AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (45 page)

“NO.  You think you’re so high and mighty?  Well you go and be a mail order bride for some psychopath overseas.  Hope he doesn’t cut you or beat you.  But you know, as long as he’s an attractive guy and anything but
White
, I guess that’s good enough for you.”

“Whoa!  Hold on a minute!”

“I’m going to take a piss.  Now you be gone when I come back,” he said stoically.  “Because I sure as hell ain’t going to date no racist.”

Tonya had to laugh and shook her head slyly, watching a pouting Carl enter his private bathroom.

He was legitimately pissed off but dammit it felt good to let that off his chest.  He was tired of battling every angry little child that came along, blaming him and his family for the ills of the world.  Sure, some people made mistakes.  Of course, the media never talked about the charities that the Gillipsy’s supported.  Nah, that wasn’t newsworthy.  Maybe everyone just needed a villain.

Carl shrugged it off and walked into his private bathroom, staring blankly and not really feeling the urge.  He mainly just wanted to storm out of the room in style, letting Tonya know that his kind invitation to “buy” her as a bride was revoked.  Hell, he wasn’t sure why he offered to pay the check anyway.  Maybe just a moment of temporary insanity.

Suddenly, the door flew open and there Tonya was, eyeing him in suspicion and slowly walking closer.

“Who said you could come in here?”

“I did.  White boy.”

“Oh yeah?”

Tonya tilted her head and then invaded his space, sensing his pheromones.  She knew what it felt like when a man desired her.  His whole disposition changed.  She never felt that before with bankers or lawyers or social workers.  But this guy, definitely.  He was undressing her like crazy and he had been for quite a while now.  The thought finally hit Tonya: She liked it.  He just wanted her.  No games, no pity or superiority complex.  Just an honest to God male lust.

And that was the kind of problem she knew how to solve.

She moved in close and leaned up against him, pinning him against the wall and unzipping his fly for him.  She could tell right away the touch of her hand escalated his breathing.  She slowly pushed her fingers through the hole, watching his facial expression; magnetic attraction, his White skin flushed with passion.  It wasn’t the craving of a lonely man.  Just the desire of a man who had never seen a natural African beauty in all her glory.

“What are you…?” he felt obliged to say, playing just a little dumb.  But he shuddered as Tonya snuck her fingers inside and felt around until she grabbed his covered bulge.  She began stroking his penis between the material, massaging it until she felt it grow to full capacity.

She made sure that he looked at her.  Kept his eyes open.  She was testing him to see just how much soul he could give her.  She pulled his cock out of his briefs and brought it outside his fine suit pants.  She began stroking it.  Not like a girl but like a woman who knew what she was doing. 

Yeah, Tonya knew what men wanted and how to give it to them.  And she never gave freebies…until now.  She choked his dick a little bit faster and smiled, rolling her eyes back in pleasure and licking her lips, as she felt his veins stretch and grow in her hand.

“Shhhh…” she reassured, using her other arm to hold him in place, making sure he knew not to try to stop this from happening.  Once a man dared to cross paths with her, there was no return to a normal life!

She moistened up his cock with some precum and jacked it harder, stroking Carl till he was out of breath.

He pushed his hand out to lean on the wall, grabbing her forearm in desperation.  She didn’t relent.  Upon seeing his weakness she stared him straight in the face and buttered up his sensitive prick, pushing him closer to the edge .

“Aaaahhh…” he sighed loudly.  “What are you doing to me?”

She strengthened her grip and stroked his shaft hard and rapidly, until she started smacking his tight balls with the cup of her hand.

“Ohhhh God…gonna make me…”

He grabbed her in a hug and brought her face to his chest, but that only made her iron grip stroke faster. 

“Mmmm!” he grunted as he squeezed and jerked until he came right in her hands, shooting a load of sperm all over the super clean floors.

He kept spurting out droplets as she continued stroking him, making sure his erection weakened.  He inhaled deeply and let go of her, eventually moving away from her tough grip. 

“Mister G, Mister G,” she laughed.  “Looks like you made a mess.  Guess your
secretary
is going to have to clean it up.”

“I’ll do it…” he said, dizzy and spaced out.

“Wow, that’s so independent of you,” Tonya said with a sarcastic smile as she left the bathroom and went on her merry way.

Carl recovered from the surprise hand job and smiled, not knowing whether he had a girlfriend, bribe or was just pleased to meet the acquaintance of a very efficient woman.

All things considered, that was the best way to save a friendship. 
Damn
, he thought,
if I had one of those for every friendship I lost…I’d have just about enough to buy a cup of coffee
.

She tried to lay low, but there was no stopping a Gillipsy when he “tasted oil” and the taste of Tonya’s sex had him hollering and pointing like a real prospector, that’s for sure.  He sent her more harassing, adoring and just plain horny messages on that mail order bride site.  He was rich as fuck, sure, but somehow he had promise in his voice.  The kind of cool, sexy cowboy who could look a girl in the eye and say he’s good with one night, or you know, a mail order bride arrangement.  Whatever. 

He wasn’t a dumb old block either.  He was deceptively cunning.  He was always thinking one step ahead.  But damned if she could figure out what his secret agenda was in all this.  Maybe sometimes a rich southern gentleman just wants some Black pussy. 

The more she tried to fight the idea of him owning her, or trying to romance her, or con her…the more she thought about him.  Thought about how good it felt to be desired.  Thought about how nice it would be, you know, in a perfect world, to be with a man who was strong, independent and could ensure she would never have to worry about late payments ever again.

No, she thought harshly at herself. 
I’m too proud.  I can’t let a man own me.  But what about what Gillipsy said about giving myself to a foreign man?  Why is he any different? 

Maybe it was the whole idea of submitting to a rich man.  She had no problem surrendering to an equal; letting a player feel in charge.  But a powerful man, a man on top of the world who could make or break an entire city…it felt like a betrayal.

She even started to write a letter.  To tell him it was over, that he deserved better and she deserved better.  Maybe he even helped her to realize that mail order briding herself to some unworthy man wasn’t the way.  Yeah that sounded right…

But she never wrote that letter.

In fact, she tossed and turned in her apartment all night thinking about him, and telling herself not to stroke thinking of his face.  It felt wrong.  It felt like betrayal…it felt like…
             

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door.  She opened it without thinking twice, having a good intuition of what she would see.  There stood Carl, lust in his eyes and without the faintest smidge of apology.  Like a wolf picking up a scent, he just chased after her and leered at her blue nightgown.  Without a word, he pushed her inside her apartment, not quite sure what was going to happen except that he needed to quench his desire.

She eyed him in hesitation but dared not turn him away.  She felt his aggression and purred inside, letting him in and stepping back.  He closed the door behind them.  Then he walked boldly ahead, pushing her into the nearest wall so he could get a firm grip on her frame.

She embraced him and they kissed, his lips sucking in hers and moistening up, draining the oxygen between them.  He pinned her against the wall but still couldn’t get close enough; he pushed his hard erection into her pelvis, the thin layer of pants barely concealing what he had.  He grabbed both of her hands and backed them into the wall, still shoving his covered prick into her midsection, mad with passion and struggling to have sex like a gentleman.

Finally, he dropped his hands and hers, enough to tear open her gown, which seemed to glow in the night sky’s moonlight.  He reached down and kissed her chest, letting his warm lips caress her skin, as he moved downward.  He pulled her breast out from her bra and kissed her nipple, leaning lower to the ground and then to his knees. 

She hummed as he kissed her sumptuous breasts and then traced a path from her chest down to her tummy.  She sighed so deeply she almost hissed, and grabbed his thick head of hair as he teasingly kissed her pelvis. 

“Wait…wait…” she whispered, as she wrestled with his lips, still so eager to taste her fruit.  “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“I want you now,” he said forcefully, as he pulled down her panty and set his lips upon her neat patch of pubic hair. 

She sighed deeply, and threw her arms back to the wall, hoping to maintain balance, even while Carl ravaged her like madness.  He spread her legs apart and found her clit, carefully licking it to the side. 

She inhaled deeply and took her finger to her mouth, biting down as his tongue continued setting fire to her senses.  She grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, giving him more of what he wanted, shoving more wet pussy into his face. 

Her clit throbbed and became thicker, all the more taste to enjoy.  He licked faster and used his hands to caress her breast and reach around to feel her glorious ass. 

She finally broke away from his worshiping tongue and eyed him in hunger.  She walked backwards, leading the fucking dog to his treat.  She entered her bedroom and fell on the bed.  But she knew what he really wanted.  She turned over on her tummy and smiled, licking her fingers and humming.

Carl ripped what was left of the gown off and grabbed her juicy ass, squeezing and kissing it with angry little kisses and gentle bites.  He kissed every last inch of her tight buttcheeks and then let his loose lips travel to her tail bone up to the small of the back. 

He smacked her ass hard, and she yowled, a good hot boil of a scream, like the White boy loved to hear.  Her every cry and moan was so musical, bubbling over with rhythm and the taste of her pussy was divine.  He shoved his face into her ass and licked her pussy up and down until his face was wet, and his nose was grazing her beautiful asshole.

She moaned hard as she grabbed the sheets and rocked the bed, shifting back and giving him more ass to munch on.  His cock was throbbing.  He pulled down his pants and stroked himself until he was fully erect, so hard that it hurt.  He pushed himself inside her wet pussy and didn’t stop pushing forward until he watched himself disappear into those firm lips.

His cock was thick and long, filling her up and pushing against her skin folds, softly vibrating against her pink flesh.  He moved his cock inside and out, steeping himself in her wetness and then feeling the cold air of the night, before plunging back in, loving the sound of her steady chanting.

She arched her back while he fucked her, prompting him to grab her hair and hold right, increasing the speed of his pussy pounding.

“Ohhh!” she screamed.  “Mmmm Mister Gillispy,” she said with a naughty smile.  It felt hot to call him by his full name.  Treat him like a rich husband who just bought her wifehood for life.  He fucked her like he owned her, like his billion dollar cock was the only thing saving her from a life of hardship.

“Unngh!” he grunted and she screamed back, feeling the same emotion, the same submission he wanted from her.

But of course he wasn’t going to say it.  That’s not classy, he figured.  But maybe…maybe she should say it.

“You tell me how you like it, bitch,” he said, surprised at how much tension he let go, calling her names and fucking her twice as hard.

“Ohhh God yes!” she screamed back.  “Fuck me like you mean it!”

“Huh?  You like that big cock, sista?” he asked, feeling more tension rise and his sweat increasing.  His cock was getting so hard his whole body tingled.  “Tell me how you want it.”

“MMmm!  Uh huh, uh huh!” she cried, as he slapped his balls against her lap, giving her all ten inches of his hard dick in rapid succession.  “Ohh yeah gimme your fucking white cock, White boy!  Feed it to me deep…”

He groaned, not just from her tight pussy clench but from her throaty voice, choking on her own spit and ready to give him the screaming orgasm he wanted to hear.  He shoved her down flat on the bed and stroked his wet cock hard.  He turned her over on her back and made her watch his rapid stroking.

“Spread your legs, woman.”

“Oh?  You going to try something White boy?”

He tossed her legs down and spread them, getting a good full shot of that beautiful black pussy.  He entered her missionary style and made sure his cock went in deep—so deep he could feel the ridges, the deepest parts of her sensitive walls.

She panted and groaned, reaching over and squeezing his slippery ass, wanting him even deeper inside.

“Fuck it, White boy!” she said, gasping loudly as she rubbed his face and sweaty forehead against her tits.  He sucked on her nipples, one right after the other, while he plugged her hole, licking like chocolate nipples with a virgin’s enthusiasm.