Sugah & Spice (46 page)

Chapter 1
Mark

             
Mark pulled Simone into his arms holding her close. He was happier than he had ever been now that he had been reunited with his mother. She was beautiful, amazing and funny. He couldn’t wait to see her again tomorrow, but right now he had other things on his mind. One thing in particular was the woman standing in front of him. Boy, she was so sexy! He gazed into her eyes seducing her instantly. “Thank you so much Simone. Words cannot express just how truly grateful I am to you for what you just did. I want to show you my appreciation for bringing my family back together,” he whispered softly in her ear. Simone melted. If only he could get his father to notice him, his life would be complete Mark thought. Maybe once he and his mother got a chance to know each other better, they could go to his father rationally and possibly work things out between them. He still didn’t quite know the whole truth about what happened, and he wanted to make sure that his mother was okay with his father before placing her in a hard situation. Mark also knew that there were two sides to every story, and he wanted to know his mother’s since his father made him believe she abandoned him. Now that he had her back, he wasn’t gonna lose her again. Shaking those thoughts, Mark focused his attention back on Simone.

             
“Come with me,” Mark said pulling Simone with him down the hallway toward his bedroom. Before he got to the door, he pushed her into the wall devouring her mouth. He kissed her senseless nearly bringing her to climax. She shook uncontrollably once their lips parted. He cupped her breasts with his hands placing a trail of kisses from her lips, to each cheek, her forehead, her ears, down her neck and then captured her lips again. Simone was so hypnotized she hadn’t felt Mark remove her panties. Damn, the boy was smooth she thought. Her pussy was wet and ready.

             
Mark never took his mouth away from her body as he let his fingers do all the talking. Slowly he eased down to his knees. Pushing Simone’s skirt above her waist, he greeted her smooth pussy with a tender kiss. She gasped with anticipation. He smelled her sweet aroma as juices ran down her thigh. He used his tongue to lick those juices off of her giving tender kisses and sucks along the way.  The perfect drink to satisfy his sexual thirst, he concluded. She tasted like sweet cream. Mark wanted to taste her. From the look on Simone’s face he knew that he was driving her crazy. She was just how he liked her to be, about to burst. A soft moan escaped her lips making his dick harder than what it already was.

Bringing her right leg up to his mouth, Mark placed kisses on her inner-thigh, then kissed her leg, moved to her calf, and when he was sure she couldn’t take anymore torture, he toe-fucked the shit outta her. He worked her toes with his tongue like he was about to work her pussy once he was done. After Simone came from his deadly assault on her beautiful feet, Mark was ready to feast on her Southern cuisine, while on his trip to her Brazilian paradise. There was nothing like bathing in her flowing waters. He could swim in them all day and night.

             
Mark placed Simone’s foot on his shoulder spreading her legs wider for better access. Moving like a thief in the night, he slowly licked his way up her buttery thigh until her pink pussy captured him, slapping him in the face. He used his hands to part her silky lips and then went to work on her clit. He positioned his mouth just right over it moving the tip of his tongue back and forth slowly. Once he found his rhythm, he licked harder while sucking faster. He had skills and knew just how to use them. Practice made perfect, and due to always having beautiful women around because of his father’s business, Mark had been taught well and loved every minute of it. He prided himself in knowing how to please a woman.

Simone grabbed his head trying to push him away. “Take it…take it…take it,” he said in between sucking and licking on her clit. Once Mark was on that thang like he wanted to be, he gripped Simone’s
ass bringing her further into his mouth. She moved into him, fucking his mouth with her delicious pussy. Being punished by pussy was the best punishment ever, Mark acknowledged smiling devilishly. He felt Simone’s cum dripping down his chin. He wanted to make her cum again before dicking her down. He quickly turned her around, parted her legs with his hands and ate the pussy from the back like his life depended on it.

“Oh shit…oh shit Mark, baby don’t stop! Don’t stop…I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He used his fingers to penetrate her finding her G-spot. He sent her into another world with the powerful orgasms that erupted through her body. Simone nearly collapsed but Mark caught her, picked her up, carried her into his bedroom, and placed her on the bed. Once he removed the rest of Simone’s clothing he took off his own. Easing her back down on her stomach, Mark eased the tip of his dick inside her swollen walls. She moaned from his penetration and the size of him. She hadn’t gotten used to his length and thickness yet, so each time was like the first time.

             
Mark gave it to her slow and easy until he felt her open and wrap around him. He pushed harder, closing her legs. She loved that position and he loved to please her. They created their perfect soundtrack of ooooo’s and ahhhhh’s, moans and groans. Things started out as soft and sensual, but quickly turned freaky and nasty. They fucked each other like two assassins battling to stay alive. Mark pulled Simone’s hips up in the air, placed his hands on her round hips and fucked her real good. From the tip of the head, down the shaft of his dick, he worked her pussy in every position. Simone pushed back into him until his hands were hanging out of the bed, touching the floor. She rode his dick like
a dog in heat. “Damn Baby!! You
fucking me…you fucking me real good. Goddamn! That pussy feels so good. Get this dick girl! Do what you want with it!” Mark moaned like a bitch enjoying every movement Simone made up and down his shaft. They moved from the bed to the floor, to the wall, to the chair in the corner, and then back to the bed again.

             
Simone didn’t know how they ended up with the back of her head on Mark’s dick while he stood up and ate her pussy upside down, but it was amazing. She held onto his ankles as another orgasm ripped through her body. She squirted seasoning Mark’s tongue with her sweetness. That shit nearly drove him insane. He didn’t know her pussy could do tricks like that. “Shit, I didn’t know you were a squirter! I see you have been holding out on me.” Mark lapped her pussy like a kitten to a bowl of milk. He explored every corner, every wall, every inch of the pussy like never before.

Simone continued to moan, groan, scream and curse his sexual assault on her, but encouraged him with each word she cried out. He loved when he was putting it down so good that his lover swelled his head by her words and actions. He immediately thought about his other lover and the way those moans drove him insane. That aroused him ever more. Mark gave his best sexual performance ever. He hated that this could possibly be their last, so he wanted to make sure they both got the best of it. Pushing those thoughts away, he brought Simone down unto his dick again hard. He held her wrists to keep her from falling and they fucked each other standing up making the perfect lower-case letter “t”.

They ended up back on the bed with Simone in charge.  She opened her legs doing a split on Mark’s dick, bouncing her ass up and down. He cursed her, but loved every minute of it. She hadn’t experienced anything like this before during sex, and knew that she was hooked. It saddened her that they may not get the chance to be together once her secret was exposed. Even though she loved Mark for being the man that he had grown up to be, the way he sexed her senseless was making her fall harder for him, but that wasn’t a good idea. Too many lives were at stake if that happened. She couldn’t chance it. Damn, he was just like his father in the bedroom she thought. How was she gonna break it off with Mark without hurting him again? How was she gonna break Xavier the bad news about them not being able to be together? How was she gonna tell the father that her pussy was being pleased better by his son, and that she was in love with him? A millions questions soared through Simone’s mind, but she willed those thoughts away, focusing again on the wonderful sex she was experiencing. Nothing else
mattered in that moment and she drove another wave of ecstasy on Mark’s dick. She wasn’t the only one who had secrets, too bad the ones she didn’t know would change her life forever.

But Simone wasn’t the only one who had secrets. Too bad the ones she didn’t know would change her life forever. The man next to her was playing with fire, and didn’t care that he was putting other people in the position of being burned. Mark stared up at the ceiling as she struggled up to him. He wanted to push her away but for tonight, he owed her compassion. It would be the last time he showed any to her or his other lover now that he had his mother back. It was all a part of the plan. He didn’t care who got hurt by his deception. No one cared about him. No one seemed to care when he was overlooked or looked at by all the people he let into his life to console his pain from not having his mother. Well, he didn’t care either. Someone would pay, and he didn’t care how! They all would suffer he thought rolling over and fucking Simone one last time.

Deliver Me from Darkness

Corrin’s Conviction

Chapter 1

Another lonely Saturday night, Corrin Angel Ruston, sighed sipping the cool wine she found herself taking refuge in on nights like this particular one. Being alone should have become easier for her by now, but it got harder and harder around this time of year. There was a massive pain and sadness consuming every inch of Corrin’s heart, soul, mind and spirit. The only thing she knew that would comfort her was her wine glass. With another sip, she exhaled, feeling her body relax slightly. Each day for the past three years was the same, work, home, and several emptied bottles of wine. Deep down, Corrin knew she had a serious problem, but she didn’t care. Her life was a mess. No one had experienced such tragedy as she, and would never understand. She was better off alone.

             
When she lost her husband a few years ago to a bad car accident, the result of someone texting while driving, Corrin turned away from God and to alcohol. None of the people she loved knew of this little secret, and she planned to keep it that way, Corrin reminded herself taking another sip savoring the sweet taste going down her throat. The tears stung the back of her eyes as she replayed that horrible day’s events in her mind. The day her life changed, leaving her broken, bitter and in total bondage.

She and Charlie woke up to a passionate round of lovemaking as they always did when time allowed, after all, they were still newlyweds. Whenever they were in town at the same time, they took great advantage of their time together. Both traveling excessively, Corrin and Charlie treasured
each
moment, leaning on them when they were apart. This kept the love and passion for each other fresh, exciting and spontaneous. They never had a dull moment in their short-lived marriage.

             
They showered together, ate breakfast together, that Corrin enjoyed preparing for her husband, and talked about everything under the sun. Cooking was a hidden passion of Corrin’s that only Charlie and her closest friends Constance and her husband Marcus knew of. Her own family had no idea that she could even boil water.

             
A smile escaped Corrin’s sadness thinking of the conversation she overheard her father and Charlie having just before their wedding. “I love my only daughter very much and I would do anything to protect her, but son, you know she can’t cook a thing.” Charlie laughed, knowing that that statement was untrue. He wondered why Corrin never cooked for her parents or two brothers
,
so that the ongoing joking of her not being able to cook could seize.