7
Evelyn
Cedric and I were to the point where all we did was argue. I wholeheartedly regretted having had sex with him again, and after being at Kayla’s house and seeing how torn she was, I wasn’t about to go through with telling Cedric anything. Yes, the information about Jacoby was damaging. Cedric needed to know, but he damn sure wasn’t going to get any info from me. I was done with him. I continued to tell him that Kayla hadn’t said a thing to me about Jacoby or him.
“Stop lying, Evelyn,” he said while sitting comfortably in my living room. He was casually dressed in tan slacks and a peach shirt. His loafers had a shine, and so did his chocolate skin. It was late, so I was dressed in a pink, see-through pajama top that cut right at my thighs.
“I’m not lying to you, Cedric. She told me that she didn’t trust me. Said that she was still bitter about what happened. I can’t get the information you need, so you’re going to have to think of another way to get it.”
“You think so, huh? Now that you have a little change in your pocket, you feel as if you don’t need me. You feel as if you don’t have to come through for me, like I came through for you, right?”
“You’re making me feel as if I made a deal with the devil. I can’t tell you something that I don’t know. If you want me to lie to you, I will. There is no way for me to force Kayla to have a conversation that she doesn’t want to have. My suggestion to you is this. Go talk to her. Ask her about the letter you got from Paula that mentioned Jacoby. Maybe she’ll tell you something. Anything that will help you make sense of all of this. I’m just getting to the point where I can’t help you. I’ve done all that I can do, and when all is said and done, you did get a nice chunk of the money from Mr. and Mrs. Washington too.”
“Fuck money!” he shouted. “I don’t need no goddamned money! What I need is for you to step up and do what the fuck you told me you was gon’ do! You’re running out of time, and I’ve given you plenty of it. There will be consequences if you don’t follow through, bitch, and I’m just being honest.”
Like I’d told Kayla and Trina earlier, I was sick and tired of this. Tired of Cedric and his shit. And the name-calling was totally uncalled for. I stood, then walked to the door. With my hand on the knob, I turned to him.
“Cedric, please leave. I’m not doing this with you tonight. I’m tired as hell. I’ll keep talking to Kayla, but I don’t know what good it’s going to do. And if she says something to me that may interest you, I’ll be in touch.”
While wringing his hands together, he slowly got off the sofa and stretched. He strutted my way with narrowed eyes, then stood close to me at the door.
“Since you can’t seem to deliver on one thing, you will deliver on another. I’ve had a long day at work, and I need my dick sucked tonight. Bow down now, and watch your teeth.”
I moved my head from side to side. “I’m not in the mood tonight. Go home to Joy and ask her to suck your dick. I’m sure she’s wondering where you are, and your late nights in the streets probably concern her.”
Catching me off guard, Cedric reached back, then brought his hand forward to slap the shit out of me. He slapped me so hard that my hair shifted to one side. I was also moved a few inches away from the door.
“Don’t worry about what my woman can and will do for me at home. When I ask you to do something within reason for me, you’d better do it! Now, I’ve been real patient with yo’ ass, Evelyn. Real patient. Stop with the games and give me a little something in return.”
There was a time when I thought I was in love with Cedric. I had wanted to spend my life with him, have his children, and spend his money. Now I hated him. I hated everything about him, and his dick didn’t move me one bit. I lifted my finger, pointing it near his face. A mean mug was on my face, and I spoke through clenched teeth.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on me like that again! You got away with that shit once before, and now you think I’m down with it. I’m not, and trust me when I say if you do that shit again, I will cut your balls off, stuff them in your mouth, and watch you choke on them.”
He smirked at my comment, and then gave a loud laugh. “I believe you, ’cause you are one bad bitch. But get on your knees and send me out this door with some kind of smile on my face. That’s the least you can do after failing to give me the information I need. Maybe I do need to seek other alternatives. Tonight, though, I want some head, and I need some pussy. Joy is being kind of stingy with the goods. She suspects that I’ve been fucking someone else, but none of that matters. Her ass is on the way out the door real soon.”
It wasn’t as if he was doing me any favors by kicking her out. Cedric was a mess, but like always, in order to keep the peace, he got what he wanted from me. I didn’t drop to my knees until we were in the bedroom, and as I held his package in my hand, I started to get him back for slapping me earlier. But now wasn’t the time or the place. I locked my mouth on his shaft and sucked him until my jaws got tired. I had a headache from bobbing for so long, and I was thankful when I looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep. This was another opportunity for me to get back at him. It was such a shame that he underestimated me. He wasn’t the only one who had done so, and I lay there thinking that it was time for me to pay Charles another visit.
* * *
Two days later I found out about a grand opening event that Charles was expected to attend later that day. A new technology company was opening in St. Louis, and the company Charles worked for was one of the big donors. This time around, I had to pretend that I wasn’t there to see him. Basically, I was there for support, and plenty of people had been invited to come out and attend the all-white dress party to celebrate new jobs for our youth. I wasn’t sure if his wife would join him or not, but her presence wouldn’t bother me one bit. I was on a mission, and whenever I wanted something, nine times out of ten I got it. Money used to be the exception, but all I could say was, “Look at me now.”
I spent the whole day looking for the perfect dress. My hair had already been done, and it was still dark blonde. It was similar to Beyoncé’s, as were my curves. When I found a white dress that was sheer in some areas and covered with pearls and silk fabric in other areas, and had a plunging neckline and a long slit up the front, I suspected that Charles would rethink his position. The shoes I found were like Cinderella’s glass slippers. The crystal-like heels were almost five inches, and there were tiny diamond studs near the front. I was pleased with the whole outfit, and when I got home to try on everything, I felt ready for Hollywood Boulevard.
I tucked my purse underneath my arm, grabbed my keys, then headed to the event in my new silver Mercedes. I arrived at the Renaissance Hotel almost an hour late. Traffic was a mess, and because I didn’t want to be delayed any longer, I gave my keys to the valet and let the nice gentleman park my car. I headed to the ballroom where the event was being held, and right outside the door I saw groups of people dressed in white. I figured it would be difficult to find Charles, and I became totally convinced of this when I entered the ballroom and discovered that it was filled to capacity.
Several dressy round tables had been set up, a long buffet stretched from one corner of the room to the other, a band was playing music in another corner, and many of the people there were tuned in to a PowerPoint presentation that provided more information about the new technology company. I pretended to be tuned in too, especially since so many eyes were on me. Yes, there was a bunch of women standing around, hating, and none of them looked as good as I did in my dress. Several men nudged each other, and I saw one woman catch an attitude because her man kept looking in my direction. I guessed I was grateful to my mother for something. I definitely had her good looks. There was no question that she was, indeed, a beautiful woman. Too bad she didn’t know how to take advantage of what God had blessed her with, and it was such a shame that she had allowed my father to use her until he couldn’t do it anymore.
A little while later, along with everyone else, I waited in a long line to get some food. I started to converse with two ladies who stood in line with me, and then I joined them, along with several others, at one of the round tables.
For the next several minutes, I got my grub on and chatted with the women and the men at our table. The room filled up even more, and when I saw some of the VIPs take a seat up front, that was when I spotted Charles. My mouth dropped open. When I said he was sexy as hell, I truly meant it. The white tailored tuxedo he wore set his black ass off. Keith and Bryson didn’t have shit on ole dad, and judging by the way he strutted around and flashed his Crest smile, he knew he was all that. I searched the room, looking for Netta. There wasn’t a chance in hell that she had let him attend an event like this alone. If she was as supportive as he said she was, I was sure she was somewhere lurking in the crowd. As I sat there in a trance from looking at him, I felt a hot breath next to my ear.
“Do you mind if I ask you to step outside in the hallway so we can talk?”
I snapped my head to the side, only to see a brotha with long dreads and too much facial hair standing next to me. He was cute, but not cute enough to steal my attention away from Charles.
“Maybe later,” I said. “I’d really like to hear what’s going on, and I think some of the VIPs are about to speak.”
“Sure,” he said. “You’re looking good, girl, and I for sure want to catch up with you later.”
Two proper-talking women went to the podium and spoke first. Then Charles stepped to the podium and gave his little spiel about donating. The first person his eyes connected with was me. He squinted just to be sure that it was me. Then he turned his head in the other direction.
A hot and bothered, nosy woman next to me had to open her big mouth. “Why does he keep looking at you like that? Do you know him?”
“Uh, no, I don’t. But he sure is good to look at, isn’t he?”
“Girl, you ain’t said nothing but a word. That man if fine as hell! I would certainly enjoy some that.”
I hit her with “Exactly,” then got back to watching Charles.
It was a good thing that the band was still softly playing music and that the PowerPoint presentation was still keeping many people occupied. Charles was still speaking, but I ignored pretty much everything he said. I focused on those sexy lips, and every time he licked them, I felt a jab in my pussy. I looked at his big hands and visualized them touching my body. His dick print was on point, and when he stepped away from the podium for a few minutes, I got a clear glimpse of it. Most of the women in the audience looked like zombies and seemed to be in a trance, as I was. Their eyes were glued to him, and I was 120 percent positive that I wasn’t the only woman in the room with dirty thoughts in her head.
“So we’re very excited about this new venture,” he said. “And I welcome all of you, each and every one of you, to get behind this company and watch our youth grow.”
Applause erupted. Before walking away from the podium, Charles took one last glance at me. The music kicked up again, and numerous people rushed over to the buffet line to get more food. Charles made his way through the crowd, but he was stopped by so many people who wanted to talk, mostly men who sat in the VIP section. I saw several of them step into the wide hallway with him. That was when I got up and proceeded to make my move.
Displaying much confidence, I paraded down the hallway with my head held high. My hips swayed like Olivia Pope’s from Scandal, and my heels clacked on the floor. From a distance, I could see several of the men who were standing with Charles look my way.
As I approached the VIP circle of men, they began to part like the Red Sea. Heads turned, eyes zoomed in, and many of them wet their lips. Charles turned around too, and as soon as I walked by him, as if it was in the plan, a thirsty man spoke up.
“Slow down, beautiful, and drop your name on me,” he said.
“Forget it, man. She don’t seem like the kind of woman who would be interested in you. Maybe I need to introduce myself instead,” another man declared.
They laughed, and I stopped to flash a smile.
“Evelyn,” I said while observing some of the wealthy black men in my presence. I could smell the money, but only one of them was of great interest to me. “My name is Evelyn, and I am really happy to be here. I love what you all are doing for our youth, and, Mr. Washington, the speech you gave was simply amazing.”
He was the only one who wasn’t smiling. I didn’t want to entertain his little attitude right now, so I hurried to wrap this up.
“Gentlemen, please enjoy the evening. And thanks a million for the compliments.”
I strutted away, knowing for a fact that every last one of their eyes was on my backside. I had no panties on, and I was sure someone, maybe even Charles, had noticed. I went into the ladies’ room to check myself in the mirror. “Fucking fabulous” was written all over me. I washed my hands, dried them with a paper towel, and then left. As I made my exit, I ran right into Charles, who stood close to the door. His hands were in his pockets, and that same blank expression was on his face.
“Wha-what do you want from me, Evelyn? Is this how it’s going to be? Are you going to keep showing up at places where you know I’ll be, until I give you some attention?”
I kept it real with him. “You already know what I want, so no need to ask. And if you think I’m some kind of stalker, please rethink your thoughts. I’m here with a friend of mine tonight. He invited me to attend this special occasion with him. I had no idea you would be here, and quite frankly, I was shocked to see you. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to go back inside the ballroom. I’ve been gone for a while, and I’m sure my friend is looking for me.”
I attempted to walk away, but he snatched me by the arm. I looked at his hand tightly squeezing my arm, then shifted my eyes to his. He stared me down, then lifted his other arm to look at his gold watch.
“One hour,” he said. “In one hour meet me out front. You’ll recognize what kind of car I’m in, and if you’re not there in an hour, I’m leaving.”
I didn’t bother to reply. When he let go of my arm, I turned around and proceeded to walk, with a slight smirk on my face. All I could think to myself was, Got him.
I pranced around the ballroom, talking to people whom I did not know. Some of the conversations were interesting, but many were stirred up to waste time. And before I knew it, the long hand hit twelve and my hour was up. I said a few good-byes, exchanged numbers with several people, and promised this one lady whom I had been talking to that I would make a donation to her organization. After that, I walked outside. Sitting behind the steering wheel of a muthafucking Maybach was Charles. Dark shades covered his eyes, and with the slightly tinted windows, I could barely see him. I walked his way, and he unlocked the passenger door so I could get inside the car.
“Hurry up and close the door,” he said.
I shut the door, giving us all the privacy we needed. The soft leather seats were so comfortable that I felt as if my body was melting. I had never ridden in one of these cars before, and this was something special.
“Here’s the deal,” Charles said with arrogance. “I give you what you want, and I never want to see your face again. I thought that I’d already taken care of you, but obviously not. I don’t want you to mention anything about Bryson, and please don’t say anything about my wife. Got it?”
“I clearly do, but don’t sit there and pretend that you’re giving me everything that I want, when you know darn well that this is something that you want too.”
“Do I need to repeat what I just said?”
“No. And like I said . . . nice car.”
For the first time, Charles smiled. “Good girl,” he said. Then he sped off.
I wasn’t sure where we were headed, but it looked to me as if we were heading toward his office. He was speeding like crazy, and as we drove by many cars, people were trying to get a peek at who was inside his. Once we hit the highway, Charles tore it up. That was until we saw flashing lights behind us. He pulled over, and I watched through the side mirror as the cop got out of the car.
“You are in major trouble,” I said playfully. “And don’t ask me to help you pay that ticket, because it’s going to be very expensive.”
“I assure you that I won’t be getting any tickets today.”
“Would you like to put some money on that? I don’t care how much you’re worth. Your skin is still black.”
Charles lowered the window to address the officer. The first thing the officer did was peek into the car.
“License, insurance, and registration, please.”
“For what?” Charles said.
“You were speeding. Fast.”
“No I wasn’t. What I was doing was trying to keep up with the flow of traffic.”
“You were way ahead of traffic. Now again, I need to see your license, insurance, and registration.”
Charles tapped a button that opened a small compartment between us. He pulled out his license, then gave it to the officer. “I don’t have my insurance card on me, and my registration is in another vehicle. See what you can do to work with that.”
The officer took his license and then bent down to look at me again. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said. “What’s your name, and can I get some identification from you too?”
I reached for my purse, but Charles reached over and touched my hands. “You don’t need any identification from her. She’s not driving this car. I am.”
I didn’t want no shit, but it seemed to me as if Charles knew something that I didn’t.
The officer walked away with a slightly red face. I could tell he was pissed.
“See? You done really made him mad. He’s going to write you several tickets. And why would you not carry your insurance and registration papers with you?”
“My insurance and registration papers are right in this car. And I would have given them to him had he not approached my car with an attitude,” Charles replied, raising his window.
The officer came back in less than two or three minutes. Charles lowered the window again, and the officer handed him his license back.
“Have a good evening, sir. And slow it down a bit.”
“Will do,” was all Charles said, and then he looked both ways before taking off.
“Hold up,” I said. “What in the hell just happened back there? You were supposed to get a ticket. But all you got was a ‘Have a good evening, sir.’”
“Hey. Some of us got it, and some of us don’t. They definitely know who does, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.”
It left me pretty speechless too. I did, however, talk to Charles about Keith and Trina. He didn’t tell me that I couldn’t say anything about them. And all I asked was if he liked Trina and if he thought she would one day be his daughter-in-law.
“That’s for Keith to decide, not me. I don’t have an opinion about her one way or the other.”
“Do you think she’s cute? She’s a good friend of mine, but I promise not to tell her if you think she’s cute enough for your son.”
“If my son thinks she’s cute, that’s all that matters.”
“Do you expect me to believe that you don’t have any influence on your sons and their relationships? I don’t believe that for one minute, Charles. To me, it seems like you’re the kind of father who can say, ‘Jump,’ and they respond, ‘How high?’ Bryson is spoiled by his mother, not you. Am I right?”
“See, I asked you not to go there. I don’t discuss my family with strangers, so let it go and focus on something else.”
“I’m real focused. Focused on what I want and what I intend to get from this one night. The one thing that I would like for you to tell me is if you’re hard already or if you got a sock in your pants that’s making your thingy down there look massive.”
Charles didn’t want to laugh, but he did. Shook his head, too, and then pulled into the parking garage at his office building. He turned to me with his index finger pressed against his temple.
“How can you say something like that to a grown-ass man? And for the record, the only socks I have on me are on my feet. You’re a mess, Evelyn, but there’s something intriguing about you that I like. And even though I like it, I don’t want no parts of it after today. Promise me that you won’t continue to pursue me.”
“I’m bad with promises, and I often break them. Besides, even if I did make you that promise, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“No, I wouldn’t. But I will make you a promise that I intend to keep. If my wife or sons ever find out about this one-night adventure, I will, indeed, make you disappear.”
I ran my fingers across my lips, zipping them. “Your secret is safe with me.”
I followed Charles inside the building, but instead of going up in the elevator, we went down. Down into the basement, which made me a little nervous. For a minute, I thought he was tricking me. I also thought he was going to do something horrible to me, until we stopped in front of another door, which prompted him to provide a code. Charles quickly punched in a few numbers, and the door slid open. I didn’t know where in the hell we were, and I couldn’t believe this Negro had some kind of underground bunker that was set up like a real apartment. That made me even more nervous, and I hoped that he wouldn’t break out with any Fifty Shades bullshit. I wasn’t into whips or chains. Just didn’t get down like that, though I meant no offense to people who did.
I watched as Charles entered another code, which secured the door behind us. Talk about a nigga being discreet . . . He definitely was and then some. I was sure that Netta had no idea about this place. And that was why I didn’t buy that bullshit about him loving his wife and never betraying her. Most men with money, like Charles, did what the hell they wanted to. There wasn’t enough love in the world to stop them from delving into a piece of pussy if they desired it.
“Well, well, well,” I said, looking around at the spacious area that was hooked up like some shit right out of a James Bond movie. There was a lounging area, a bar area, and a section that had a Jacuzzi and a TV. A small boardroom was behind a wide expanse of glass, and a beautiful aquarium surrounded the entire space. If I told anybody about this, they wouldn’t believe me. Cameras were everywhere, and I also saw a room that monitored several different places. I had no idea what those places were, but as I began to look harder, Charles picked up a remote and shut that room down, turning it pitch black.
“Let me guess,” I said. “CIA, right?”
“No. RTF,” he replied, then took off his suit jacket and tossed it on a leather circular sofa.
“It will take forever for me to figure that out, and I think I may need some help.”
“Yes, you do.”
He stepped forward to remove my dress. After moving the top of it away from my shoulders and exposing my breasts, he asked me to turn around so he could unzip it. I did so, and when my dress fell to my ankles, I stood naked. He walked in a circle, observing every inch of my body as I stood there.
“Flawless,” he said, stopping in his tracks. “Unquestionably flawless, and I am so RTF.”
It took me a minute, but as he grabbed a nice chuck of my ass and shook it, I finally got it. “I’m ready to fuck too. Lead the way and allow me to serve you.”
Charles took my hand and directed me down a short hallway that led to a bedroom. I stood in awe as I looked at the huge round bed that was fit for a king. I honestly did not know what in the hell this man did, but I had to admit that it felt good being in his presence. The whole room was shaped like a circle. The bed sat elevated in the center of the room, and a spacious tub was to my right. To the left was a curved TV, and another bar area was beside it. An open shower was visible too. Glass surrounded it, and it was large enough for at least twenty people to stand inside it. This was so breathtaking, and as I stood with a shocked look on my face, Charles crept up behind me. He massaged my breasts together, and I couldn’t even explain what the feeling of his gentle hands was doing to me.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered in my ear. “About my sock?”
I laughed, but trust me when I say that it was no laughing matter when he dimmed the lights, removed his clothes, laid me on that bed, and introduced me to his sock. I had never in my life tampered with a dick so big. I had to back away from that thing, because I thought he was trying to slip something else inside me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, scooting back. “What is that?”
Charles stood with pride. My eyes traveled to his package, and all I could say to myself was, Lord, have mercy on me. I had never witnessed anything like it. He planned to rupture my insides with that motherfucker. I quickly had second thoughts about this.
“Listen,” I said while sitting up on the bed, “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. You are not about to put all of that in me. I assure you that it won’t fit, and if it won’t fit, I must acquit.”
“I’m not going to let you do that, because you went through so much trouble to get me here. And now that I’m here, you don’t want it? The least you can do is try to work with it. As creative as you are, I’m sure you can come up with something to help you cope.”
I had a feeling that this was the end of my sex life. A dick that size could damage me for life. Nonetheless, after he put on a condom, I took my chances. I allowed Charles to take it real slow, but after he journeyed eleven or twelve inches deep, I couldn’t even move. My whole body stiffened. My pussy felt as if it was being stretched far, far apart. How in the hell was Netta able to handle all of this? She was brave, and I had to give her props. How could she have had two kids by this man, and why had she agreed to spend the rest of her life with him? This was too much! He kept planting soft kisses on my neck to calm me, but those kisses didn’t do much good. I touched his chest to push him back.
“I—I can’t do this. As much as I want to, I have to admit that I am way out of your league.”
Frustration was written all over Charles’s face. “Stop talking about what you can’t do, and show me what you can do. I’m going to ease it out and let you take control of this. Whatever you do, don’t waste my time. Please. And thank you.”
Well, since he had put it like that, I put my big girl panties on and did my best to take control. I started by getting on top of Charles. My legs straddled him, and as I looked between my legs, I could see his long, hard pipe, which damn near surpassed the top of my breasts. My wet coochie lips coated one side of his shaft, and when I was ready to take in a few inches, I lifted myself up high. One inch went in, then two. Two turned into five; then five switched to ten. He was about twelve inches deep again when I started to feel the pain.
“Don’t get greedy,” he said, helping to guide me. “Take it easy, and after a few more inches, you’ll be just fine.”
Shit. Not in this lifetime. I worked with what I could for a while, and I doubted that I would be able to take him all in. My pussy was sore as fuck. Even though his strokes felt nice, it was very difficult to enjoy a man this size. I could hurt myself by chasing this dick, and I now knew why this room was in a bunker, where no one could hear. Any woman who was brave enough to come down here and fuck him had to scream and holler. There was no way to stay silent, and as I moved up and down on him, my mouth stayed open. I had to catch my breath after spewing words like “shit,” “fuck,” and “damn.” Every time I made a safe landing, there I was, singing vowels and saying words that echoed loudly in the room.
“Ooh, mmm, aahhh, noooo. Please don’t move, and give me a minute.”
As Charles halted his thrusts inside me, I remained still. I released several deep breaths; then I tackled him again.
“Aahhh, yesss, yes, baby, yes! I think I’m ready for more!” I yelled.
Charles lifted his hand and covered my mouth. “Let’s try something different,” he said. “You may not like the idea of it, but it’s going to help you get through this a lot easier.” He removed his hand from my mouth.
“I don’t know what else I can do, but I’m listening,” I said.
“Allow me to secure your arms and legs. That way you can’t stop me. You won’t be able to prevent me from doing all that I want to do to you, and all we have is a few more hours together. Why not take advantage of the time and enjoy ourselves a bit more?”
I was hesitant, but what the hell? You only lived once, and I was eager to get to a point where I could thoroughly enjoy this. I held my arms together in front of me.
“Secure me. And try like hell not to hurt me.”
I slid off Charles and watched as he got off the bed and went into another room. He came back with four ropes, which he used to tie my wrists to the bed, and with my legs spread wide, he tied my ankles.
“You can get loose if you struggle hard enough, but please don’t try too hard. I want you to withstand as much pain as you can, and then you will discover how much easier this will be.”
This time, Charles lay on top of me and pecked my lips, giving me a soft kiss. I wanted to rub the back of his head, but I couldn’t. I also wanted another kiss, so I lifted my head and stuck my tongue into his mouth. The kiss was all of that and then some. I didn’t know why he held back on me, but it definitely relaxed me. So did the feel of his tongue as he licked down my neck, journeyed between my breasts, and landed in my belly button. He entertained that spot for only a few minutes, and then his tongue turned up the heat in my pussy. A very high arch formed in my back; then I pulled tightly on the ropes. The feeling was so intense that I attempted to free my legs so I could wrap them around him.
“Oh, my God,” I said, squirming around. “Help me, please.”
Charles backed his tongue out of me, making sure I was soaking wet. He turned the tip of his thick head against my hole, as if he were about to screw it in. The feel of it made me tremble all over, and without breaking down his insertions so that he went inch by inch, he rammed the whole thing inside me. My whole body jerked forward. My stomach was in so much pain. I let out a scream that was sure to bust his eardrums. Tears ran from the corners of my eyes. That was when he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Warning,” he said. “I need to do that again.”
He backed out and went full force again and again. I grunted loudly after each thrust and tugged at the ropes to attempt to free myself. No such luck. He repeated his actions, and each time he went in, it felt like I was being operated on without being given anesthesia. His dick touched something in my body that I didn’t know was there. But eventually, it started to feel real good to me. My grunts got softer and softer, and my pussy juices rained on him like never before.
“I told you, you could handle this,” he said while rubbing my trembling legs. “It’s in there, baby, all the way in there, and there’s no need to fuss anymore. Relax and let your legs fall apart so I can give you what you wished for.”
Charles gave me just that—a good ole dick beating, along with multiple orgasms. His strokes started off smooth and slow, but as things started to loosen up more, he didn’t hold back. My sweaty body squirmed all over the bed, and several times I fought hard to jump off it. The ropes helped to keep me in place. And after almost twenty minutes of being beat down by his penis, I finally felt some relief. I ground right along with him. Locked my coochie on his muscle and didn’t want to let go. When he freed my hands, I got on my hands and knees to show him just how courageous I was. But no matter how hard I tried to please him, he wound up defeating me. Broke my pussy down to an all new low. Had me spewing made-up words that were no part of the English language. I couldn’t be mad, because I had asked for this, all of it, and he’d given me that and then some.
At almost four in the morning, it was over. Done. Complete. And there was never supposed to be seconds. I could barely walk. Pussy felt loose, and my back hurt like hell. Charles walked behind me as we made our way back to his car.
“I know a good doctor you can go to, if you need one,” he said in a playful manner.
I was exhausted and barely had enough strength to laugh at his joke. “No, thank you. Keep your doctor, and you can keep that dick too. I won’t be needing anything else like that for at least another year or two from now.”
“I doubt that, and all I will say about that is we’ll see.”
We got into his car, and almost forty-five minutes later, we were back at the hotel. He dropped me off so I could get my car and go on my merry little way. As I slowly exited his car, he reached for my arm.
“Damn. A man can’t have one last kiss before you go? You shouldn’t even be like that, especially after all that I gave you tonight.”
I could barely lean in for a kiss. It was a quick one too, and so was my final good-bye. I waved at him, then shut the door. Walked slowly to my car, drove slowly home, and took a long, hot bath when I got there. I damn near fell asleep while closing my eyes and thinking about this night, which I would never forget. Too bad I couldn’t share it with my BFF’s. Trina, for sure, would kill me.