin dechaje sou gwo kòk mwen.” (This pussy is so good, Cherie. You’re going to make me crazy, cum on my dick.) He begged.
His mouth was pressed against my ear as he nibbled on the lobe of it.
I came hard, and so did he, filling up the condom inside of me.
He dug his nails into my skin as I clenched my walls around him as he came.
Then I groaned as he rolled to the side of me, his eyes low with lust. After a few beats, I heard him get up and go into the bathroom.
I used all my energy to roll to the side of the bed. I went into the bathroom to freshen up after he did. When I came out, I started to get dressed.
“Where you going, Cherie?” He asked.
“My driver is still downstairs waiting for me,” I said.
He came to me, gripped my waist, and then kissed my forehead.
“I want to see you again.” He made it clear.
“Call me.” I smiled.
He nodded, and then I grabbed my things and walked out the door. In the hallway, I saw I had a million missed calls from Big A. I had completely forgotten to let him know that I wouldn’t be right out. I knew I needed to apologize to him.
I walked through the lobby and called him when I neared the front to let him know to come get me.
I could hear in his tone how agitated he was by me, and this time, I couldn’t blame him.
When he pulled up to the front of the hotel, he got out and opened the door.
I was going to apologize to him once we were inside the truck, but instead of letting me get in, he grabbed my arm.
It was just after midnight, and I’d been missing for the better part of three hours. I could feel the steam coming from him.
He called me by my first name instead of “Boss Lady.”
“I know, I know. I am so sorry.” I apologized. I know his heart must have dropped when the event cleared up and I was nowhere to be found. “I had completely forgotten to let you know I was going to be a while.”
“I’m not mad about what you do in your spare time. So, this not about that. I shut down this whole hotel for you until your location could ping. Don’t ever do that shit again. Aight?” He barked.
“I said I’m sorry.” I scoffed as I got into the back seat of the truck with an attitude for being scolded. But still, I know I was as wrong as two left feet, so I didn’t give him any pushback.
He pulled away from the curb with a little more animosity than normal.
I've pissed off my work husband. I chuckled at the thought out loud, making him cut his eyes at me with a nasty stare. I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him, so I just occupied myself with my phone until we made it to my house.
He didn’t even say goodnight, but I didn’t expect him to.
When I made it upstairs and faced the mirror, I knew A was lighter on me than he should have been.
Because I looked exactly like what I had gone through in that room with Zoe while he was panicking and trying to find me.
My hair was a complete mess, I had a passion mark on my chest, an eyelash was missing, and I smelled like Creed.
I made a mental note to give him a gift as an olive branch.
Thinking of Zoe made me go to my text messages and block him again.
When he fucked me upside down, I knew exactly why that woman was trailing him over the streets of Chicago, and I didn’t need that negativity in my life.
Anyhow, I’m going to bathe and call it a night.
Sak Passe,
The Heaux