AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (42 page)

I think he wanted to let me know what I was getting myself into, but I already knew that. I didn’t know the extent of what he went through, but I had a cousin that had come back a little different from the war. He was always caustic, but now he was sarcastic and didn’t mind getting into trouble just because. I could sense that Holden had that same penchant for violence, but he wasn’t allowing it to get a hold of him like my cousin had.

“I’m glad that you understand. It’s just that sometimes I feel alone and I look for anything that I can find to make those nightmares go away. I’m not sure that you’re going to believe me, but I feel that you and I have a connection. You’re the first one that I’ve ever found that has taken me out of my comfort zone. I look at you and all those thoughts about danger and destruction wash away in an instant. I can’t explain it and I don’t think that I will ever be able to. Trust me, it’s not the main reason why I come here every night, but it is part of it.”

I found myself bumping into the stove and the flashes of lighting in the kitchen gave an eerie red glow that made me feel like I was doing something naughty.

I took off his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on the metal table that had already been sanitized clean by Timothy before he left. I undid his buttons, seeing one scar over his heart that was livid and scary. I kissed it, hoping that I would make it better, but knowing that it was just a metaphorical kind of healing process.

“I have to tell you, Holden. I’ve been thinking about this for some time. Maybe I shouldn’t be admitting this, but I never felt all that attractive growing up. Kids can be cruel and I have a condition that makes it impossible for me to lose weight. I don’t gain any. I just don’t lose any either. I see the way that you look at me and it makes me feel wanted and sexy. That is a feeling that I don’t get often from men of your color. I don’t mean that to be prejudice, but I found that brothers of my own skin tone are where I get the most attention.”

He was allowing me to set the pace, going after his belt and taking it off, before wrapping it around his neck to pull him down for a kiss that left him almost breathless.

“I guess I’ve always had a fetish for women of color. I never really considered a serious relationship with one, but I find you absolutely irresistible. I can’t even think straight around you. Sometimes I feel tongue-tied and I can’t even speak around you. This blackout is a godsend because it gave me a reason to reach out and do something about what I was feeling.” He kissed me and we tangled with each other, until finally I had my hand down his pants.

His equipment was hard, a good nine inches, and thick enough that it was going to give me a ride worth my money. I was in for a good time, but I didn’t know how much, until he moved to his knees.

I easily stripped off the apron, pulling down my pants by releasing the string and letting gravity take them away. I stepped out of it and then he pressed his face against my mound. He gave me light kisses until his tongue came out to play.

“Holden, you don’t have any idea how long it’s been, since somebody has done that. I’ve been…oh my God…so caught up in my work…yes, just a little bit more. You’re doing it exactly the right way. Just do that…yes…do that.”

His tongue had moved in for the kill and I could feel it going ever deeper with each movement his face made against me. My juices were now coating his scruff and making him glisten in the storm’s light, as a reminder of how excited he was making me. I had not cum yet. This was just a prelude to a more explosive discharge.

“I hope that you know what you’re doing,” I breathed. “What you’re doing to me. You have a talent and you don’t need me telling you what to do.” That last word was punctuated with a moan that made me throw my head back with my hair whipping wild around me.

My screams were animalistic and primal, something that you would hear when wild animals went after each other in mating season. I had one leg over his shoulder, the meaty thigh hanging there, while he feasted on me with abandon. He didn’t stop. Most guys, even brothers, would think one orgasm was more than enough foreplay. Not Holden. He was pushing my boundaries now, until I was on the edge and ready to go over it again.

“You taste like fine wine on a hot afternoon,” he muttered into me. “You might be too much for me to handle.”

With those words, he continued his exploration of my flesh. He deserved all the credit in the world for learning from whatever mistress had given him a road map to the female anatomy. Those plans were secret and only a few select knew exactly what they were doing down there. I lost it. I grabbed his head and force fed him my juices, making him suffocate inside of me.

I pushed him away with my hands, oversensitive with what he had done and looking down at his smiling face and the way that his tongue licked at my juices on his lips. There was no denying that this man, in his forties, had a unique understanding of what it took to make me his personal plaything.

He stepped up to me and I reached down to hold him and knew that he was very close to the end of his rope. A few tentative strokes and squeezes and he was now grunting his reply and filling my hand with his seed. That hot touch made me almost orgasm off all over again, but I had already done that twice now. I needed a moment to compose myself.

And then he went off on me, draining his desire into my hand.

“I’m sorry,” he told me. “I guess you had me too excited. Don’t worry; I won’t have any problem getting it up again.”

I thought that was a bold claim to make, but then it started to rise in my hand, with his offering still sticking to my fingers. I helped him get hard again with gentle touches mixed with hard, rough strokes.

“You really shouldn’t do that. I want to fuck you.” He was using my words against me and I could barely think. “You are amazing and I think that I’m a lucky man to be with you. I’ve always considered you something of a conquest, but over time I started to have real feelings for you that went beyond just sex.”

I felt the same. “You don’t know what that means to me, Holden.” I was using his first name now, something that I had promised myself I wouldn’t do unless I was more intimately acquainted with the gentleman. This certainly counted.

I had been hoping that there was something more here than just him coming in for food, but I really wasn’t prepared for the reality. It took me by surprise, pulled me into the wake of his gravity and there was no way that I was going to get away anytime soon

Chapter three

I don’t know how long he stood there and looked at me, but I didn’t want to take away anything that we had done together. So far, it had been very tame, but I had a feeling that things were going to amp up in a hurry.

His cock was pointing to the spot between my legs again, the spot that he was craving more than the air that he was breathing. I had to admit that I wanted more of what he could give me and I was quite happy to see that his overagitated state had become something of a pillar of manhood.

“I’ve always been like this, Avril. I guess I’ve never grown up. My girlfriends used to tire out before me. Some just couldn’t handle it. They called me a horn dog, because I could get it up at the drop of a hat. It wasn’t just because I was excited. I think I was just born this way and even a warm breeze can get my attention in a very nasty way. I will say that looking at you and knowing that there is more of you to love has only made it more difficult for me to stand here and do nothing.”

I could feel his cock head touching the lips and the heat of my secreat crease. That must’ve been too much for him to take.

He speared me with a long drawn out moan coming from my lips. I couldn’t help it and that thing was made for my body in more ways than one. I let him take the lead, holding on to my hips and lifting my legs, so that they were over his shoulders. He was standing in between them, looking me in the eyes, as he buried himself. He let me adjust to his size, but he didn’t have to worry about that. My pussy had stretched to accommodate his girth and the wetness of my excitement was helping pave the way for a more expedient release of his manly seed. I held onto his shoulders, hooked my legs around his waist and hung on for a hot nasty fuck that was taking my breath away.

“I want you to really fuck me, Holden. Don’t hold back. Give me everything that you have. I want to feel it deep and I want you to continue to fuck me, until I can’t stand. I want to be walking with a limp afterwards and a smile on my face that I just couldn’t wipe off. Do it, bring out the woman in me. I want to feel you stir my orgasm to the surface and then make me explode. Over and over. Yes. Yes. I know that is what you want to do! What’s wrong? Oh, what’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

He still didn’t move, staring at me like he couldn’t believe that I was actually with him. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this. It’s wrong of me to use my position as your soon to be husband in this way. I know that you say that you want this, but I think that deep down you’re only doing it because you think you’re obligated to. I think that I should leave, before I go any further than this.”

He tried to pull free, but my legs were locked like a vice around him. As much as he tried, he was not going anywhere without giving me what I wanted.

“I think that you’ve mistaken me for somebody who gives a damn about your feelings. I like you and I think that I could fall for you, but right now I am more interested in what you can do with that piece of equipment between my legs.”

What we had done already had broken down by defenses. I’d been watching him for some time and I think I knew from the moment that I met him that I was going to eventually sleep with him. I certainly didn’t know that I was going to need him to prevent me from being shipped back to my homeland of Nigeria.

I worked my hips back and forth, fucking his cock, so that he wouldn’t feel any sort of guilt for being the one who started anything. It was going to be me doing him. I think he was starting to understand that I wanted this and it didn’t matter to me how this all came about.

“I just can’t do this, Avril,” he protested again. He didn’t have to do a damn thing. He just had to stand there and take it like a good little boy.

“Holden, you need to shut up. I have things to do and I believe that what you have for me will get me there. Just let me do all the work and you don’t have to worry about feeling guilty about any of this. After all, it was my idea and I did say to you that I wanted you to fuck me. I know how crass that might sound, but for right now, all I need is your body.”

I gave him short hard jabs to get him deep and then I made some shallow strokes that rubbed up against me in just the right way.

My clit was on the receiving end of that pleasure and my eyes were now rolling into the top of my head. I moaned, my entire body shaking and then just like that, I was pulling at his own climax. Despite his misgivings, he couldn’t keep it away from me for too much longer. I had uncorked the bottle and now he was sending a geyser of white hot foam between my legs.

I held him against my chest, his jerky motions filling me with a delight that was now mine for the taking. My orgasm was strong and only got stronger with the feel of his seed shooting deep inside me. That feeling was pure ecstasy. I had no words that could describe how having him inside me felt.

After that exquisite moment was finished, I let go of my ankles and he fell away from my womanly grasp. His cock looked like it had gone through a wringer. His face had lost all color and I was worried that I had taken things a step too far. I didn’t want him to have some sort of heart attack and leave me wondering what I was going to do next.

“Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine. I just need a breather. I believe this concludes our business. I think that I’m going to leave, but trust me I will see you tomorrow. It’s not every day that I find a woman that takes my breath away and makes me into something that I don’t recognize. I’m not sure if I understand it or not.”

He zipped up and I felt a moment of regret for releasing my ankles from around his waist. I was sure that if he stayed there that I would be able to coax another erection out of him.

I was happy to see that he had two to give me. That was more than anybody else of his age and experience.

I felt out of breath, but I was essentially doing the lion’s share of the work. His guilt had prevented him from taking that final step, but I was sure that eventually he would have no problem doing that. I watched him leave, glancing over his shoulder and shaking his head in disbelief that he had finally found a woman that matched up to his stamina. I’d never even imagined that I would be with a white cowboy billionaire that had more money than he knew what to do with.

I didn’t have designs on his cash. I just wanted somebody to keep me from having to leave this country. I found my dream coming true. My visa was expiring next week and we had made plans to marry in the next two days. Everything had been put together at the last minute. We were going to have a quiet ceremony outside the city at this quaint bed and breakfast. We would stand on the beach and I was hoping that I could convince Timothy to join us. I wasn’t sure if he would feel a certain pang of jealousy, but I had to at least find out.

It took me some time to feel like I could get back up on my feet. My bare toes landed on the hard and unyielding cold floor. The concrete made me shiver at its touch, as I grabbed my shoes and put them back on. I went into the bathroom, combed my hair and fixed myself up good enough that it didn’t look like I hadn’t just been in the middle of some raunchy x rated video.