Authors: India T. Norfleet
“Evening folks.” The officer greeted as he looked around Jonny, smiling at Asia.
A now shy Asia did a three finger wave while trying to partially hide her face.
“While I thoroughly enjoyed the show folks, and I do mean tho
roughly, I really hope that nut was worth five hundred dollars, because that’s the exact amount of the ticket I just wrote you.” The officer then ripped the ticket from his pad and held it up to the window.
Jonny snatched the ticket and cursed. The officer smiled, tilted his hat then said, “Good day folks. Ha, just wait until I tell the boys about this one.” The officer laughed to himself as he walked back to his patrol car.
Jonny was so fucking mad he could hurt somebody. Then again, when he looked over at Asia, the woman he’s wanted damn near all his life, all he could do was smile.
“It was the best damn five hundred dollars I’ve ever spent.” Jonny declared as he pulled Asia into his arms for a gentle kiss.
“Hey baby.” Cameron said to his wife as he walked into their be
droom.
“Hi,” was his wife’s dry reply as she stood in front of her panty drawer.
“What’s wrong with you?” A confused Cameron asked as he removed his watch from his wrist.
Sucking her teeth she said, “You know what’s wrong.”
“If I knew what was wrong, I wouldn’t have asked.” Cameron said irritably.
“Just forget it.” Chanel walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Cameron grinned as he sat down on the bed and turned on the 60 inch plasma television.
An hour later, Chanel came out of the bathroom in a tight, black dress that flirted with her knees and a pair of black Jimmy Choos gracing her perfectly, pedicured feet. Her usually straight, dark brown hair was now pinned up in a mass of spiral curls and her barely there make up was flawless. Chanel looked like an i
nternational cover model; her husband definitely took notice.
“Where are you going?” Cameron asked as the remote slipped from his hand onto the bed.
“Out!”
“Out?”
“Yes, out!”
“With who?”
“With Ja’nice.”
“Where y’all going?”
“Don’t know yet.” Chanel grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
“Chanel, you ain’t leaving until you tell me where you’re going.” Cameron notified her as he quickly rose from the side of the bed and stood in front of the door, blocking her exit.
“Cameron, my daddy’s name is Jeremiah. And the last time I checked, I was a grown ass woman. So get the hell outta my way.” Chanel snapped, attempting to shove her 6’8” husband from the doorframe.
“Well, your grown ass ain’t leaving this house until you tell me where y’all going.”
Cameron couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful wife with all of her dangerous curves as his gaze traveled the length of her body. He was as hard as a concrete slab and her bad attitude did nothing but turn him on.
“Cameron, move.”
“No.”
“Oh my god! If I tell you where I’m going, will you move?”
“Are you wearing that tight ass dress?” Cameron inquired as his eyes continued to roam Chanel’s body. “Yes, I am.” Chanel answered with plenty of attitude as she placed her hand on her hip.
“Then I’m not moving.” Cameron folded his chiseled arms over his massive chest.
“Fine, don’t move.” She turned around and walked over to their dresser.
When Cameron finally moved back toward the bed, Chanel took off running as fast as she could to the door. She was almost through the door when Cameron caught her by the arm, picked her up and carried her over to the bed.
“Cameron put me down. You’re going to make me late. Let me go!” Chanel yelled.
Cameron ignored his wife as he sat down on their bed with her in his lap. He held her arms still as she tried to wiggle free. In the meantime, her maneuvers to escape made Cameron horny as hell, especially when he witnessed how high Chanel’s dress had rode up her thick thighs.
“Chanel?” Cameron whispered.
“What?”
“You feel that?” Cameron asked while unzipping the back of her dress.
When the zipper stopped at the small of Chanel’s back, Cameron began placing gentle kisses on the soft skin there. Chanel felt Cameron’s dick a long time ago but was determined to ignore it, no matter how wet her panties got in the process.
“Yeah, so?” Chanel answered with attitude attempting to hide the fact that she was getting wetter by the second. “So, you know where I’m about to put it right?” Cameron whispered softly in her ear while unbuckling his pants.
“In that apple pie your mother brought over last night?” Chanel laughed.
“Oh, so you trying to be funny, huh? Well, Ms. Cameron Richards, we’ll see who gets the last laugh.” Snaking his hand under his wife’s dress, he ripped off her red thong and spread her thighs.
“Cameron…”
“So now you want to talk, huh?” Cameron lifted Chanel from his lap, holding her with one hand while pulling his pants down with the other.
“I didn’t have a problem talking before, you just didn’t like my answers.” Chanel tried yanking away from Cameron’s grasp. U
nfortunately, her 5’3” petite frame was no match for him.
“You know what I don’t like Chanel?” Cameron que
stioned as he pulled Chanel to him by her thighs, raising her dress over her hips.
“I really don’t care at the moment.” Channel responded, trying to force her torturous body to think about anything but her fine ass husband and his big juicy dick.
“Well, I’ma tell you anyway. I don’t like when you act like you don’t want this dick when really…”
“I’m not acting; I don’t want it.”
“Oh, you don’t?” Cameron picked Chanel up, spread her legs, and slid her slick wet heat down on his dick. Chanel moaned as her eyes drooped closed; she shook from the intensity of the connection. “Now what were you saying, you don’t what?” A cocky Cameron grinned while slowly thrusting in and out of his wife.
“Uh, um I don’t…”
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Cameron teased as he began to move inside his wife.
“Harder Cameron.”
“I thought you didn’t want this dick?” Cameron said as he and his wife quickly began to meet each other stroke-for-stroke.
“Were you lying Chanel?” He asked as he slowed to an agoni
zingly, deliberate thrust.”
“Yes.” She mumbled.
“I can’t hear you baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes, damn it! Please Cameron, harder, fuck me harder.” Chanel moaned.
Cameron didn’t have to be told twice as he grabbed his wife by the waist, and began to repeatedly pound into her drenched pussy.
“Yes baby, yes! Oh shit, Cameron that feels so good baby!” Chanel continued to yell as she met her husband’s every thrust with one of her own.
Cameron’s body was nearing the edge. Nonetheless, he wasn’t ready for the sensation to end just yet. Therefore, he pulled out of his wife, twirled her around, and picked her up so they were facing each other. Next, Cameron walked over to the dresser, gently sat Chanel down, and spread her legs wide before slipping back inside of her hard and fast. Without delay, her greedy pussy latched onto his dick as if it was begging to be stroked all night long. Cameron’s hands immediately went to her hips; Chanel’s arms encircled Cameron’s neck. She threw her head back and hung on for dear life while her husband intertwined his almost harsh pummeling with aggravatingly, slow strokes of delight.
Cameron was already thrusting deeply into his wife. Yet, he managed to dip lower, widen his stance, and still stroke pr
ofoundly, hitting Chanel’s G-spot on every inward plunge into her slippery pussy. Nonstop grunts, screams, and moans now filled their room as the dresser repeatedly slammed against the bedroom wall until they found ecstasy.
“Ohhhhhh, SHIT! I’m cumming Cameron!”
“Fuck, me too!” Cameron grunted.
They came simultaneously then collapsed on the floor in front of their now empty dresser. “Cameron?”
“Yes baby?”
“That was amazing but I’m still hurt. How could you fo
rget our anniversary?”
“Woman come here.” After Cameron zipped his wife’s dress and pulled his pants back up, he scooped her up in his arms, kissed her on the forehead then carried her down the stairs.
He stopped long enough to grab his keys before walking out the front door.
“Close your eyes?”
“Why?”
“Damn it woman; didn’t you vow to obey me?” He laughed.
“Yes, but…”
“Chanel, close your eyes.”
“Cameron, what are you doing?” Chanel queried as she closed her eyes.
“Proving to you that I would never forget our annive
rsary.”
Cameron carried his wife to the driveway of their two car garage and slowed once the length of the driveway came into view.
“Happy Anniversary Chanel; you can open your eyes now.”
Parked in front of her was a brand new, snow white Range Rover with a huge bow sitting on the roof of the truck. With tears in her eyes, Chanel immediately looked to Cameron for further confirm
ation. “Chanel, please don’t start all that crying.” Cameron laughed.
“Oh my god, you did this for me? Is this really mine?”
“Yes baby; so is everything inside of it.”
Upon closer inspection, Chanel could see that the truck was completely filled with shopping bags from her favorite d
esigners.
“Cameron baby, thank you so much!”
“But why-why all this?” Chanel stammered as she opened the car door and had to catch the two jewelry bags that nearly fell to the ground.
“Because Chanel, I love you. Let’s hurry up and get these bags in the house so you can give me a ride in your new car.”
“In that case, I’ll race you to the door.”
“If I win, you may not get to ride in my new truck.”
“You really think you’re going to beat me to that door?” Cameron asked.
Chanel took off running and was halfway across the lawn when Cameron tackled her to the ground and pulled her down on top of him.
“Cheater.” Chanel laughed as she landed on top of him.
“Hey, all is fair in love and war.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that.”
“Happy Anniversary baby.”
“Thank you Cameron; Happy Anniversary to you too baby.”
"Courtney come on; the movie's about to start!" Jonathan yelled from the basement.
"Okay, here I come."
A few minutes later, Courtney came down the stairs with a plush body pillow and a Mickey Mouse throw. "What are we watching?"
"Hangover Part II."
"Cool, I've been trying to see this movie since it came out."
"Well today's your lucky day."
“Thanks for calling and getting me out of the house. We haven’t’ done movie night in a long time.”
“No problem. Besides, I had to do something fast before I rung your neck for crying over dude for breaking up with you. You date some weak dudes.” Jonathan laughed.
“Shut up! He wasn’t weak. I don’t know about you but it doesn’t feel good getting dumped. Particularly, when the person dumping you can’t even tell you why they don’t wanna be with you an
ymore.”
“Listen, there are millions of guys out here. Just count it as a good thing that, that dude, Mark broke up with you, and let it go. You’re too pretty and way too smart to be crying over him.”
“Awww, thank you! That was beautiful.” Courtney leaned over and hugged her best friend.
“You’re welcome. You’d better remember this day ‘cause this soft shit ain’t never happening again.” He laughed.
“I should’ve known.” Courtney smiled.
"Aww shit.” Courtney mumbled after getting comfortable on the opposite corner of the sectional. "What?"
"I left the damn popcorn on the counter." Courtney replied as she moved to get up.
"No, I'll get it, just sit back and relax."
"See, that's why you're my best friend in the whole wide world."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Once Courtney was comfortable and content, she paused the movie when she saw the previews had ended and Jonathan still hadn't come back yet. While waiting for him to r
eturn, she got lost in a daydream. Courtney didn't know how much time had passed but was startled when Jonathan tapped her on the shoulder.
“Damn it Jonathan; you scared the hell out of me."
"How in the hell did I scare you when I've been calling you for the last two minutes."
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."
"It's cool. I was asking what you wanted to drink but when you didn't answer, I grabbed you a cream soda."
"Awww, my favorite. You remembered, how sweet."
"How could I forget when this was all we drank in college."
"Yeah, creamed sodas and Top Ramen." Courtney laughed.
"Sometimes, I wish we were back in college."
"Me too." Jonathan agreed as the movie started.
Halfway through the movie, Courtney's phone rang.
"Hello ma." Courtney answered the phone as she paused the movie.
"Hey honey, are we still on for dinner tonight?"
"Yes, we can actually go as soon as I leave Jonathan's in approx
imately another hour."
"Oh, you’re at Jonathan's, huh?"
"Yes mom."
"Tell him I said hello."
"Jonathan, ma says hi."
"Hi mom." Jonathan spoke into the phone. “I'll be right back; I'm going to get more popcorn."
"Okay." Courtney whispered and nodded.
"Courtney, did you hear me?"
"No, what did you say mom?"
"I said how long are you going to keep torturing yourself? You need to go on and tell that man…”
"Mom please, let's not go there."
"No Courtney, that's exactly where we need to go. You only live once and trust me, the last thing you want is to grow old with a ton of regrets."
"Mom…”
"Don't mom me Courtney, just keep in mind what I'm tel
ling you." Marie exhaled irritably.
“Fine, I will. I have to go.”
"Bye baby; I love you."
"Love you ma, bye." Courtney ended the call and was no longer in the mood to hang out with her friend. Therefore, she pulled on her fleece socks and had just stood to slide her feet in her clogs when Jonathan returned.
"Hey, where you going?"
"I just need to get outta here."
"Why, what happened? Is your mom okay?" Concern wrinkled his forehead.
"She’s fine. Nothing happened, I just have to go. Let's hangout next weekend."
"Courtney…”
"Jonathan, let it go please." Courtney sighed as she rounded the couch and walked toward the stairs. By the time she reached them, Jonathan was blocking her exit.
"Come on Jonathan, please move."
"No, not until you tell me why the hell you have to leave all of a sudden."
"I can't deal with this right now."
"Courtney, you better start talking; I'm not gonna ask you again."
"I said I don't want to talk…”
"Fine, don't worry about it, just go. Go, get the hell out of here."
"What in the hell are you mad f…”
"Leave Courtney."
"I'm in love with you okay! Are you happy now!? I'm in fucking love with you and I have been since our sophomore year in college!"
"Are you trying to piss me off, Courtney? Why in the fuck are you telling me this now. You couldn't have told me this dr
amatic ass confession of yours before I started dating Maxine?"
"What difference would it have made!? Besides, you were never supposed to know!" Courtney shouted. "Sometimes, you’re a sel
fish ass." Jonathan snapped.
"What are you talking about?" She asked irritably.
"What am I talking about; how about you telling me this shit now? I finally convinced Maxine that I'm not fucking you every time I leave my house."
"Jonathan, I’m…”
"I guess I'm just supposed to leave her for you now, huh?"
"No I just…”
“Just what?”
“Fuck it and fuck you bastard!” Courtney tried to hide her dam of tears as she pushed pass Jonathan and ran up the stairs.
Courtney grabbed her purse and keys off the kitchen counter and was leaving out the front door when Jonathan came up behind her. He pulled her by the arm back inside the house then slammed the door. Backing her into the closet behind the door, he began to play with a strand of hair that escaped her ponytail.
"Courtney, you are the last one who gets to run away in tears after the muthafucking bomb you just dropped on me." Jon
athan growled through clenched teeth. He was pissed and ridiculously aroused at the same time.
"Jonathan just let me go please." Courtney begged.
"Oh no, you're going to explain a few things to me before I even think about out letting you go."
"I don't want to do this now."
"Well that's just too damn bad." Jonathan stated, removing her jacket then taking the rest of her belongings and throwing them on the couch.
"So you've been in love with me for seven years, huh? How many times have you masturbated while thinking of me?" Jonathan whispered while playing with the diamond necklace that rested just beyond the top of her breasts. Suddenly, he was hornier than he'd been in quite some time and didn't know how long his composure would last.
"Jonathan, please don't do this now." Courtney's voice was thick with passion.
"Fine Courtney, what do you want me to do to you? What do you want me to do to you right now?"
"I-I don't know." Courtney replied, making sure to avoid eye contact.
"Sure you do, just tell me. Hell you told me everything else. I think you want me to touch you; the question is where? Do you want me to touch you here?" He asked as she slid a hand down her hips.
"Or how about here?" His hand traveled up her flat stomach and then to her strained nipples.
"Or maybe here?" He traced the contours of her thighs u
ntil his hand palmed her pussy and squeezed. "Jonathan." Courtney tried to stifle the moan but it was too late.
"Now we're getting somewhere." Jonathan grinned as he continued to massage Courtney's jean clad heat. "Jonathan please?"
"Please what?" Grinning, he unzipped Courtney's pants, slipped a finger between her wet lips, and watched as her breathing spiked and her eyelids closed.
"What do you want me to do to you beautiful?"
"I-I…”
"Courtney?"
"Oh my god, everything Jonathan, everything." Courtney shouted when he stuck a second finger inside her and began to slowly pull them in and out. Kneeling down until he was eye level with Courtney's bald pussy, he gently helped her out of her pants then softly blew on her glistening lips.
"I figured you didn't wear panties."
"I-I like to be free."
"What else do you like?" Jonathan lifted Courtney's right leg over his shoulder and inhaled. "Damn woman, you smell good." He ran his tongue through her drenched pussy lips and i
nhaled her intoxicating aroma. Courtney, who was now trembling slightly, whimpered and bit her bottom lip.
"You taste good too." Jonathan said as he stood back up to his full height.
"Courtney, if you had the chance to fuck me, how would you start and how would you finish?"
"I don't know."
"You know, you know exactly what you want to do. Am I right?" Jonathan inquired. He used his other hand to pull out a handful of breast and suck the big nipple into his warm mouth.
"Ummmmmm hum."
"What?"
"Yes, Jonathan you're right!" Courtney's screamed in d
elight.
"You better answer the question and you better answer quickly." He whispered just below her ear. He was so hard it was almost painful. He wanted this woman with an eagerness
that he had never craved from any woman before. Courtney quickly tried to form a coherent thought in her lust induced mind so that Jonathan would slow down on the erotic torment. Currently, it was proving to be an impossible task.
"Courtney?" Jonathan darted his tongue around her nipple then tugged softly with his teeth.
"Jonathan, I can't think with you…”
"Try harder." He managed to speak while juggling her erect mounds in his mouth.
"Okay, I would ride your face and finish by riding your dick."
"See how easy that was?"
Laughing, he walked away from an exceedingly aroused Courtney. Jonathan pulled off his shirt, grabbed a pillow from the couch, and laid down in the middle of the living room floor. Looking over at a very sexy and still shocked vision of pure ecstasy, Jonathan instructed, "Courtney take your shirt off...and come ride my face." Courtney was out of her shirt in no time and settling her clit over Jonathan's face just as he slipped his tongue between her soft, silky folds.
"Ahhh, Jonathan." Courtney moaned while grabbing fis
tfuls of Jonathan's hair as she rocked her pussy all over his face in synchronization with his tongue. When his tongue caressed her G-spot and clit at the same time, Courtney threw her head back, reached up and squeezed her breasts with the same intensity as the spine tingling pleasure she was receiving, and tried not to scream. Utilizing his arms, Jonathan pinned her legs down as he held her in place and went even deeper. He was gentle yet forceful as he softly bit, tugged, sucked, and kissed every drop of essence he coaxed from her. He stroked her wet pussy with his thick coated tongue repeatedly until Courtney was begging him to carry her over the edge.
"Shit, right there. Fuck yes. Jonathan, I'm cu
mmingggggggg!"
Lapping at the constant flow of wetness, Jonathan sucked her thick, swollen lips and clit as she came and fell forward. He drank every last drop and caught the temporarily satiated Courtney b
efore she hit the floor. Extremely satisfied, Courtney scooted back against the couch then reached for her shirt.
"Hey, what do you think you’re doing?" Jonathan asked, removing his jeans and boxers.
"Putting my clothes back on."
"No, you gon’ ride this dick just like you said.”
Courtney couldn't hide her excitement as a smile as bright as the sun spread across her face. Straddling Jonathan, she eased her drenched heat down on his hard dick until they became one ball of sexual energy. Adjusting to his size, Courtney didn't move right away. However, once her walls expanded to adapt, she began an incredibly comprehensive slow spiral up and down his shaft.
"Damn Courtney." He grunted as he closed his eyes.
Jonathan inhaled as he held her hips and met each wet plunge with a rather long stroke of his own. Smiling, Courtney shut her eyes as well in an effort to prolong the heavenly vibrations that began attacking her nerve endings. She'd never experienced this level of ardor before and didn't know how much longer she could last before surrendering to the pleasure. Between the wetness that held his dick like a glove and watching the erotic faces Courtney made every time he slid in and out of her, Jonathan couldn’t stop himself from increasing his movement. Faster and faster he went before he rammed into her as hard as he could.