Just Make Him Beautiful (25 page)

We got to the top of the stairs
,
and Mr. Jamison stopped.

“Yo
,
shawty, I hope you sleep well
.
”
H
e gave me a good
-
night hug and made a right down the hallway to his
m
aster bedroom.

Chile
, I was so disappointed that Mr. Jamison didn’t want me as much as I w
anted him, I felt like crying.
I lowered my head and went to the flowered bedroom, got into bed
,
and pulled the covers over my head.

At some point, I drifted off to sleep but had one nightmare after another. I ke
pt
dreaming about my brother Ray and how he was murdered. I was so angry and hurt, all I could do
wa
s cry out in my sleep.

“Hey
,
s
hawty, you a’ight?” Mr. Jamison asked, shaking me out of my nightmare.

Even though Mr. Jamison had awakened me, I still couldn’t stop crying. For some reason, I couldn’t answer his question
.
I just la
y
there crying and rocking myself back and forth.

I guess Mr. Jamison felt sorry for me and climbed in bed and held me in his arms until I fell back off to sleep. At that point, I felt so wanted, comfortable
,
and safe
,
within minutes, I was in
h
eaven, dreaming about my new life with my new man.

*

The morning sun came shining thr
ough
the window drapes, almost blinding me.
When
I turned to see if Mr. Jamison was still laying beside
me
,
a smile crep
t
upon my face as I watched him still asleep.

I quietly stepped out of bed, being careful not to disturb
him,
and went into the bathroom to freshen myself up. Honey, ain’t nothing
worse
than waking up to someone with sleep in their eyes and drool running down their mouth
, b
ut
c
hile
b
oo
,
that
was
n’t me.

I went back into the room and stood over Mr. Jamison as he la
y
there sleeping with no top on and showing muscles in his biceps and a
well-
defined six
-
pack.
H
is
hairy physi
que
was causing my young body to literally ache. I eased back the covers to get a full view and noticed his manhood as st
i
ff as a board
,
peeking through his silk boxer shorts.

Chile
, I know this is gonna sound like some tired
-
ass porn
,
but my mouth began to water something fierce. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me
,
but I could swear I saw his dick throbbing.
As
Mr. Jamison lay still on his back
,
I eased up from the foot of the bed and slowly took the full nine inches of his manhood out and placed it in my hot
,
throbbing mouth. He moaned but still
lay
completely still.

As I began to massage his manhood in my mouth, I looked up at him and noticed that he seemed to have a smile on his face. I took that to mean that he was aware of what I was doing and that he was enjoying it. So
,
I continued to deep
-
throat
him
because I wanted his hot nut to trickle down my throat.

I wanted him to fall in love with me
,
and I was willing to do whateve
r it took to make that happen.
I was so turned on
,
I took him out of my mouth and just held his manhood in my hand. God, this man’s dick was beautiful. I had never seen such a pretty dick in my entire life. His manhood was silky smooth to the touch, circumcised, thick, a beautiful mahogany color
,
and his pre
-c
um
was sweet to the taste.

I had to laugh to myself as I thought about Mr. Jamison being an all
-
day sucker.

I placed his dick back in my mouth as I kneeled over him and swallowed him down to his balls. I felt him squirming and he began to grind his torso, trying to go deeper in my throat.

I loved having Mr. Jamison in my mouth
.
I ha
d
thought about this moment ever since I was a student in his class.

He continued to gyrate his torso
,
and I began sucking him harder because I knew he was on the verge of coming. Being so turned on, I felt my mouth water that much more.

I looked up at Mr. Jamison
,
and he grabbed the back of my head and rammed his manhood so far to the back of my throat, I literarily gagged.

Once I regained control of my throat muscles, I let him ram his manhood again
.
I felt his
c
um
trickling down my throat and heard his moans
,
which
sent chills down my spine.
I licked every drop of his sweet nut as he continued to moan and groan
and
call out my name
.

“Yo
,
s
hawty
!
D
ayum
,
s
hawty
!
”

Well, that
wasn’t
exactly my name
,
but it sounded just as good, you know
.
 

“Why did you do that?” Keith asked, raising his voice at me.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean?
”
he said ang
rily. He got up from the bed.
“
Why did you suck my dick?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted
.
”

“Yo man, if that’s what I wanted to do, I would have initiated it. I’m the aggressor, a’ight? So don’t come at me like that, you understand?” he spat, pointing his finger in my face.

I
was
devastated.
“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Jamison left my room and slammed the door behind him. Honey, I was so hurt and embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do.

I climbed back up on the bed and put the covers over my head. It seemed as though the only peace I felt was when I was asleep, as long as
I didn’t have any bad dreams.
But
,
as I lay here, all I could think about was how my brother had taught me how to make a man feel good.
But
he
’d
never taught me how to
make
a man want me. 
         

Chapter 14

Several hours
later,
feeling depress
ed
, I must have fallen back off to sleep because I heard the faint sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door.

“Who is it?” I asked, sitting up in the bed.

“It’s me
.
” Mr. Jamison opened the door and peeked in.
“Can I come in?”

“It’s your house.”

Mr. Jamison entered the room and sat on the side of the bed and handed me a small silver box with a red bow wrapped around it.

I looked at the box. 
“What is this?”

“It’s for you, a peace offering,” he replied, smiling at me.

I opened the box and saw a silver herringbone chain with a small silver cross that had a diamond in the center. “It’s beautiful,” I responded, a big smile on my face.

“Here, let me help you put it on
.
”
H
e placed the chain around my neck. He then looked at me and said, “Look
,
Cameron, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I meant every word of it
,
but I didn’t mean to hurt you. So
,
for that, I apologize.”

He then held my hand
.
“Yo
,
s
hawty, you’re very special
,
and I like you a lot
.
Y
ou’re young though
,
but
fine
as hell.
I can’t help myself
,
but if we start this between us, we have to do it the right way.”

“Yeah for the right way,” I squealed, as I jumped over on Mr. Jamison
,
and we both fell off the bed
and
onto the floor.

“Whoa,” Mr. Jamison responded as we both crashed on the floor. “You get excited easily, I see.”

“I’m sorry
,
but yeah
,
I do. Thank you
,
thank you
,
thank you
.
”
I kiss
ed
every inch of his face.

“You’re welcome
,
welcome
,
welcome
.
”
H
e laugh
ed
.

Then
he
rolled on top of me and said, “I have to run a few errands
,
so I’ll be out for a few hours. I left a house key and a key to one of my cars along with some money down on the kitchen table, just in case you wanted to go out and buy some clothes to wear or something. We will talk later when I get back, okay
.
”

H
e leaned down and kissed me so passionately, tongue and all
,
and it reminded me of the way he
’d
kissed me when
we
were at the club
,
and
c
hile, I thr
e
w my legs around him for dear life. I never wanted to let him go. Mr. Jamison was a man, a gorgeous man, a beautiful man, and most importantly,
m
y
m
an.

*

Over the next few weeks I had become very comfortable living with Mr. Jamison
,
and I had learned quite a bit about him. I learned his habits, his schedule, what he liked
,
what he didn’t like,
and
his style of clothing
,
which was anything from business to hood
.
  I really liked the versatility
,
because he looked damn good in both.

Every morning I thought,
Would today be the day?
I guess I should explain that. You see, when Mr. Jamison said that he wanted to do things the right way, he was referring to two things.
He wanted
to see if I was wifey material
,
and for us both to be checked for any STDs
,
as well as HIV status. And
,
no, I wasn’t concern
ed
about being positive for any of that because I had only been with a few guys
.
A
nd I was definitely wifey material because I cooked, cleaned, washed
,
and vacuum
ed
every
day to make this mansion into
my
home.

W
e hadn
’
t had sex yet because we were stil
l waiting on our test results.
I’
d
never taken an HIV test before
,
so
I didn’t know how long it was suppose
d
to take
.
B
ut it
had
only been a few weeks. After all, I
’d
waited this long,
so
I
could’ve
wait
ed
a little while longer, right? And
,
besides, Mr. Jamison was the kind
of
man that most bitches dream
ed
about
,
so
I was going to do whatever I could to keep him happy.