Wren #2
“Either you is or you ain’t,” he said as he stepped around the marble island.
Now that the lights were back on, I can fully take in the beauty of the kitchen.
The appliances are state of the art, looking like a chef should be gracing this kitchen.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a double fridge before in person. It’s huge.
Reaching into the oven, he pulled out a plate and set it on the island. “Sit,” he instructed me. I eased onto the barstool and sat at the island. The plate has smothered chicken, white rice, green beans and a roll. It smelled good as fuck.
“Who made this?” I asked him as he handed me a fork.
“Does it matter?”
“Yo’ girlfriend made this for you?” My brow lifted to my hairline as I gazed at him.
I knew exactly what I was doing. He wasn’t telling me much about him, so I was prying for answers.
Ain’t no way a man as fine as him was walking around here single.
Some might think the same about me, but I’m fresh out of a relationship.
“Unless you snuck yo’ ass in here and made that shit, nah.”
“Me?” I poked myself in the chest with my thumb and cocked my head.
“Yeah, you.” He picked up the roll and stuffed it into my mouth before I was able to respond. I bit into it and placed it back onto the plate.
After chewing and swallowing, I said, “I wasn’t aware that I was in a relationship.”
“What the fuck did you think we were doing?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what you called yourself doing. I didn’t ask for any of this.”
“You thought that I just agreed to take you for fun?” He removed the fork from my fingers and sliced the chicken.
It broke effortlessly. Picking up a piece, he brought it to my mouth.
My eyes searched his. I needed to know what his real motives for me were.
Opening my mouth, I allowed him to put the food inside.
I savored it all. Chicken tasted like something I’d go to a restaurant and order.
“Mhm, this good,” I complimented and took the fork away from him. At this point, I didn’t need any more convincing to eat this food. I’m speechless.
“Thanks,” left his lips. I couldn’t believe that he’d actually cooked this.
“What’s that around yo’ wrist?” My eyes zeroed in on the black fabric again. I’d been meaning to ask him from when I first saw it, but it slipped my mind.
“Yo’ bra strap.”
I choked on the rice, and he handed me a bottle of water. Eternal. Perfect choice. That’s some of the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my life. Tried it one time, and I’d never go back to another.
“Why are you walking around with my bra strap on yo’ wrist?”
“You need to be minding yo’ business.”
“Uh, hello… it’s my bra strap. I think that is very much my business.”
I gulp down half the water and sat there, waiting for a response that I never got. After finishing the food, I got up and cleaned my plate and fork. It’s the least I can do since he allowed me into his home.
“If you’re so scared of bad weather, why stay in a trailer?
” I turned around from the sink and Maniac was standing mere inches away from me.
He closed the gap between us and my heart damn near leaped out of my chest. My fingertips glided his abs, coursing up to the Maniac tattoo etched in the center of his chest.
Our gaze synced, and I asked, “Are you really certified?” I’ve seen him do some unhinged things when it came to me, but that doesn’t mean that he operates that way completely.
Hooking my chin, he tilted my head and asked, “Wanna find out?”
Desperately.
For whatever insane reason, I wanted to see just how crazy he can get.
My heartbeat can be felt through my pussy now.
It’s been so long since I’ve yearned for a man other than Cassius.
I want Maniac to touch me. Kiss me. In all the places that he’s not supposed to be.
Clean every nook and cranny of me with his tongue.
The middle of the pajama pants dampened.
I knew then that I need to get away from this man.
“I think it stopped raining,” I spoke and slipped from between him and the sink. Of course, I didn’t make it far. He’d caught me by the wrist and pulled me back into his frame. His dick is hard. Rock hard. Pressing against my right ass cheek.
God.
That’s about the only person that can help me right now. All of my common sense is slipping out the window.
His free hand pressed against my lower abdomen and slowly eased up over my left breast and didn’t stop ’til it made it to the front of my neck. Leaning his mouth down by my ear, he said, “I told you that you gon’ stop fighting it. Give into the chaos.”
Chaos wasn’t me. I kept things simple—maintained.
Peace was what I’ve been living by. The exact reason why I was able to give up on Cassius so easily.
He didn’t bring me calm and if he disrupted my peace, he had to go.
That doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt or anything.
I’ve lived my life without him before I met him, and I was gon’ live my life without him after him.
Maniac is trying his best to bring madness into my life and no matter how much I try to fight it, it seems inevitable.
Spinning around in his arms, I cupped his face and smothered his lips with mine. It may have been the worst decision that I’ve made in a while, but hell, if I can’t beat him, I might as well join him.
Maniac scooped me up underneath the arms and rested me on top of the island.
His hands tugged the t-shirt up, temporarily breaking our kiss, giving me a bit of air and he tossed it to the floor.
Looking me dead in the eyes, he said, “You’ve always been mine.
Once I’m inside you, that’s it. There’s no going back.
You gon’ activate my crazy, and I hope you can handle that shit.
” His index finger brushed against my nipple, and I sank my teeth into my lower lip.
Him speaking to me in that manner only made me crave him even more when it should’ve been the complete opposite. “I don’t share, and I don’t let go.” His lips embraced the corner of my chin.
“Mmhmm,” I shut my eyes and moaned. “I love a selfish man.”
His hand slipped in between my thighs. I’m certain that he can feel the warmth and moisture from my pussy. “Look at me,” he told me, and my eyes popped open. “Tell me something… can you survive the heart of a maniac?”
“Yes,” escaped my lips as if it was nothing. I didn’t know the first thing about being with a man of his caliber, but right now, my pussy is doing the talking and all I want is for him to put out this fire he started between my thighs.
He gripped the top of the pajama pants, and I lifted just enough for him to tug them down. They dropped to the floor at his feet. He nudged my legs opened and stared at my pussy as if he was observing Mona Lisa on the wall in an art gallery.
“You sure this what you want?”
“Yes.”
He yanked me to the edge of the counter and softly kissed my inner thigh.
His touch and his kisses didn’t align with the type of man he was.
Maniac dove headfirst into my pussy as if he’d jumped off a diving board.
The way he licked my clit was like he was in the running for a gold medal.
His tongue dipped inside my folds, and he tenderly sucked on my clit.
Just from the lil sample I got from him, I can tell that he was about to be one of the best head hunters I’ve ever experienced.
I gripped the edge of the island, fingers turning white as I ground my pussy in his face.
The only thing on my mind is climaxing. “That’s it, make this pussy cum,” I moaned, tilting my head back.
The moans leaving his lips as he devoured me like I was his last meal…
Jesus. I’ve never heard a man moan before.
It’s something that I never knew I needed ’til now.
My legs quaked. My heart rate is a million a minute. That orgasm washed over me like a demon was possessing me.
“Yes, Maniac! Yes! I’m cu-cumming! Oh my God! Fuck!”
The way that man had me screaming for dear life, I’ve never spoke out like that before during sex, especially not oral. He had the nerves to say that I was gon’ activate his crazy, but I indeed feel as if it’s gon’ be the other way around.
He lifted his head from between my legs with his entire bottom half of his face glistening in my juices. I stared at him. Chest heaving. Not knowing what to do next.
Maniac whipped his dick out and it was beautiful, standing at full attention. Pre cum seeped from the head of it. All I wanted was to see how delightful he tasted.
“You’re excited.” I jumped down off the counter and dropped straight to my knees. Removing my glasses, I placed them on the counter behind me and gripped his dick with both hands. Maniac took my glasses and slipped them right back onto my face. “I want you to give me head with ’em on.”
“Uh, okay.”
Coughing up a mouth full of saliva, I spit on his dick and massaged him. Opening my mouth as wide as it would go, I eased him inside, feeling his head touch the back of my throat.
“Look at me while you swallow it.” I stared up at him, feeling my juices flow. He was demanding. Connected with me intimately on another level.
I gagged on his dick, and moisture filled my eyes. Saliva trickled from the corners of my mouth and snot seeped from my nose. I’m sure it wasn’t a beautiful sight for him, yet he still looked down at me like I was the most gorgeous thing in the world.
Gripping my ponytail, he roughly fucked my throat, and I was here for it. His seeds shot down my throat, and he pulled my mouth off his dick. Still rock hard as if he didn’t just cum. This man was operating like he was on some form of drugs. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life.
I lifted to my feet, and he turned me where my back faced him. My hands slapped the counter as he lifted my right leg and placed his dick at my opening.
“What about a condom?” I asked, gently pushing him back off me. I’ve always practiced safe sex.
“Fuck a condom. You belong to me.”
“But we haven’t gone to get tes—” The sentence couldn’t even fully make it from my lips before I felt Maniac enter me. All my thoughts had gone out the window. I found myself tossing my ass back on his dick. It filled up every inch of me, pressing against my insides.
“That’s right. Shut the fuck up,” he groaned. “This mine. Only mine, and if I ever catch anyone sniffing ’round my shit, I’ll kill ’em. Play with me if you want to.”
“Oh, it’s yours, babe! Only yours!” My pussy gushed on him, letting him know that the words I spoke were valid.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life.
“Shit.” I gripped my own hair, damn near pulling it out.
His hand wrapped around my throat, intensifying the climax that has been building ever since he entered me.
“Let that shit go. I feel it. Cum for me.”
“Fuuuuuuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I creamed all over his dick.
Maniac yanked me off, lifted me up in the air and sucked all my nut out my pussy. He licked and slurped on my pussy. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“You’re a naughty boy. You love this pussy don’t you?”
He moaned in response to me and my legs quivered again. A demon had to have taken over my body for me to be reacting to him in this manner.
“Gooooooood!” Another orgasm took over my frame. Maniac didn’t even wait for me to finish climaxing before he slammed me down on his dick. “Shit!” I sucked my lower lip into my mouth and stared him in the eyes as he thrust inside me.
“Where you been all my life?” I asked him, not really wanting the answer to the question.
Cupping his face, I collided our lips. It wasn’t long after that I came for a third time.
That’s the most I’ve ever cum during sex.
Maniac released inside me and planted me back on my wobbling legs.
He didn’t speak another word, just walked out of the kitchen.