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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 months ago

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MISS?! @sweettea-and-honeybutter this warms my heart!!!!!!!! 🥰😍😘

Come And See Me

Summary: “sexually reserved men are THE best. Well behaved, won’t steal a kiss, won’t touch you inappropriately but boy if you give them consent? FINISHED…”

Terry Richmond isn’t the type of man Summer is used to. He’s the strong, silent type. A lot of discipline and control. She’s used to men falling to their knees in an instant. Hardly any dirty talk. But it does feel good to get to know someone on a deeper level for a change. He promises he’d come see her, but Summer didn’t take his word for it. That was, until he walked into that strip club one evening to surprise her with…

“Flowers?”

Summer was in the middle of a routine that earned her bandz at an unimaginable level. She climbed that pole, showed off her acrobatic skills, flexed that body and popped that ass so good she had ‘em lost for words. Speechless.

Terry Richmond walked in with a bouquet of flowers, dressed in khakis, a Curaçao soccer shirt, and white Air Forces. His hair was styled in a tapered cut with a curly fro. In his large, veiny hand, Terry gripped her red roses tightly, walking through until he made it to a section he’d reserved directly in front of the stage. He wanted an up close and personal view of Summer. He didn’t plan to take his aurora gray eyes off of her.

His captivating eyes created a path of seduction across her glistening skin that glittered beneath the strobe lights. Drink in his other hand, he took small sips, licking his lips nice and slow. Terry held the faintest smirk on his lips, body composed, but his heart was racing. His print left little to the imagination. Low grunts fell on deaf ears. Summer hit a split and made her hefty cheeks bounce. That body on her deserved big dick. It was built for big dick. Terry couldn’t wait. It’s been too long. Suddenly, as if she could sense him, Summer glanced over her shoulder and that’s when she realized Terry had shown up.

For a second, she’d forgotten where she was. His presence stunned her. Summer turned her body on the floor of the stage, money sticking to her tacky skin. Their eyes locked on for a while. Oooh, she was speechless. Summer started grinding her crotch towards him, rolling her hips and biting her lip. Terry’s piercing gaze was fixated on her face the entire time. Not once did he look down. It was so intense, her clit pulsated.

Drankin’ and Smokin’ came on and Summer lifted her shapely body into a squat, slowly and teasingly removing her bikini top. At this point, she was putting on a show for Terry and Terry only. Her Marine. She’d had his name saved under Mr. Marine in her phone. The hot pink top fell to the stage, bountiful titties with pierced nipples saluted. Terry dropped his beautiful eyes down to stare at her round, fat titties.

We drink up and we smoke, but she always do the most

It kinda turns me on the way she lickin' on my stones

My chains on antifreeze, it look like I made a clone

Wanna see you get more sassy, if it bring out better emotions

She called me her God, the way I floated in her ocean…

Summer needed him. So bad. That fine ass man. Seeing him in person…seeing the man behind that deep baritone. She rushed off that stage in an instant as soon as the music faded out. Breathing uneven, she walked off in her seven-inch pleasers, looking back at Terry, mind replaying all their conversations late at night…

(one of their many phone conversations)

“Hey baby…I wish you could see what I have on right now…You so sexy, imagine how…Intense it would be…To hold me right now…Our song's playin’…”

Body wrapped in her faux fur, black blanket, head resting against her black satin pillows, Summer held her cellphone to her ear with one hand, the other caressing her tawny skin. Terry made a sound that vibrated her core.

“Summer rain…when I listen to that, you know I think about you, right? Mmm…I bet you look so good in my T-shirt.”

“You’re so far, and I’m all alone in my bed…”

Summer was wearing an old, baggy T-shirt; Terry’s Marine Corps T-shirt. The fabric of it against her body with his voice in her ear gave her butterflies.

I can still hear your baritone

In my ear telling me you'll take it slow

And I was in the mirror playing wrong

Like you were here, I couldn't turn me on

So I fell asleep with the music on

Woke up again hearing the same old song, playing…

Summer paced her bedroom, stopping in front of her window, gazing out into the rainy evening, pressed to the glass, and laughing at Terry and his corny jokes. Her brown eyes followed the path of the raindrops, the sudden recollection of her own essence dripping. All he did was make her laugh, spew facts about things she’d never heard of, and say over and over again how beautiful she is. He didn’t judge her. She felt safe with Terry and she hadn’t even met him in person yet. Thoughts of how gentle and kind and thoughtful he is makes her play in her pussy every night.

“Patience, baby…When I get to you, you’re all mine…”

She shut her lids and pictured him, standing at his towering height, bending over to kiss along her neck and wrap those big arms around her waist. Now, her body is shaking to the fantasies.

“Don’t take it easy on me, Terry. I need you here…”

Summer turned, pressing her back against the window, bringing the collar of his T-shirt to her nose and taking a whiff. Mmmm…it smelled just like his cologne. Vanilla and Sandalwood.

“You’ll be begging me to take it easy on you, baby…”

——

“Summer.”

Terry stood up and approached her. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress with her belongings. Her long, jet-black, silk pressed hair was pinned up with a claw clip. Summer gave Terry a bashful smile. She couldn’t contain the butterflies in her belly. Terry handed her the roses.

“Thank you,” Summer smelled them, “they’re beautiful…I can’t believe it’s really you…”

She knew Terry was tall, but DAMN. She had to crane her neck just to look up at him. And his eyes…Summer found herself getting lost in them.

“You’re so much more beautiful in person. That performance…damn…”

Summer tucked her chin, unable to contain her blushing. Terry startled Summer when he lifted her chin for her to look at him. Her breath hitched.

“Up here…”

“Okay…”

“You did amazing up there. I’m glad I got to see it in person…” Terry whispered with a low, resonant voice.

“Thank you, Terry. Me too.”

“Should we get outta here? I’m kinda anxious right now to have you all to myself…”

Summer chuckled softly, body vibrating with lust. Terry wouldn’t stop admiring her. It was so intense, Summer shyly smiled and dropped her head. What was it about this man that had her acting all giddy and nervous?

“C’mon,” Terry held his hand out for Summer to grasp.

Thighs clenching, Summer accepted Terry’s hand and when she placed her hand in his, Summer almost whimpered. His entire hand swallowed hers. Warm and strong. Fuck. Summer allowed Terry to guide her out of the strip club. When they’d finally made it to the door, Terry placed his hand on the small of her back, holding the door opened for her.

“Did you drive here?” Terry questioned.

“I did,” Summer pointed to her blue lexus, “This is me.”

“I’ll follow you out if that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay!” Summer responded excitedly.

Terry laughed before opening her door for her when she unlocked it. He helped Summer inside and then he took her things to put them in the back seat. Terry stood at the opening of her driver’s side door, looking down at her with a smirk and soft eyes.

“I’ll be right behind you, baby girl.”

“Okay, Terry…”

She watched as he leaned into her car, her body tensing up. Terry grabbed her hand and pecked it gently to tease, then came that deep chuckle she loved so much. It took her a moment to gather herself. It was the faintest of kisses but the feel of his generous lips against flesh sent sparks throughout her body. The hairs on her arms stood up and her pussy did that pitter-patter thing.

“Drive safe.”

He shut her door and flashed her a quick smile before jogging over to his truck—an all black GMC Sierra 2500HD Denali. Summer started the ignition, licking her lips to . Cocoa butter. She pulled out of the parking lot and checked to see if Terry was following her. When the coast was clear, she drove off with shaky hands and a flutter in her belly.

——

Summer stayed in a nice cul-de-sac home with a two car garage. She’d made enough money as an exotic dancer to purchase a home and move out of her apartment. She hopped out of her car and Terry pulled in closer as soon as she shut the garage. He quickly exited his car and grabbed her duffel bag so she could open the door.

Terry was finally going to see her home. After talking for months and wondering if he would ever come to see her, she didn’t have to doubt him anymore. Summer opened the front door and turned on the lights. The home had a futuristic feel to it that Summer loved. Terry took off his shoes and socks so he wouldn’t ruin her good carpet. While Summer got settled, he did some exploring of the first level.

Biomorphic curves, gravity-defying elements, sleek materials and bold angles. It looked like something dreamed up by Hollywood. Even the staircase leading up to her room with its modern glass rails completed the design. Summer returned with her flowers, giving Terry a megawatt smile filled with dimples and glossy lips. He followed her into her kitchen and watched her place her roses in a vase.

“This is nice, baby,” Terry took in his scenery of sleek stainless steel and marble, “So, this where you cook up them smothered pork chops, collard greens, and red beans and rice, huh?”

Summer giggles, “You know it. This is my favorite place to be. Would you like some wine?”

“I’ll take some, thank you,” Terry placed his arms behind his back as he stood near the kitchen island.

Summer handed him a glass and Terry accepted it with a slight tilt of his head and a penetrating gaze. They toasted each other before taking a sip of the white wine. The silence was palpable. They were both so thrilled to be in each other’s presence that words were lost on their tongues. Terry broke the silence with a nervous chuckle. He gently placed his now empty glass on the kitchen island before walking with slow, purposeful strides to reach Summer on the other side.

Summer had a firm grip on her wine glass, brown eyes ascending his tall frame to reach his gorgeous face. The pictures of him told her that Terry is a rare sight. A man this handsome is hard to come by. To view him in person; skin-to-skin, breath-to-breath, eye-to-eye, Summer had never seen a man so beautiful. Terry reached out to remove the glass from her hand and he sat it down on the counter top.

“Miss. Summer. I’ve been waitin’ a long time for this moment…and I know that I’ve made promises to come see you…that haven’t been fulfilled…and I’m sure you’ve had your doubts…”

“I have, I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. But you’re here now,” Summer exhaled slowly, “I don’t have to fantasize about what it would be like to have you next to me in my bed anymore…”

When you're not here

(I sleep in your t-shirt)

I wish you were here

(To take off your t-shirt)

After we make love

(I sleep in your t-shirt)

Wake up in your t-shirt

I smell the scent of your cologne…

“I don’t have to wish anymore,” Summer blinked up at Terry as she reached out her hand to stroke his arm that’s two sizes bigger than hers and covered in veins, “Or wonder if we could be something…”

“Hey,” Terry drew in closer his voice lowering a register, “We are something, baby. I need to get that doubt out your head…may I?”

Terry opened his arms and Summer gave her consent with a nod of her head before his arms hugged her tight. Summer pressed her cheek centimeters below his chest. He’s so big and warm. Body beneath his T-shirt unyielding. Terry’s hands began to explore. One hand threaded into her hair, massaging her scalp through her silky, thick tresses, the other glided up and down her back soothingly. Summer couldn’t remember the last time she’d been hugged like this by a man if not ever.

“I wanna explain what held me up a while…I had some legal issues in Shelby Springs…my cousin got mixed up in some mess and I went to bail him out but…he died.”

“The cousin you told me about? Are you serious?”

Summer rested her chin against Terry’s chest as she looked up at him with saddened eyes. He looked back at her, so much emotion swirling in those blue-gray orbs with flecks of gold and brown, as if they are forever changing.

“Yeah,” Terry’s shoulders slumped, “It’s a lot…still gotta clear my name…lawyer up…I’m sorry I’m dumping all this shit on you right now—”

“Don’t be, Terry, don’t be,” Summer caressed Terry’s cheek, “That’s a lot. I’m so sorry…I can’t imagine…”

Summer squeezed Terry and he reciprocated. She felt her body being lifted from the floor and her arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m so sorry about your cousin.” Summer said.

“Thank you, ‘ppreciate that…you’re so precious…”

Summer smiled fondly at Terry, “You’re such a good man, Terry Richmond.”

He loved that she said that. It made him smile handsomely down at her. She wanted to continue putting a smile on his face.

“You’re my safe space, Summer…”

She shut her eyes to avoid the onslaught of tears. It’s only been months that they’ve been talking. She’s his safe space?

“Terry…”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes—”

Terry hooked his hands beneath Summer’s ass and hiked her up so her thighs could circle his cut waistline. One hand cradled the back of her neck while the other secured her waist snugly against him.

Summer felt her heart race. The air was thick with the creamy, warm, and earthy scent of his cologne, and the distant sound of her heartbeat faded into the background. A mix of security and excitement reflected in their depths.

With a tentative smile, Terry brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The hand against her waist gave a gentle squeeze that spoke volumes. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, their breaths mingling.

When their lips finally met, it was soft and hesitant at first, testing the waters. But as the kiss deepened, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their connection and the thrill of a moment long awaited. Their tongues danced a slippery recital, lip’s cushiony, teeth grazing.

He’d ached to taste her. To taste a woman after so long. Summer’s daydreaming didn’t prepare her for the reality in front of her. Terry’s long legs began to guide them into Summer’s living room and towards her couch. He pulled away so that he could place her on her back. Summer’s dress had ridden up her shapely thighs revealing smooth, tawny skin. Terry knelt one leg between her thighs before lowering over her. Summer lifted to kiss him again, but Terry stopped her with a single finger to her lips.

“…It’s been way too long for me, baby girl. Seeing you dance tonight…doing your thing up there…it took a lot of work not to walk up on that stage and put this dick in you.”

Summer’s breath hitched.

“I’ve painted a picture in my mind many times of what that body looked like…” Terry’s eyes dropped down to the tops of Summer’s breasts, “I don’t think I ever told you I’m a breast man…and you got a pair that I just wanna…”

He pressed his face into her neck and inhaled. Summer drew her bottom lip into her mouth to control the incessant trembling. He’d never talked this dirty to her.

“…I just wanna suck and lick and nibble all over these titties…”

She could feel her nipples hardening from his words alone. Hearing it in person and so close to her ears had a greater effect. Summer was squirming. Her pussy leaked so much that it became unbearable to even wear panties around him. She’d have to walk around with an exposed pussy to cool off.

“I can suck these titties all night…sleep with a titty in my mouth…play with your nipples until you’re squirming…flick your nipples with my tongue…you got some thick nipples too, baby…mmmh…”

That long, drawn out groan into her neck had her whimpering. This man had her weak. Summer raked her nails down his chest before twisting the fabric of his T-shirt into her fist.

“Here, please,” Summer thrust her chest into him, “Daddy, please…”

“I love the way you beg, baby girl…” Terry kissed down her neck, “you’ll be doin’ a lot of that shit tonight. Beg for me to suck on that pussy…beg for me to fit this dick in you nice and good…”

“Terry…”

His malleable lips created a tickling sensation until he reached her breasts. Summer watched with desperation as his lips covered the fleshy hills in a repeated motion. She was mewling. Nipples so hard. He started kissing around each nipple through her dress. Summer clawed the suede sofa.

“Daddy…”

She was shivering.

“Want more? Where you want it? Talk to me…”

She was able to control the quiver of her lower lip to speak, “Please suck on my nipples…I can’t take it.”

“Nahhh, you gotta beg harder than that…”

Summer moaned softly, “uhnnnnnn…” when he used his teeth to nibble on her nipples, “Daddy, I want you to suck my nipples. Do whatever you want to my titties…please, please, please….”

Terry peered up at Summer with those hypnotic eyes.

“Good girl…that’s how you ask for what you want…”

With one hand, Terry’s eyes remained fixated on Summer’s face, he lowered the top of her strapless, body-con dress, one beautiful, round, breast coming into view. Skin like honey, nipples and areolas a deep brown. Busty and asymmetrical. Perfectly imperfect. Her bejeweled nipple pebbled and Terry’s lips parted.

“Shit, you just don’t know…”

He revealed the other breast and it jiggled a little upon its release.

“So fuckin’ beautiful…”

He blew air onto her nipples. Summer arched her back. Terry used that opportunity to slither his hands beneath her to keep her chest elevated so he could attack each big titty the way he wanted. Hair in her face, glossy lips slightly open, soft moans flowing from her mouth, Summer looked pleasantly horny.

Terry started off with flicking her nipples back and forth. His pink tongue is warm and wet. When his lips drew her left nipple into her mouth first, Summer cried out. Her thighs gripped his waist, and Terry couldn’t wait to feel those soft thighs do the same thing to his head.

“Ah, mmm, unhhhh, yesss…you like these fat titties, daddy?”

“Mhm,” Terry was in the zone sucking back and forth.

She could tell he was a titty man alright. He rubbed his face in it, dragged his teeth down her breast bone, used his big, strong, veiny hands to push her breast together so he could trace his tongue back and forth.

“I’m a need you to do that on this pussy!”

Terry released a laugh, burying his face between her breasts. Summer was hot all over and close to tackling this man!

“More wine first,” Terry rest his cheek against one of her breasts as he looked up at her, “So soft…the best pillow…”

Summer exhaled impatiently, “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.”

Terry kissed her breasts one last time before covering her back up, “Are you okay with me getting the wine? While you put on some music?”

Summer wasn’t prepared for the visual. Terry stood up and as he was fixing his shirt that had lifted up, she focused on those abs, the strip of hair leading down to his crotch, and the deep v-cut. The lower her eyes went, the more she had to stop herself from dropping to her knees. A very vivid and distinct outline of his third leg sat along his thigh like a python beneath a sheet waiting to strike. He was on brick.

“It’ll be all yours tonight…”

Their eyes met with equal desire.

“I’ll go grab that wine…bathroom?”

“Uh…d–down the hall and t–to your right.”

Terry chuckled, “I’ll be back.”

He disappeared and Summer let out a long exhale. She walked over to her Bluetooth sound system and knew exactly what she wanted to listen to.

——

Summer dimmed the lights with her cell phone and after five minutes, Terry returned with their glasses and a bottle.

Storming outside, rain

She keeps me home

Quiet conversation makes me warm

Summer rain

Whispers me to sleep

And wakes me up again

Sometimes i swear i hear her call my name…

Terry smiled at her. Summer pat the sofa cushion next to her enthusiastically. He handed her a glass and plopped down, throwing an arm over her shoulder. His finger tips caressed her arm as they sang along to summer rain

“So go ahead and make it rain…you bring the sunshine back again…”

“Okay vocals!” Summer teased.

Terry threw his head back and laughed, “Stop.”

“I’m just teasing, daddy,” Summer snuggled closer, “More wine, please…”

“Anything for you,” Terry leaned forward to retrieve the bottle.

Summer rain started playing again.

They emptied the bottle of wine and their tipsy banter stared. Terry was very playful. He had Summer trapped beneath him on the throw rug, his shirt off and thrown somewhere. Summer couldn’t stop giggling. The wine had her feeling light and cozy. Her laughter couldn’t be contained.

“If you follow directions, I wouldn’t have to do this,” Terry had her by her wrists above her head, “You gotta behave to get what you want, Summer. I’m not asking…I’m telling.”

“It’s on my thigh, and you expect me to behave?”

“I expect you to remember who’s in charge…”

“Terry,” Summer rolled her eyes, “You haven’t felt how deep this throat can go yet.”

“So? What that mean?” Terry arched a dark brow, “You ain’t felt my mouth on your pussy yet.”

Terry sat back on his knees above Summer. She lifted up onto her elbows. He tucked his chin slightly and stared at her with this primal look that reminded her of a jungle cat.

“…take this dress off.”

Summer sat up on her butt and shimmy’s her hips, bringing her dress up and over her head, revealing black, cheeky, lace panties and a matching strapless bra. Terry crawled to her. He pulled her into a fierce kiss. Summer’s hands roamed all over his muscles. His skin is so soft.

“Your room…now…” Terry spoke against her lips, “Right now…”

They both stood on unsteady legs, laughing. Terry popped Summer on the ass and she whimpered softly. They moved towards the stairs, Terry creating space between them so he could watch Summer seduce him with her slow ascend. She would look back at him as she climbed, smirking at him with those siren eyes. That booty in those panties made him want to take a bite.

He’d been dying to see her room. She pushed open the double doors and Terry came face-to-face with a room made for a vixen. The dark palate mixed with low lighting created the perfect space to get nasty. And he planned to get real nasty. Terry walked up on Summer from behind, and with one hand, he gathered her straightened hair into his fist neatly and tugged. She pivoted back against him, her soft cheeks flush against his crotch.

“I’m undressing you…”

Hair still in his grasp, Terry worked on her bra. It fell from her body to the floor. He released her hair so that he could drop down and take her panties off. Summer looked over her shoulder at him. He peeled her panties away at a snails pace. His lips kissed her back dimples. She wiggled her hips to help him lower her panties. Buttery, smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

Terry nibbled on her ass like a famished man. His hands kneaded her plump flesh. It was time to peel the crotch of her panties away from her pussy.

“Bend forward slightly…yes…just like that…”

His deep grunt told her all she needed to know. Terry was blown away by how much sticky, wetness connected to her panties. A slimy, sweetness he couldn’t wait to clean up with his tongue. The aroma of her arousal activated his taste buds. The shape of her lips from the back had him mesmerized. Summer stepped out of her panties quickly so Terry could have her completely.

“C’mere,” Terry stood and walked Summer towards her bed, “Sit this pussy on my mouth right now.”

He got down on the floor and tilted his head back on the bed. Summer straddled his face and tilted her pelvis forward. Terry placed each hand on her ass to push her closer. The moment her pussy smothered him, he used his tongue to clean up her mess.

“Fuck!”

Summer felt his tongue part her outer lips and swipe upward. She almost saw heaven.

“Mhm…”

Her legs shook. Terry pushed her legs apart further with force so he can eat it more. Summer raised a leg to the edge of the bed and Terry wasted no time using his lips and tongue in junction to slurp on her pussy.

“Yes….oh….”

This was a man that knew what he was doing. He didn’t have to tell you. Summer started feeding his mouth some pussy with a roll of her hips. Terry followed her movements eagerly. Clit hard, folds nice and slick, she knew she was close. It was only a matter of time.

“Terry, I’m gonna cum in your mouth…”

His silence was her undoing. He was too busy eating pussy like a starved man. She could hear his big lips working her up to a juicy cum. His tongue darting in and out of her wet hole, her clit being attacked from every angle imaginable, she was going to burst.

“Terry…Terryyyyyy…”

That ass and those thighs jiggled out of control.

“Uhhhhhh….ahhhhhhh….huuuuuuuuhh….”

She fisted the sheets so hard her nails dug info her skin painfully. The aftershocks of her release left lingering tremors she couldn’t control. Terry removed his lips from her clit, a trail of her cum connected to his bottom lip. His face was covered in sweat and cum. Summer threw herself onto the bed so Terry could stand. She looked at him and watched as he licked his lips.

“So good…your pussy tastes so good…”

“Thank you…now I wanna taste you…”

It was the moment she’d been waiting for. Terry hummed his approval, walking up towards her. Summer worked to undo his pants with frantic movements. Terry didn’t stop her. She wanted that dick in her mouth.

“Get yours, baby…”

“Oh, I will,” Summer replied.

Summer lowered his pants and briefs. His dick bobbed out and she had to take a moment to just…

He was definitely a big boy. Enough to stretch you out. That pain and pleasure mix. His length told her she would feel it in her stomach. The veins created a path for her tongue to take. His tip; the perfect shape to fit in her mouth perfectly. His balls were taunt and heavy. It was a masterpiece.

“Summer…put this dick in your mouth…that’s an order.”

An order she would gladly accept. Summer kissed along his shaft. Terry smoothed her hair back so she wouldn’t mess it up. Her kisses turned sloppy, then she added some tongue, then she found herself sinking down onto his pole the sides of her mouth stretched to accommodate all of him.

“Put more in there,” Terry placed his arms behind his back, watching her like a drill sergeant, “there you go…such a good little thing, ain’t you?”

He sat at the back of her throat. Summer used her neck and jaw muscles to work that dick with loud sucking and spit bubbles. Terry’s mouth dropped open when she showed him that she could deep throat. Her tongue wiggled against his balls and Terry almost nutted down her throat from that alone.

“Damn, girl…you lovin’ this big dick?”

“Mmmmcmcjdkssk—”

“Fuuuck,” Terry’s beautiful eyes rolled shut, “that’s how you suck this dick…that’s how you show daddy…”

Summer loved sucking dick. Terry’s dick deserved all the love. She would suck it and look in his eyes. Terry stared back with furrowed brows and a bite of his lip.

“Summer…”

Her name resonated from his voice so deep and lustrous.

She pulled out all her tricks. Sucked his balls, focused on his tip, licked his frenulum. Terry’s ab muscles flexed and his squared jaw clenched. Her hair in his grip, Terry was losing his sanity.

“I’m cumming—”

Thick, ropes of ejaculate filled her mouth.

“Ughh–ahhhhh fuck—”

Summer drank down every single drop like it was the sweetest cream filling. She’d waited months to do this and she was going to make this beautiful man cum. That fat dick hung in her face ready for more action and she had a wet pussy for it to dig into.

“Aight, on your back, no more wasting time.”

Terry spoke those words with such urgency. Summer felt the firmness in his tone. She scooted onto the bed and spread her legs wide and limber. Terry climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. The feeling of the tip of his dick sitting against her pussy lips made this moment all too real.

“Yes…put that big dick in me…”

Terry placed himself above her and with one hand, he guided his dick between her lips and then with a slight thrust of his hips, he sank inside of Summer. She gasped, knees drawing into her chest. Terry watched his dick split her open with a penetrating stare. Summer tried to move and Terry locked her legs to her ears.

“You want me to keep you still? I suggest you stop moving.”

She froze.

With one thrust, he was fully inside of her. Summer moaned louder. As a reflex, she tried to close her legs, but Terry wasn’t having that.

“Terry! Holy FUCKING SHIT!”

“Eyes on me. That’s an order.”

He smirked mischievously. She was ruined.

Terry pumped into her at a moderate pace. Summer couldn’t handle taking all that dick and focusing on his eyes at the same time. There was no way.

“It’s so big!”

“It’s big but this pussy love it, this pussy love it, look at this pussy…creamin’ all over me like that…such a messy girl…”

Summer was making a mess indeed. You could hear it and see it. Wet, sloshing noises.

“Ain’t been fucked in a while…got you wettin’ this dick up.”

She couldn’t handle the way his dick stroked her spot.

“Stretchin’ this pussy out? Didn’t I say I wasn’t gon’ take it easy?”

She couldn’t speak. How could she? Terry had her folded in half and teetering over the edge. She felt her stomach grow tight and her body seized up.

“T–T–T—”

Summer didn’t have a chance. She turned her head and cried out. Terry held his dick deep while staring down at her face.

“You tryna push me out?” Terry chuckled evily, “What if I don’t wanna leave?”

“P–please, daddy…”

“Hmm,” Terry slowly withdrew his hips, “Please keep fucking you?”

His words were killing her. She could only nod her head.

Oh! Boy I've been waiting

(Oh oh oh)

Now my body's shaking

(Oh oh oh)

You're so deep, baby please, take it easy…

“Think you can arch your back for me?”

Terry kissed Summer on her lips.

“Mhm…”

Terry lifted Summer and helped her into position. She arched her back exactly how he wanted her. Deep with that ass high in the air. He was tall so it needed to be. Terry had a handful of her ass and that was his leverage to anchor his dick in her pussy. Summer groaned into the sheets. She looked breathtaking. Hair fanned out above her. Back in a beautiful position. Ass sitting up and giving Terry the best view of that pink pussy.

“Oooh!”

She could feel him almost touch her heart with how long his dick is!

“Terry, it’s too much!”

He wasn’t even giving her all of him. He arched a brow down at her.

“What did we discuss…”

She knew to be a big girl but LAWD he was hefty.

“I know…it’s just so big…”

“With a body like this…it’s built for dick like mine…”

He stroked slower, Summer drooling onto her sheets.

“Nah you look at me when I’m in this pussy…”

“Summer turned her head and looked back at Terry.

“There’s my pretty girl…such a pretty girl.”

Summer put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a pacifier while staring into his eyes.

“Fine ass,” Terry picked up the pace.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”

Summer bit down on her finger and her eyes crossed. She coated his dick again and at this point it was dripping wet. Terry pulled out and ate her from behind. He couldn’t control himself. Summer tried to move her hips away and it earned a sharp slap to the ass. Terry resurfaced, pumping his dick in his hand. He snatched Summer by her hair and abruptly angled her head to suck him off. Summer did just that while Terry fingered her pussy from the back. He started talking her through it.

“Fingers deep in this pussy, little one? Mmhm…”

Summer stroked him while sucking on his tip.

“There you go, such a creamy little slut…”

She furrowed her brows at the feeling of two fingers pumping her. She was leaking to the bed.

“Daddy fingering this pussy good? Hmm?”

Summer spit his dick out, “I’m cumming!”

Terry continued to work his fingers knuckle deep. Summer felt something burst inside of her and soon she was creating a puddle between her legs. Terry’s fingers slipped out and he brought them to her mouth to taste. Summer licked them clean for him.

“I know you can give me more, right?”

“Yes…” Summer replied weakly.

Terry placed Summer on her back and then he got between her legs from the side. Terry pointed his still hard dick at her pussy and with one look into her eyes he was back inside like he never left. His toned hips worked to drill her hole.

“Daddy! Cum already!” Summer begged.

It felt too good and she couldn’t handle the overwhelming pleasure. She pressed a weak hand against his abs, attempting to push him away, only for Terry to lock her wrist down. He licked his lips at her and gave her a sly smirk while continuing to fuck her into the mattress.

“Terry…”

“Yes?”

Summer erupted. The tight hold from her walls made his balls tighten and his dick pulsate within her wetness.

“Give me this pussy!”

Terry’s hips stuttered out of control. He couldn’t hold off any longer. This good pussy on her had his dick so sensitive.

“Summer…FUCK!”

Terry pulled out and Summer shot up from the bed with her tongue poked out and eyes on him. Terry fisted his long dick, emptying a big load all over her tongue and face. It just wouldn’t stop. His ass muscles clenched from the overwhelming pressure. Summer looked pleasantly fucked and her giggle warmed his heart.

“You’re such a nasty girl…”

“All for you…”

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {22}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 22: Oopsies

-Chris-

He sat in his lawyer’s office after getting a call a few days ago about hammering out some details. Glancing at his phone at the time he saw it was now fifteen minutes past the scheduled meet time. This had never happened before. He walked to the floor to ceiling windows and peered out over downtown Los Angeles. It had its drawbacks, many drawbacks but being this high, it drowned them all out. He could actually hear himself think something he hadn’t been able to do the last week. His filming schedule picked up, so his time was once again stretched thin, which meant his time with Ella took the impact. He’d only made it to one dinner and couldn’t get away from set to see her during the days. He was frustrated by it, to say the least. In the same week, he’d dodged numerous calls from his siblings because he just didn’t know what to say yet. He knew he couldn’t explain over the phone. It had to be in person.

He rubbed his forehead, and the candy bracelet caught his eye. He smiled as he slowly twirled the confection jewelry. It was the first gift from Ella, a gift she personally gave to him. He carefully looked over it and smiled as he passed the small mermaid decals she said she put “spesol.” No lie, he nearly bawled like a baby right in front of her, and when he went home that night he did cry. It was quickly becoming harder and harder to imagine his life without her.

The door behind him opened, and he spun around to see his lawyer Max and his previous lawyer, Sherman. He was shocked. “Sherman?”

“How are you, Chris?” They shook hands. He looked over him. He’d heard about his struggles over the last few years.

“How are you, Sherman?” He nodded and smiled. “Doing a lot better Chris. Time truly does heal all wounds.” He nodded.

“Good to hear. So what’s this about a few things to hammer out?”

“Have a seat, Chris,” Max said stretching his arm out to the available seats by the bar. He sat with the view of LA before him. The two men sat before him, but they didn’t speak. He scoffed.

“Guys, come on. What is it? Is it that last deal for that fashion house? is there a problem with the financial part of the contract?” Sherman sighed and slid to the edge of the couch he sat.

“No. I’ll just get on with it. So, remember those years ago you came to me about that matter with that young woman?” He snorted and nodded; they were well past that now.

“I remember.” Sherman took a deep breath then forged ahead.

“There is no easy way to say this. I was going through a lot then, nothing I wanted any of my clients to know about. When I received each of your paperwork for the divorce--.” He paused and took another deep breath. “I was prepared to file it with the state; then I had my ordeal.

By ordeal, he meant his nervous breakdown and subsequent mental breakdown that landed him in rehab for six months and a string of other mental and emotional setbacks which led to him just picking up and leaving for two years. He’d had it rough.

“With all the commotion and unrest around here, the deadline that was given by the state to file the papers was missed.” He nodded.

“Okay.” Max and Sherman looked at each other and back to him. “Okay?” Max inquired with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, deadlines are missed all the time.” They both looked at him like he was crazy.

“Okay, hold on. Chris, do you understand what Sherman’s saying? He didn’t file the divorce papers in time with the state. Matter of fact the papers were never filed. Your divorce was not processed,” Max reiterated in understandable terms.

Slowly his words processed, and the weight of them had him springing to his feet. “What!”

Both men nodded, seeing that he fully understood. “What does—what are you trying to say, Max?”

“You’re still married. You’ve been married this entire time.”

He almost passed out; he staggered backward before he caught himself against the couch. After steadying himself he began pacing. His mind was running a mile a minute and wouldn’t stop on just one thing. Every so often his movements stopped for a few seconds only to begin again. He didn’t know how long he paced without speaking.

“Chris,” Max cautiously began. He stopped and looked at them.

“What do you need? We can refile, we just have to get her in here and do the process again. This is not unfixable. We can turn this minor nuisance around. Just say the word, and we’ll get this divorce started, and you’ll be free of it,” Max informed. With every word he said his brain only processed a few; refile, unfixable, free.

“Free?” Both men nodded. He turned his back to them and walked across the room to the other windows and looked out but not to the view. He looked into the sky.

“You wanted a wife and kid. Now you have em’.”

When the thought popped into his head, he scoffed then laughed out loud. He laughed for several moments taking in the double irony of his situation. This was better than any rom-com movie he’d seen or starred in.

“Uh, Chris--.” He held his hand up and bent to his knees to catch his breath.

“My god. Whooo! So you both are telling me that due to your fuck up I’m still married.” They looked between each other again and nodded, not making eye contact with him. He snorted again. “And I’ve been married for how long now?”

Max walked across the room to his desk and took up the papers. “Well, today is April nineteenth, uh—two years and eight months, just about.”

He laughed again only this time it was a little louder. He was convinced they thought he was having a mental breakdown. “Wow, you can’t write this shit. This is classic. Wow. Okay.”

“Should we begin again on the divorce?”

He looked back out and to the sky. He couldn’t help but feel like this was yet another irrefutable sign from a higher being, or beings. Some called it destiny, and others called it fate; he called it irony.

“I’ll be in touch.” With that, he turned and walked out their office. He didn’t know what he was going to do. All he knew was this was sign number three, and he wasn’t sure if he could brush this to the side as easily as he did the others.

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wakandas-vibranium · 6 years ago

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Cut From The Same Cloth ||| Part Five

(1)(2)(3)(4)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning(s): Strong language, smut

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The party was jumping at full force when you and Erik arrived. Students were already drunk off their ass. You both laughed as the scene unfolded before you. Some random chick was twerking on the wall. A guy hauled ass to the bathroom to spill his guts. This high couple was bumping and grinding all on the dance floor. It was wild. You and Erik showed up just in time.

“You wanna do some shots?” Erik shouted over the deafening music. You nodded, following him over to the bar. You signaled for the bartender to come over once you got there.

“Tequila shots, please!”

“You got it.” The bartender nodded.

After several shots you were feeling warm and fuzzy. A feeling you liked a little too much.

“You feeling better?” Erik chuckled as he watched you milly rock to Outkast’s B.O.B. That was your motherfucking jam!

“Hell yeah! Let’s go dance!” You laughed, pulling him by his arm to the dance floor.

It didn’t matter what song came on you were cutting a rug! Erik was not missing a beat right along with you. You wanted to drink and dance the night away. You didn’t want to think about Kuznetsov, Anthony, school and you especially didn’t want to think about the feelings you had towards Erik. Not tonight.

“ALL SKEET SKEET MOTHERFUCKER! ALL SKEET SKEET GODDAMN!”

“GODDAMN!”

You and Erik danced until you were panting messes. This was the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You’re glad you listened to Erik and came to this party. It’s not like he really gave you a choice anyway. The host passed by you and Erik, stopping to put multicolored bead necklaces around your necks and hand you both a kazoo.

“Alright bitches the countdown is about to began!” The host shouted. You smiled brightly as everyone started to count backwards from ten.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Screams of excitement filled the room as soon as twelve o’clock hit. Confetti poured from the ceiling as champagne bottles were being popped. It was exciting to bring in the new year with a bunch of people. Even though most of them were strangers but it was a hell of a lot better than being alone in your room.

“Happy New Year, (Y/N)!”

Erik pulled you in by your waist while his free hand cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in surprise. Either you were too drunk or not drunk enough. Did Erik just kiss you? You closed your eyes but he pulled away before you could kiss him back. You frowned in disappointment as you looked at everyone else in the room who were sloppily making out and grabbing each other’s clothes.

“Happy New Year.” You whispered as you touched your lips. Your head started spinning causing you to sway a little.

“Whoa! You good?” Erik grabbed you.

“I need to sit down for a minute.”

“Okay. Let’s go to another room.”

Erik swiped two bottles of water, handing you one. He interlocked his fingers with yours as he pulled you into another room. You sat down, taking a long sip of water. Within minutes your head started to feel better but you both sat there for a while discussing New Year resolutions until you sobered up. Erik looked at his watch. An hour or so had passed and he was ready to leave.

“You ready to go home?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

You exited the room, surprised to see everyone still partying. You both waved goodbye to the host before leaving the building and walking to Erik’s car. The ride home was completely silent aside from the soft r&b playing on the radio.

You couldn’t shake the affect his kiss had on you. You haven’t felt this way in a long time and it was just a goddamn kiss. It’s funny. You didn’t want to address your feelings but you didn’t want to leave his side either. Which is why you didn’t leave the car once he parked it. The excitement and how much you enjoyed being around him made you nervous. The last guy you had feelings for was Anthony and he’s tried to end your life on several occasions. Your mind raced with all of these alarming thoughts as you watched the snow fall onto the windshield.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” Erik questioned as he lowered the music.

“Nothing.”

Erik rolled his eyes the moment the lie left your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. He was like a dog with a bone.

“You’ve barely said a word since I kissed you.”

You sighed deeply. Looking everywhere but at him. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Did you not want me to? I’m sorry if I—“

“—No, I wanted you to. That’s the problem...”

“Come here.” Erik gestured for you to sit on his lap, patting his thigh twice.

“Quit playing.” You shook your head at him before turning to look out the window.

Erik pulled the lever on the side of his seat, pushing it back as far as it could go. He reached for your hand and you turned to look at him.

“I’m not playing. Get over here.” His inviting command made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You moved, careful not to hurt your knees as you straddled his lap. You beamed at each other. The “finally” going unsaid.

You expected your first kiss with Erik to be rough and needy but you were hesitant and slightly nervous. Both not wanting to fuck up whatever this was between you. He cupped your face and slowly pressed his lip to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His lips were full and soft just as you expected. Erik’s hands roamed all over your body finally stopping to grip your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue pressed against yours. Erik slipped his hand under your sweater, running his fingers over your sensitive cocoa skin, unsnapping your bra as you pulled your top over your head, tossing it onto the abandoned passenger seat.

“Fuck.” You moaned softly as Erik took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he squeezed your ass through your denim jeans. His body was so warm and it felt satisfying to be in his arms.

You pulled away from him, accidentally honking the horn with your elbow as a crushing feeling came over you. You were being watched. You looked out the windows unable to spot anyone but you couldn’t shake this feeling. You always knew when someone was staring at you.

“Everything okay?” Erik asked as he leaned forward to kiss your collarbone.

“No, we can’t do this.” You made quick of putting your sweater back on before opening the door and climbing off his lap.

Your body shivered as the frigid air pierced through you. Your nipples hardened reminding you that your bra was left somewhere in the car. Erik called after you, asking you to wait for him but you just kept walking until you entered your apartment building. What were you thinking? You couldn’t cross that line with Erik, no matter how bad you wanted to. You just couldn’t. You needed to protect him. If Kuznetsov found out you two were together, he’d slit Erik’s throat. You just knew it. You wouldn’t be able to handle that.

A drunk couple stood beside you as you waited for the elevator. They were giggling as they groped each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. You were trying to avoid Erik but the elevator was taking too long. He spotted you immediately as he stepped into the building, making his way over to you. He stood behind you, waiting for the elevator. You could feel his burning stare. Erik was afraid that he might have screwed things up. The elevator doors finally opened and you all stepped in. Apparently being in an elevator with two strangers wasn’t reason enough for the couple to stop making out.

“Are you mad at me?” Erik whispered as the doors closed.

“No, I’m not mad at you.” You sighed.

You were glad the inebriated couple got off on the second floor because you didn’t want to see them sucking face until you got to your floor. As soon as the doors closed Erik wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played with his dreads. You weren’t sure what to say so you both said nothing. Erik held you tighter, placing tender kisses below your ear. The need pooling between your legs intensified and a chill traveled down your spine. Why was this goddamn elevator so fucking slow?! Your control was slipping with each passing second. You exhaled sharply as your floor approached and the doors opened. You both walked slowly down the hallway. You could cut the sexual tension with a butter knife.

Erik pulled his keys out of his side pocket as you stopped in front of his apartment. You were tempted to go in with him but you knew better.

“You coming in?” He asked as he unlocked his door.

“I’m gonna call it a night.” You insisted.

“(Y/N)—“

“No, Erik. I know exactly what’s gonna happen if I walk in there with you and it isn’t a good idea.”

“You won’t even t—“

“Good night Erik.” You waved before rushing over to your apartment, unlocking the door and slamming it harder than you necessary. You smacked yourself on the forehead a few times before leaning back against the door. To say you were irritated was an understatement. You were aroused and couldn’t even get the dick your best friend was trying to offer you because he might get killed. Fuck! Why was this your life?

There was a heavy knock on your door, causing you to damn near jump out of your skin. You swung the door open, not even the tiniest bit surprised to find Erik standing there. You opened your mouth to speak, but Erik threw his hand up, silencing you as he brushed past you into your apartment. Your eyes followed his every move, scoffing lightly as he plopped down on your couch as if you invited him inside and told him to make himself at home.

“Nigga, what the fuck are you doing?” You huffed as you slammed the door closed.

“Get yo ass over here and sit on my face.”

“Erik, let’s not do this okay? We’re good as friends and I don’t want to ruin it.”

You bent over to untie your laces and kicked off your boots, not noticing Erik take off his jacket and shirt. You looked up, pausing to gawk at his bare chest. Goddamn he was fine! Your temperature was rising and your pussy got wetter.

“Will you just come over here?”

“No! There are plenty of bitches out there that you can fuck. So, just go find one!” You yelled as you pulled off your socks off, bunching them up before launching them at Erik’s head.

“I don’t want some other bitch!”

“Well, you should! They are a hell of a lot less complicated than me! Now get the fuck out!”

Erik stood up from the couch, stomping over to you. He turned you around, pulling you flush against him, pressing his erection against your ass. Erik wanted you bad and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer because he knew you felt the same way.

“You feel that shit? That’s all you. You did that.”

“Erik—”

“Why you fighting this so hard, (Y/N)?”

Why did this nigga have a death wish? Erik pushed your braids to the side, gaining access to your neck. He didn’t hesitate to place gentle kisses right below your ear. The stubborn bastard already knew that was your spot. A moan slipped past your lips as Erik’s hand cupped your breast, squeezing lightly. With his free hand he easily unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand into your panties to play with your throbbing clit. “Goddamn,” he groaned, “I barely did anything and you already dripping for me.” You leaned back against him, breath quickening as he rubbed your clit harder. That all too familiar tightness in your belly that you haven’t felt in a while uncoiled. You came with a loud moan, knees going slightly weak but Erik held you there. You turned around in his arms just in time to watch him suck his fingers clean.

You rolled your eyes at the smug look he had on his face. The bastard. You pulled your top over your head, tossing it on the floor.

“My room. Now.” You commanded. You walked to your room making sure to bump his shoulder. He chuckled at your antics as he followed you into your room. You removed your jeans and underwear before sitting on the bed, unbuckling Erik’s belt as he stood in front of you. Your mouth watered as you rubbed him through his briefs. You pulled his briefs down, freeing his dick. You gripped it with both hands, stroking it slowly. Erik groaned as you licked long, wet stripes along his shaft. He cupped your face as you took the tip of his dick between your lips. You took him deeper, getting wetter at the needy moans escaping his lips. You looked up into his lustful eyes, hallowing your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could. “Fuck.” He cursed as you moaned around him, the vibrations and wet, heat of your mouth making him harder. He cupped the back of your neck, thrusting in and out of your mouth. Several minutes passed before you let his dick fall out of your mouth with a loud pop, stroking it with your right hand while the other fondled his balls.

“Please fuck me now.” You smirked at him as he kicked off the rest of his clothes. He gripped your neck, leaning forward to crush his lips against yours, licking into your mouth. He pushed you back against the bed, lining his tip with your entrance. You both let out a loud moan as he slipped inside of you.

“I knew it,” he groaned out, pushing in slowly until he was fully seated inside of you. Goddamn it.The way he was stretching you out hurt so good.

“Knew what?” You gasped as he rocked into you with long, deep strokes.

“Your pussy was gonna make a nigga wanna nut as soon as he’s in.”

“Tight is right nigga.” You laughed, pulling him down into a kiss.

“You good?” Erik mumbled against your lips.

“Yeah—you feel s-so good.”

“Just like that.” You moaned as he picked up the pace. He cupped your breast as the other bounced freely while he fucked into you. You could tell he was holding back, keeping the same pace for a while. He was driving you crazy. You needed to be fucked. Hard and dirty.

“Erik, please!”

“You gotta tell me what you want princess so daddy can give it to you.” He teased, slowing his thrusts.

“Fuck me harder.” You hissed, pinching his shoulder.

“Whatever you want.” He chuckled.

Erik gripped your leg, lifting it over his shoulder, digging deeper into your core. “Fuck.” Erik hissed, gripping your ankle as he licked and placed kisses up your smooth leg. The pace he set was brutal yet it pulled all kinds of obscene noises from you. You threw your head back against a pillow, eyes fluttering closed as Erik brushed against your g-spot.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” Erik growled, his grip on your waist tightening as he pounded into you. You opened your eyes, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip at the all-consuming stare Erik gave you. He leaned forward putting all of his weight on top of you, circling his hips, making your eyes water at the sheer pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moans getting louder as he sucked a bruise into your neck. “Oh— Shit! I’m gonna cum!” You whined as you held him tighter.

“Cum all over this dick, ma.” Erik whispered in your ear, releasing a low guttural growl as you tightened around him, cumming one last time. Your mouth fell open in a silent o as your entire body convulsed, your orgasm ripped through you making your thighs feel like jello. Erik fucked you through your orgasm, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. Erik thrust inside you a few more times before pulling out. He ripped the condom off, stroked himself a couple of times before releasing himself all over your belly.

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You and Erik have been fucking nonstop over the next five days. Only stopping to eat and shower. This has been the most enjoyable Christmas break and you didn’t want it to end, but classes were getting ready to resume.

You both moaned loudly as you came together. Erik fell back against the bed, pulling you down with him after tying the condom and tossing it into the bin beside his bed.

“I can’t believe I had to wait all these years to get the dick I deserve!” You laughed.

Erik bit back a smile as he shook his head at you. He rubbed circles down the curve of your back while his free hand rested behind his head.

“How are we going to keep this up and not catch feelings, E?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Our friendship is good, awesome even and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Well, I guess we can set some rules.” He suggested.

“No sleeping over.” You started.

“Always be honest. No matter how we think the other may feel.” He added.

You nodded in agreement.

“Always use condoms.” You sneered.

“Why you said it like that?” He pinched your side playfully.

“You’re my best friend and all but don’t think I forgot you almost fucked that bitch with the bikini bottom pussy.” You snickered as you pressed your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

“Yeah I definitely dodged a bullet.” Erik chuckled against your lips.

Worry began to wash over you as you remembered that Kuznetsov and Anthony were still out there and you knew they’d be coming for you soon. It won’t take them long to find out about Erik and use him against you. He was gradually becoming your weakness. You believed it was time to tell Erik the truth about your past. He had a right to know who you are and that he could still leave you alone if he wanted to.

“Kuznetsov is definitely going to kill you.”

“Will you explain everything to me about that Russian asshole?”

“You might not look at me the same.” You frowned, twiddling your thumbs nervously.

Erik just raised an eyebrow. You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat up on the bed. Erik sat up as well grabbing your hands.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s just me and you.” His tranquil voices eased your nerves just enough for you to explain your story.

“My father was the leader of a Blood gang in LA and w—“

“So, you’re a Blood?” He interrupted.

“Basically.”

“My father had a bunch of enemies. Too many to count on both hands. Kuznetsov despised my father more than anyone. I still don’t know why. I came home from school one day to find Kuznetsov and his men in our kitchen.”

You remembered it like it was yesterday. It was a sunny September afternoon in California. Your bitty frame shuffled off the yellow school bus, swearing under your breath as you scuffed your brand-new red converse as you walked down the street to your house. You were excited to show your dad the A+ you made on your science test. You even got the bonus question right about the last metal on the period table. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at how silent your street was. Your street was usually scattered with men and women covered from head to toe in red but there wasn’t a single person in sight. Your father’s friends were always posted along the sidewalks ready to end any Crip who dared step foot in your neighborhood.

You stopped in front of your house, raising a curious eyebrow at the two dark Cadillac Escalades parked alongside the curb. You assumed the vehicles belonged to new friends of your dad and kept walking. You didn’t know if your father had more enemies or friends.

The rusty hinges of the metallic gate creaked as you swung it open. Jonathan, your dad’s best friend normally sat on the front porch with his older son, waiting for you to arrive but he was lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

You rushed to him, kneeling beside him as you frantically shook him. Two shots to the heart and one to the head you observed. Your father told you that bodies found like this were marks from the Russian mob. There was so much blood. You knew he was dead but you had to at least try.

“Wake up, Uncle Jon! Wake up!”

You cried softly once you realized he was gone. Death was nothing new to you, but Jonathan was family and you were devastated. Jonathan’s son Brian was a few years older than you and he usually hung around the house with his father but you couldn’t find him.

A loud commotion came from inside the house and you followed the voices into the kitchen.

Your eyes widened as soon as you stepped foot into the kitchen. Your father was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back. Defenseless. A word you never thought could be used to describe your father. Kuznetsov held a butcher knife to your father’s throat, grinning at your distraught expression.

“Let my dad go!” You screamed, launching at him but two large men gripped your arms, holding you in place.

“Dad!” You cried.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). Remember who you are.”

Those were the last words from your father’s mouth before Kuznetsov slashed the knife across his throat. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you watched your father die within a matter of seconds. Your tears fell harder as your father’s blood began to pool on the mahogany tile. Your father’s gurgles and Kuznetsov’s menacing laugh haunted you for years. Your blood ran cold ever since that day. A person could only imagine what witnessing something horrible like that did to an 11-year-old child.

Erik caressed your ankle, rubbing tiny circles into it as he noticed you struggling to keep it together. His somber, brown eyes gazing into yours was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Kuznetsov waited for me to get home before killing my father. That bastard wanted me to watch him die.” You recalled, sinking your teeth into the bottom of your lip in repressed rage.

“He’s crazy and heartless as fuck.” Erik frowned.

“I thought he was going to kill me but he took me back to Russia with him and trained me like one of his own. I was twelve when I made my first kill.”

“I gained Kuznetsov’s trust and made a name for myself within his mob. Everyone in Russia knew I was to not be fucked with. I was practically his secret weapon. In fact I think he even loved me at some point.” You laughed crisply.

“How’d you get away from him?”

“On my nineteenth birthday I woke up and decided it was time to avenge my father’s death so I killed Kuznetsov’s wife and two children while he was out doing a drop. I took out several of his men before escaping.” You continued.

Erik’s wide eyes expressed how stunned he was at your callous actions but you didn’t care. That was the least Kuznetsov deserved after all he put you through. Erik swallowed the lump in his throat, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

“Then what?”

“I came back to America, went into hiding for a year and a half before I applied to MIT and now here I am with you.” You shrugged.

Erik grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer until you were seated in his lap. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck.

“I’m sorry all of that shit happened to you.” Erik placed soft, comforting kisses along your neck.

“Yeah, me too.” You muttered.

You never talked about your past to anyone and the fact that you trusted Erik with all of this information scared you shitless. You sat there together in a comfortable silence simply enjoying each other’s company.

“What about you? Got a tragic childhood you want to tell me about?”

“I found my daddy with panther claws in his chest.” He whispered.

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What in the hell did he mean by that? Was that slang for something? He couldn’t possibly mean an actual animal?

“Another time.” He mumbled.

Erik cupped your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You gripped his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. You could still taste the gin you two had earlier with dinner. God, his lips were so soft. He pulled away, trailing kisses down your neck. You glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was half past eleven and spring classes started in the morning.

“I should go,” You hesitated, “We need to be well rested for classes tomorrow.”

“You can leave now or...”

“Or what?”

“I can eat your pussy again.” He flashed those pearly whites at you. He knew damn well you couldn’t resist the powers of his tongue.

“Ugh make it quick, nigga.”

In a flash Erik had you on your back, motor boating your breasts causing you to erupt with laughter.

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Ember 8

The Ride Continues.

Erik Stevens x Kimora Myers.

Summary: For this stage along the journey of Kimora and Erik being together, Erik spends some time with his client and new friend Cyprine. Erik and Cyprine POV

So Ember PART ONE will be exactly 15 chapters. Chapter 15 will be a 15A and 15B.

“Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow” - Cherise Sinclair

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California called for rain that day; the liquid pouring down like hail almost. It was a humid rain; the kind where your skin felt sticky and everything clung to your body. It mistifies in the air and tracks this evergreen smell that reminds you of the tropics. As for Erik, he enjoyed the weather. The smell and the way the wind blew was his perfect utopia while he finished up on his client's car.

Cyprine.

[My name is Cyprine, but you can call me C.C]

The girl he met not so long ago. Her Acura was definitely up to par;, especially for her standards. Erik could practically hear her sassy words cascading off her sharp tongue, causing him to smile and shake his head. He cranked some music, YG 10 TIMES playing on his Beats Pill.

Erik wipes in a circular motion over the brand new car engine that resides within her car, visibly pleased with his skills. It was crisp and shiny; the cast iron and aluminum alloy acting as a reflection as Erik smugly stared down into it.

You couldn’t tell him shit. Erik was THAT DUDE when it came down to fixing cars, even that dude in general.

He didn’t have the title for best Mechanic in Cali for nothing. He softly closed the hood of her car, lifting from his crouched position to wipe along the length of the car. His waterproof all black Timberlands dragged loudly along the concrete flooring and the tank top he wore clung to his tacky russet reddish-brown skin from the rain, stained in car engine oil.

A crack of thunder broke out, but Erik didn’t jump. He let out a breath before pulling out his phone, calling up Cyprine to give her the go-to come through and get her car.

“Guess who?” He leaned against her car, folding his legs.

“The guy who’s turning my Lucifer into sex on wheels.”

He chuckled softly, scratching his brow.

“Bingo.”

“That’s music to my ears...is it cool to come through now? I’m a little antsy as you could probably tell.”

“Depends if the weather is your best friend, it’s pretty crazy out there Cyprine.”

“And? I wanna feel that familiar leather on my back again Erik.”

Erik shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine by me, I’m here so.”

“Cool, be there in 20.”

———

Cyprine hung up with Erik, pulling up her lyft app right before clocking out from her job as an assistant curator at the Getty Center. It was a simple shift for her today, the cozy warmth of her office space giving her a comforting feel on this gloomy day. She had the task of assisting the lead curator in assembling and presenting the new renaissance exhibit set to start the following Monday. She closed her MacBook, unfolding her deep bronze shapely legs, sliding back from her desk. Cyprine has a natural strut that radiated erotica, walking towards her heavy duty antique coat rack that sat in a lone corner near the door to her office.

She picked up her black Akris belted cashmere overcoat, fastening it around her waist, picking up Her umbrella. Her Uber is just 5 minutes away, brown eyes staring at the GPS map of the car; a Dodge Charger, with a driver by the name of Kevin. Grabbing up her bag, she finally made her exit, closing and locking her office door. She felt someone brush past her, turning to find that it was her co-worker; Alicia. Alicia was an accounting manager there at the Getty Center.

“Don’t get that coat too wet now girl, I bet it cost a pretty penny.”

Cyprine looked over her shoulder, a light giggle escaping her lips, curly hair flipping.

“I’ll try not to, take care Alicia be careful out there.”

“Same to you C.C.”

———

Finally exiting the building, her Uber sat patiently and right on time, the heavy rain seemingly letting up and the clouds shifting. The click-clack of her olive green pumps pounded the pavement in a sweet melody, trickles of rain from the puddles splaying out from under her step. Cyprine’s dainty fingers finally grabbing hold of the back seat handle on the right side of the car. She slid in quickly, closing her umbrella and shutting the door with ease. She let out a relaxing breath, flipping her hair over her shoulders.

“Cyprine right?”

“Yes, that would be me.” She eyed the cute young man in the rear view mirror. His eyes lingered for a minute, his oval-shaped pure hazel orbs finally settling on his phone as he started the route.

“Headed over to Golden Speed?”

She looked up as the car headed into traffic.

“You know that mechanic shop?”

“Yeah, it’s the best in Cali.”

Cyprine places a small smile on her lips, Erik himself making its way into her brain.

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“It’s gonna be about 1500 for the interior design, and then roughly 3000 for the new engine.”

Erik sat behind his desk, twiddling a pen in his hand as he studied a file in front of him that he created for a new client. The phone call was with that very client; a Lakers player.

“You want a good quality engine right? I’m good for it homie, that’s what I’m known for.”

A smile crept up Erik’s lips, then afterward a snicker; clearly, the guy on the other line had said something hilarious.

“Listen, I’m not gonna keep you, bro, just come through in two days and I can get you started...ared take care.”

Erik hung up, lifting from his desk at the same time as he heard that familiar voice.

“Is there an Erik Stevens available? I’m here for a pickup.”

Erik followed that melody of a voice with his ears, finally meeting the eyes of C.C, her hands untying the belt of her fancy black coat, olive green pumps echoing as she walked towards him. A tight yellow turtleneck dress was underneath that very coat, her hair in its natural state, with soft curls, parted on the side.

She reached out her hand playfully, a professional look on her face.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Cyprine.”

Erik cleared his throat, fighting a dimpled smile to keep up with the charade.

“Cyprine huh? It’s a please miss.”

Erik did a bow, kissing her hand playfully, with a waggle of his eyebrows. Cyprine snorted a laughter, pulling her hand away before slapping Erik playfully on the shoulder.

“You miss me, little nigga?” Erik leaned forward on his desk, tilting his head in her face as if daring her to say otherwise.

“Not as much as I missed my Lucifer where is she?!!”

“Patience is a virtue.” His appealing voice replied, lifting from his workstation.

She kissed her teeth, finally removing her cashmere coat and tossing it on Erik’s desk. Erik turned towards her, walking backward in the direction of her car that he covered for a surprise. His eyes roamed over her from her head to her toes, then back up, before finally meeting her eyes again.

“Who the fuck you tryna impress?”

Cyprine held his stare before giving him an evil eye.

“I don’t have to try when it comes down to catching a nigga attention. Men are easy prey.”

Erik’s eyebrows disappeared under his dreads.

“eh, not all guys. Some are predators.” He was visibly amused.

Erik turned to continue his trail, finally stopping in front of her car.

“Now, are you sure you’re ready?”

She felt antsy, her fingers twiddling and feet pacing.

“Yeah, I’m ready just pull the sheet back.”

“No countdown?” Erik suggested with a mild expression on his face.

“No, no. Just do it E.”

Erik gave her a triumphant smirk, gripping the end of the cover before flinging it back in one clean motion, gathering the fabric.

He heard her gasp loud in his ears, that same feeling he always got whenever he made a client happy filling his chest.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

It was beautiful, every single detail she gave him finally made a reality. The candy apple green was dangerous; almost like poison, and she just knew that she would fuck shit up on the road with this baby. The diamond-encrusted headrests that spelled out Lucifer gave her an early 2000s type of feel.

“Fucking sex on wheels.” She stared at it longingly.

“Nasty sex on wheels.” Replied Erik, rubbing the roof of the car.

“Damn Erik. You didn’t come to play did you?”

He opened his arms wide, his ego definitely on a trillion.

“Need I remind you? I’m the one for a reason girl.”

She rolled her eyes into her head, walking up to the car. The look on Cyprine’s face was the look he enjoyed seeing. She was drawn to this new whip and the way her fingers stroked the surface let Erik know that she would make even better use of this.

“Now this what I want you to do.”

Erik motioned with his hand for her to come around to him.

“C’mere, get in the car and start it up.”

Cyprine took no time to walk around towards Erik, stepping in front of him quickly and excitedly, damn near knocking him back with her hips.

“Damn girl.” Erik stumbles a little before catching himself.

“Don’t let me find out you can’t handle curves, Erik.”

He looked slack-jawed like somebody hit him clean across his face. That look had her hollering with laughter.

“I can’t believe you just said some shit like that out your mouth.” That’s all he could muster.

“Shhh.”

She hushed him, finally opening her car door and slipping inside. It smelled like sandalwood and cedar; guessing that it was Erik’s scent that filled her nostrils from the time he spent designing the interior.

Cyprine closed the door, grasping her familiar keys. She turned the ignition, feeling the car rumble under her, vibrating her body.

Erik knocked on her window, causing her to lower it ever so slightly.

“Pump the gas pedal. Don’t hold back either.”

She had a wide-eyed expression, her heeled foot pressing down on the gas pedal in short bursts.

That damn engine.

“You hear that engine girl? 191 Horsepower. You hear the way it’s revving up?”

Both of their eyes locked in a shared understanding.

She pumped it again, letting her foot settle on the gas peddle a little longer, watching Erik’s face contort in absolute pleasure. If you could get off on cars, Erik sure as hell would, she thought.

It was like music to her ears. She felt like she was in a fast and furious movie the way it sounded.

“Fuck me sideways.” She spoke.

“Like you said, sex on wheels right? I think it’ll fuck you more ways than that.”

Cyprine let out a soft chuckle, turning her gaze to Erik. She tilted her head back against the seat, a grateful look in her eyes, and maybe tears?

“Aye! Don’t start that shit girl.”

“I can’t help it! It’s so fucking beautiful.” She wiped at her eyes, groaning.

“I’m such a fucking baby with shit like this.”

Erik opened her car door, holding out his hand to help her out. She pulled at her dress, the fabric bunched up from her sitting.

“It’s no problem with that, you are all around pleased with my work and I’m more than proud to see that look on your pretty face. You looked like a child at Christmas time girl.”

She couldn’t help but to smile at that, the touchy side of her lunging forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him in for a hug. It happened just as quick as it started, C.C pulling away.

“I’m sorry I felt like you deserved that.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s just a damn hug you act like you tried to kill me.”

She shoved him.

“Smart ass.”

“You smell good though so it’s coo.”

Erik turned to walk away back to his workstation, pulling out her file.

“Okay so everything is paid for, you like the design. All ends were met so we are good Miss Cyprine. All I need is for you to sign these areas that I have marked with an X, just to confirm everything.”

Cyprine grabbed a ballpoint gold ink pen from a small cup on Erik’s desk, leaning forward to study the script.

“Sign here..” Erik tapped on the paper delicately with his pointer finger.

“Then here…” Cyprine made one last swish of her wrist as she wrote out the fancy cursive of her name in Erik’s signature gold ink.

Erik smiles goofily at her, closing her file and placing it in a neat pile on top of at least 10 others.

“Wow. A hard-working man who makes his money.”

She was impressed. She may not have understood the workings of a mechanical engineer, but she understood hustle, and Erik was that and then some.

“Making money doing what I love. That’s always been my goal.”

She focused her eyes on an empty space between them, before shaking her head slightly, staring down at her fingers.

“Honestly, Erik I really appreciate what you’ve done.”

“Don’t trip, it’s not a problem.”

Her feet were beginning to bother her, finally deciding to seat herself on the edge of his desk.

“Long ass day?” Erik asked.

“Yes. My feet are killing me and I need a drink. It’s a Friday night why the hell not right?”

Erik stroked his beard, both of their eyes meeting before Erik broke it off, a thought surfacing.

“Well, seeing as we’re friends and all, you could cruise through my place. We can get drunk and listen to some music? how’s that sound?”

Cyprine paused, one eyebrow arched perfectly and questioningly.

“Your place?”

“Yeah.” Erik’s shoulders shot up.

“What’s so special about your place?”

“Step foot in it then you’ll see.”

“Well, what if I don’t like it?” She teased.

“You mean what if you LOVE IT.”

“You smug motherfucker.” He was irritating.

“So what’s it gonna be little nigga? Drinking alone? Or drinking with me?”

She pondered that, her eyes squinting on him to try and read any sign of a joke, but he was dead serious.

“Fine. Lead the way host.”

“Yee! That’s what’s up.” His huge brown eyes dancing with humor.

Erik pointed to her Lucifer.

“Let’s see how quick you can keep up with me in these streets with that car of yours.”

She liked a challenge, taking no time to agree with Erik.

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see then Erik.”

_____________________________

Erik pulled his matte black Audi R8 with gold trimming into the roundabout lobby entrance outside of his luxury loft apartment building. He pulled up to the garage, entering in his personal PIN number to allow access into the garage to park. His favorite spot on the first level was available, pulling in swiftly. The engine made an intense vroom vroom sound, then came to a complete stop, his eyes training on the new and improved Acura pull up behind him. He smiled like the Cheshire Cat, his competitive, fixed eyes watching her window roll down, her curly mane whipping out the window, chocolate face coming into view with a bright white smile.

“You cheater! You lucky I don’t know where you stay I would have been the first one pulling in here.”

“I like how you believe that!! You must not know girl I race cars faster than both of ours stop playing with me!!.”

Erik pulled his head back into his car, finally opening the door to exit, quickly opening the back door to grab his uniform top with the Golden Speed logo embroidered on the small front pocket.

Erik motioned for C.C to follow him towards the revolving doors, the light from the fancy chandelier drawing patterns along those swinging doors. Erik sped in first, quickly twirling the doors to make it difficult for C.C to get through. He watched her annoyed expression, that small hand of hers giving him the finger before lunging forward to squeeze her tiny but voluptuous frame inside. Her heels clicked quickly along the marble flooring before finally making it into the air-conditioned building, coming face to face with extra Erik.

“You see these shoes right? You know it’s such thing as death by heels.”

Erik scuffed folding his arms, eyes falling to her heeled feet and strong calves.

“The way your legs are built you would have been alright C.C.”

“Oh, so I have nice legs?” She questioned slyly, walking ahead of him with a switch in her hips to purposely showcase her stallion legs. They glowed like she was dipped in a bath of essential oils.

“They cool.” Erik shrugged nonchalantly, speeding up to meet her strides, bumping her softly.

Erik made it to the elevators, pressing the ascending button. Cyprine stares at both of their reflections on the elevator directly in front of them, her oval-shaped brown eyes falling on Erik’s purposely low ones. He gave her a wink, followed by a charming smile, causing her to look down at her olive green pumps, watching the way her feet slid across the polished flooring. A soft ding sounded to her right, indicating that the last elevator out of the four was available for them.

“Ladies first.” Erik motioned for Cyprine to go first, reaching out from behind her to hold open the elevator door so it wouldn’t close; it had the tendency to do that in these buildings.

“Such a gentleman Mr. Stevens.” She spoke softly, focusing on Erik’s toned frame enter the elevator, turning his back towards her, his pointer finger pressing number 12. He rested his body against the mirrored wall just behind him, his eyes staring up at the many rows of light panels that littered the ceiling. His arms were folded over each other, fingers resting in the crease of his arms.

The smell that radiated off of him was the smell of rain with a hint of apricot or peach mixed with a woodsy scent. It was masculine but soft and inviting. Cyprine caught herself turning her head towards him to get a better whiff, pausing when she caught sight of him eyeing her down with a curious flicker of his eyebrow.

“Are you smelling me?” He had amusement in the way he asked that as if he were trying to make her feel uncomfortable next to him. She rolled her eyes heavily into her head, almost as if she were possessed. But deep down, Erik knew and I’m sure she knew, the effect that he caused.

“Maybe I am. You’re so close.”

“Hmph...did you know that this elevator space is roughly 80 inches wide? Then I would say about...54 inches in depth from the back wall to the elevator door.”

“I had no clue E...I’m not an expert on such things,” Cyprine commented with sarcasm, making quotations with her fingers.

“Well, the point I’m trying to make is that out of all the space within this elevator...you decide to stay settled next to me.”

Erik continues, leaning his right shoulder against the wall, downcasting his eyes on Cyprine.

“You ever notice how when there is one person on an elevator, they stand in the center, then when someone else comes in that person moves to the corner?”

Erik leaned down towards her face, Cyprine looking forward towards the LED screen, watching the count from each floor.

8, 9, 10…

“You didn’t do that though...your ass just wanted to be near me. Say it.”

“I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

The elevator dinged, sliding open slow, Erik’s double doors to his loft staring straight ahead.

“Come on little nigga just say it and we can go.”

Cyprine lifted from the elevator wall, flipping her hair like a diva, preparing to make her exit, only to have Erik lunge forward, stepping in front of her to block her from leaving.

“You insufferable ass.” She had her hands on her hips, eyeing him from head to toe with malice.

“You insufferable ass.” Erik mocked, following up with a low dark chuckle that would usually make your knees weak but in this case, Cyprine was hungry, tired, and her pretty pedicured feet wanted freedom from the tight hold her pumps were providing.

“SAY IT. And I’ll let you pass.” He waited there, his eyes never leaving her face; unblinking.

Cyprine’s bratty nature fought to be difficult but that wouldn’t help situations, Erik would simply toy with her further, almost tormenting.

“You smell like a tropical rainforest with a hint of fresh soil and wet oak. HAPPY?!”

Erik had this bewildered look on his face, something she couldn’t quite describe but the way his tongue dragged along the inside of his mouth, those gold slugs shining as if they were freshly polished, and his full lips pulling back over his teeth was evidence that he took that response as a “yes”

“You gonna move or what irky.” She stepped forward, pushing her front against him forcefully to attempt pushing him back and out of the way.

“I love it when you women do that, Y'all actually think you can move all this muscle.” Erik finally stepped away, turning towards his door.

“Just like you men think Y'all always run shit when you don’t be running nothing but ya mouths.” Snapped Cyprine.

“Oh, we gonna have a discussion baby girl when we get in here.”

Erik patted his black cargo pockets, face set in a confused expression, his eyebrows knitted together extra tight. Did I leave them in the ignition? Nah, I couldn’t have that doesn’t make sense, he thought. Did I drop them while coming in the building? Panic set in a little at the thought of misplacing his keys when FINALLY he felt the hard outline of them deep within a lower pocket on the left side of his pants. He let out a sigh, pulling them out swiftly to unlock the doors to his domain.

“For a second there I thought we would have to call a locksmith.” Teased Cyprine.

“Shut up!” Erik barked over his shoulder, finally pushing his doors open, darkness awaiting ahead.

Cyprine watched as Erik disappeared into his Loft, then it was her turn to make a move. She took a tentative step forward, silence within his home as she finally slipped beyond those doors, closing them behind her. Swiftly, the lights one by one ignited the place, shocking her for a moment. She heard Erik’s familiar devious chuckle past the grand foyer, beyond a wall that was littered with many paintings; mostly abstract with amazing color contrast.

She shook her head slowly, stepping around the wall to find Erik perched against a railing that led down a small staircase into his living room area. Cyprine would usually respond to his shenanigans but the sight before she had her lips sealed tight. It was a large adaptable open space. It was beautiful, luxurious with its contrast of creams, browns, and deep royal blues. The wide ceiling to floor windows gave you the best view of downtown with the twinkling lights from the skyscrapers and the bustling cars down below. There was an edgy staircase with a glass railing leading to the upper level, and a matching one going downward towards what she assumed was the basement. She settled at the top of the short staircase, mouth slightly parted and eyes filled with awe and admiration.

“Is it okay to say I told you so yet little nigga?!”

Cyprine settles her gaze back on Erik, eyes flickering to his sock covered feet rubbing into the alpaca fur rug. He had his chin up and chest poked out with pride, winking at her with a smile.

“Not quite. Don’t get your hopes up high I still haven’t seen the entire place yet.” She removed her heels, feet pressing firmly against the polished marble flooring. The lime green color popped against the floor and of course her mahogany skin.

“But your living room area is amazing though, I’ll rate it a 10/10. Who is your interior designer?!! I mean this shit is beautiful.”

“A client of mines, we had small talk and he told me he does interior design work so I hired him. He basically is in charge of keeping up with the look of my home, and I give him free car work.”

Cyprine was VERY impressed by Erik.

“Well, I may need to hire him because DAMN. He’s really good at what he does.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you his info but for now..”

Erik motioned for her to follow him.

“Let me give you a tour of my crib before we let loose.”

Let loose? What was she in for? This was going to be a long night.

Cyprine followed Erik, watching his muscular back, solid and strapping, as he walked ahead of her. Cyprine couldn’t help but train her eyes there, this nigga Erik was BUILT. She didn’t want to comment on his physique, afraid he might not like the approval.

“Dining room, that as you can probably tell I don’t use.”

An asymmetrical glass wine cabinet as big as the staircase above it was outstanding. Every rack was filled with a bottle of wine whether it be white or red, sweet or dry. Cyprine could faintly make out the date 1977 on a bottle of Caymus Cabernet Sauvignon; 40 years old. She then eyed the edgy long brown dining table with matching seats that could hold at least 20 people. There was a simple plant in the middle; what looked to be white roses.

“Wow...how could you not eat in here?” She was genuinely curious.

“More for display honestly, but I have used it for dinner parties with some friends, courtesy to Mama B.”

Mama B? Cyprine briefly wondered about that before Erik continued on, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Give me a rating. You’re not getting out of this one.”

She smiled softly, “10/10 Erik. Now keep going host I’m sure there is plenty more.”

Erik curved a corner, gone from sight for a second until Cyprine finally caught up, the view in front of her practically knocking her back a few notches.

“This is where I throw down girl. Don’t play with me either I can sense the snide comments. Big E can cook baby.”

“Big E can burn some shit” she replied with a small snort.

There was an increase in the pitch of his voice.

“Lil nigga...when you step into my place, beyond those fucking doors, you don’t play with me right?!” He had a slight closed lip smile on his face that she didn’t bother to pay any attention to.

Two sets of kitchen islands sat in the middle with four bar chairs each, quartz countertops even including the ones near the sink, oven, and impressive smart refrigerator in a stainless steel. It was as if she stepped into a kitchen owned by a celebrity chef.

“What the fuck.” She muttered under her breath as she stepped into the fancy kitchen area. This dude even had a walk-in freezer box with a glass door!

“You-I-.”

She couldn’t even speak proper words.

“You-I-what?” He couldn’t hold back the heavily dimpled smile then. The more shocked she looked, the more triumphant it made him.

“Okay, So...I have nothing bad to say about this loft so far. You got the room for me?” She laughed softly, waving him away with her hand.

“It’s coo I’m kidding.”

“I got the room for 4 maybe,” Erik replies with one raised eyebrow.

“Aight so let’s go to our final destination. I’m not gonna drag your little ass all over the place.”

Erik walked around one of the counters, heading back out towards the living room.

Down those stairs they went, the plush carpet comforting her now bearable feet. There was a long hallway to travel down, an archway ahead of them. Finally, within that room, Erik flicked on the lights, throwing his arms out to welcome her into his-

“MAN CAVE.”

walls were a beige color but the outer lining was painted all black, a fancy bar off to the side in black marble with gold trimming, a wall rack behind it filled with liquor. Any drink you could imagine was on those racks, Ciroc of different flavors, Hennessy, Patron, 1800, more wine, Long Island, Skyy Vodkas, Jose Cuervo margaritas, Rum, and many more. A big black leather L shaped couch was in the middle of the den, with a small beige and black coffee table in the center.

A large TV, almost like a projector screen, was on the wall straight ahead, and in the far corner, there was a pool table and a mini kitchen that housed a countertop, a glass rack, and cabinets. The walls had different worldly art on them, the most she could make out was from Africa, and what looked like pieces from India, maybe even Russia?

All in all, this place was screaming Erik everywhere. The gold and black aesthetic was all him and she could tell by the few pieces of clothing that littered here and there, this was his main area. He probably sleeps down here too, she thought.

“You wouldn’t believe this if I told you.”

Cyprine’s head whipped towards the direction of Erik behind the bar, pulling on a fresh T-shirt and tossing his dirty white beater. She blinked a few times to focus.

“Try me.”

His shoulders bunched upward, “I took a bartending course about...three or four months ago.” Erik pulled out a cocktail strainer, a jigger, an ice tong, stainless steel cocktail shakers, and bottle pourers.

“Didn’t feel like paying money for drinks at the bar huh?” Cyprine finally walked over towards him, settling on one of his leather bar stools. She peered over the bar, seeing a sink there with draft taps and an icebox. She was amazed by this man and his place.

“I didn’t feel like paying for drinks that tasted like water instead of liquor what’s the fun in that shit? What the fuck I look like going to some hyped up lounge paying anywhere from 11 to 20 dollars for bar drinks? Then they wanna run you a couple hundred for bottles of champagne that taste like piss.”

“How the fuck you know how piss taste?! Let me find out!” Cyprine barked out a laughter, clutching her chest right above her bouncing breasts. Erik pulled a few ice cubes out of his icebox, quickly chucking them at her while she successfully dodged the first but not the last one.

He was big mad about this for some reason, and that had Cyprine snickering into the palm of her hand. Erik could be so funny even when he wasn’t trying, which was most of the time she got to know him.

“So, what makes you so special huh?” Cyprine rested her chin on the palm of her hand, watching as Erik turned away from her, studying his drink rack.

“Well, let’s think about the 1920s, right? EVERYBODY was drinking. Bootleggers made hella money off of secret parties filled with alcohol. Back then, they partied and it didn’t end in chaos like now; people acting a fool. Nah, the parties we HAD-not talking about white people..” he paused, looking over his shoulder to see if she was paying attention. Cyprine leaned back and looked up to show him she had focus.

“Nah, we had it big. People drank to enjoy themselves, that’s what I wanna do. I wanna drink to enjoy myself and why not make other people enjoy themselves right? Make a banging ass drink and let the festivities began. You agree?”

Cyprine didn’t expect a full blown explanation from Erik with a bit of history added into the mix over his reason for getting his bartender license. However, she thoroughly enjoyed hearing him talk the way he talked, all knowledgeable and excited.

“Wow. You just gave me more hope than I had before E. I like a good drink, so why don’t you surprise me huh?”

That charming smile resurfaced, and from there Erik went to work pulling down bottles she couldn’t quite catch.

“Alexa, play Up by LoveRance.”

The instrumental started out in that melody that had your hips rolling. Cyprine naturally fell into music, she was a dancer so of course, it came naturally to her. The music was a start that had he ready to unwind with him.

“So, we plan on getting drunk?”

“Why you saying WE like I’m making that decision for you lil nigga?”

“Because you’re the one making the special drinks irky. So, should I be worried?”

Erik brought over his bottles, but instead of keeping them in view, he decides to hide them under the bar. Sly ass motherfucker.

“What type of drunk are you? Let me know now before I give you my hook up. C’mon girl I don’t need you throwing up and pissing on yourself.”

Cyprine could slap the black off his skin for playing with her like that.

“FUCK YOU. I’m not a sloppy drunk. I’m very mellow when I drink, depends on how much you give me and I am OUT.”

“I can deal with that.” Replied Erik, eyes never leaving his motions as he mixed. He would use the jigger to pour into his drink mixer, shaking it over his head, dreads swinging to his motions, the ice rattling along the stainless steel of the mixer cup.

“Oh, you don’t need to work in a bar.”

“Why the fuck not? I got skills.” His voice cracked a little in the most serene way, half smiling with those teeth that would make you wet.

“Because you’re a distraction, sir. Your tip bucket would be filled with panties, not money.”

Erik didn't respond, but his eyes glanced sideways, eyebrow raised with a tilt of his head as if he were trying to read beyond her response. With a shrug of his shoulders, he sucked on the tips of his fingers to remove some liquid, finally lifting up a cocktail glass, sliding it towards her.

Cyprine studies the burnt orange liquid, a lemon on the side as a garnish.

She grips the stem of the glass softly, while her other hand graces the top of the sweating glass. She took a whiff of it, so far lemon I.Tshe thought.

Slowly, her bow-shaped lips parted, hanging over the edge of the glass with her eyes closed. The liquid began to drizzle into her warm mouth.

She made an audible whimper in the back of her throat. Damn. Whatever he did it was fucking fantastic. She definitely could distinguish the taste of Hennessy, but what else? It was so well mixed that you got a burst of flavors, and that did nothing but make her taste buds tingle.

A beatific expression overcame her soft features, dreamy eyes landing on Erik.

“What is this? That’s all I want to know.”

“It’s called Between the Sheets.”

She sure as hell felt like she was between the sheets. That and LoveRance in the background talking about beating the pussy up made her feel like she was really between a mattress and a man with a long hard dick.

“Mhmm.” That’s all she could say as she went back to savoring her drink.

“Hennessy V.S, light rum, Grand Mariner, fresh lemon juice.”

Erik watched her tip the last bits into her mouth, licking her lips slowly before flipping her hair over her shoulder, sliding her empty glass towards Erik expectantly.

“More please.”

“So graceful.” He teased with a smile, biting his lip.

“Make it in a bigger cup though that wasn’t enough.” She replies with a raise of her chin.

Erik took a sip of his simple glass of Hennessy Black, pulling the drinks from under the bar to make her another round.

The song changed to XXX by Kendrick Lamar.

“Tell me what you do for a living C.C?”

Cyprine took a black velvet scrunchie out of her Fendi shoulder bag, pulling her curly hair up into a pineapple, the short hairs in the back of her neck and on the sides of her face falling out with a bounce.

“Assistant Curator at the Getty Center.”

“Impressive,” Erik added her garnish for a finishing touch, handing over her glass swiftly.

“I plan on being head Curator. Give me about 3 more months.”

“I don’t doubt it girl, you got potential.”

“How do you know? You hardly know me.”

“I know that any black woman who packages herself as well as you do with an attitude got her shit on lock and ain’t about to stop for nothing or nobody.”

“Yeah, you right about that nigga.”

“Of course I’m right. I shouldn’t have to remind you of that girl.”

Erik gave her a warning look.

“Don’t make me have to remind you again.”

Cyprine bent her head, hugging her arms with a smile gracing her lips.

“Yes, Mr. Stevens.”

Cyprine took a generous sip of her second drink, watching as Erik kneaded his right shoulder, rolling both twice before letting out a soft moan.

“Tense?” She asked out of curiosity.

“Pretty much. My body is sore.”

“Hmm…” Cyprine drummed her fingers on the surface of the bar for a second, before letting out a smooth breath.

“Sit down right here.”

“Why?”

“So I can be of assistance. I have magical fingers I can help you work out those kinks in your shoulders.”

Erik strokes his beard, studying her for a second before walking around to where she sat, making himself comfortable. Cyprine eases off the stool, her blood feeling as if it rushed to her head from just two drinks.

Erik, of course, was physically bigger than her. Even sitting down, C.C had to stand on her tiptoes almost to get a good grip on his shoulders.

Erik threaded a hand through his hair, looking over his shoulder as her hands took their place on his upper back. She pressed the pads of her thumbs into his shoulder blades hard in a circular motion, feeling Erik’s toned back arch.

“Woah.” He chuckled softly.

“Do That again but harder this time.” He instructed, feeling Cyprine’s thumbs stab deeper into his upper back, almost painful but he loved it. “Fuckkk.” He sounded out softly, his head falling forward.

The knots in his muscles seemed to melt away after all that increasing pressure.

He had an alluring expression on his face, hands bracing the bar tightly as she moved one hand to his right shoulder, and another hand to the back of his neck. She used the pads of four of her fingers to rub in a pressured circular motion, faintly hearing the bones of his lower neck crack.

“Jesus Erik that sounded like the body of an old ass man.” She teased.

“If you were working five days a week doing nothing but crouching, kneeling, heavy lifting, and pulling, you would be saying the same shit about your body.”

“I would never let my precious temple get this bad.”

Erik had a calculating look on his face.

“You must have a man to work out the kinks after he folds that body while he fucking you.”

Cyprine tried to compose herself after that nasty comment, her weary gaze aimed at Erik’s back.

“There, all finished.” She stepped away quickly, grabbing her drink to swallow the last bit.

“I’d like to try something new please.”

Erik huffed like an overgrown child.

“That’s it? The middle of my back still hurts C.C.”

He had a pout in his lips and it was the cutest thing she had ever witnessed from him. Nope nope.

“Make me another special mix, and if I’m up to it I’ll finish the job.”

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Erik got to working on another Hennessy mix while Cyprine watched with interest, giggling at him from time to time.

“This one is called Black Velvet.”

Cyprine wasted no time to begin drinking. Velvet on the tongue, warmth in the heart. This drink was seductive and elegant on the palate and it definitely would keep you coming back for more.

“Slow down girl before you catch that heat,” Erik warned her with humor.

“Well, what if I want the heat?” Erik and Cyprine shared a look.

“Calm that kitty down lil nigga. Don’t let me find out you're frisky when you drink.”

She gave a half shrug, inclining her head to the side.

“One thing's for sure I get horny when I drink.” It went quiet then...

Hem hem was the audible sound of Erik clearing his throat as he finished off his third glass of Hennessy Black.

The time wasn’t even a thought and so was the drinks. The sink behind Erik’s bar was filled with orange and lemon peels, wasted ice, and dirty shakers. The duo was nothing but a snickering, goofy, non-comprehensive mess and it was a sight to see.

“Equinox.”

Erik’s T-shirt was discarded now from all the mess he made, the beautiful body that would usually go unnoticed did for Cyprine. She was so tipsy that the sight in front of her didn’t matter.

“Equinocssss.” She sounded out slow and with a slur, her shoulders rolling and her chin elevated with grace. She bounced on the stool, her ass jiggling with every motion as if a man were behind her to tease. She grabbed the glass, bringing it to her bow-shaped lips. A moan escaped her mouth and her hand came crashing with the smooth surface of the bar, slapping it hard.

“What exactly does that mean hmmm???”

“When everything is in balance, that is the equinox.” Erik shoved his hands in his cargo pockets, his eyes so low you would confuse it with sleepwalking. He had a smirk on his face and that tongue kept creeping out of its cavern to lick at his already lubricated lips.

“You should make your own drink, the way you’re advertising this shit. I would buy it for sure.”

C.C took another sip before throwing her hands up, almost knocking the glass over.

“Oops.”

“Why are you single Cyprine?” Erik checked the weight of his bottle of Hennessy black before pouring another glass.

“Cuz guys can’t handle me that’s why. I’m not a bad girl for no reason.”

“So you’re breaking hearts huh? Devil wearing Fendi?”

“I’m not that bad!!! I’ve had my heart broken for the record. But, if I smell bullshit, you might as well turn the other way, and I can smell bullshit on a nigga Okur.”

Erik leans in towards her.

“Besides smelling like a rainforest, do you smell bullshit on me?”

Cyprine leans in towards his neck, taking a long obnoxious sniff causing Erik to snort loudly.

“Nah, you just smell like you.”

“You hella funny when you drink,” Erik replies.

She attempted to drink, but it was gone.

“Well, I need another it seems.” She pouted.

“Something new or another Equinox.”

“Something new!!!” She clapped her hands together happily.

“By the way Erik, if you’re single, why?”

He cocked his head, pausing to gather his thoughts.

“I’ve had plenty of reasons why I’m single.”

“Damn E, why in the fucking world would you be single? It just doesn’t make sense...unless you're a womanizer?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I want a woman who's my equal, who can take what I’m dishing out.”

Erik handed her a small glass, watching her take a sip, a knowing smile gracing her soft lips.

“Henny and pineapple juice.” He Spoke for her.

“So...when was the last time…”

Cyprine spaces out, her finger dipping into her glass, twirling it.

“The last time I had sex?” Erik finished for her.

“About...4 ½ maybe 5 months ago.”

Cyprine’s throat went sore from swallowing her drink the wrong way.

“No fucking way.”

She didn't want to believe that at all. Erik didn’t seem the type to go that long without some pussy.

“Saving yourself?” She toyed with a lock of hair, her eyes looking as if she were bewildered.

“Uhh...I guess you can say that, but not really, not until marriage or anything, I’m just picky with my women.” He laughed softly, taking a long sip of his drink.

Cyprine figures that maybe there was a girl he admires, and from that, she could discern that she had to have all the qualities he wanted in a woman.

“You like them chocolate, intellectual, freaky..”

“Goofy, sexy, stylish.” Erik finished, counting off on his fingers.

They paused, laughing obnoxiously before stopping suddenly to drink some more.

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“Erik it’s almost 10pm.” Cyprine’s eyes scanned the dirty bar, her arm a little wet from spilled drinks. She yawned, her head lolling back and forth like a rag doll. Erik snapped his fingers, causing her to open her eyes quickly.

“You were right when you said you get tired.” He kissed his teeth.

“I can’t help it, I had to work from 9 to 5.”

“Girl I was in the shop longer than that.”

Erik stopped the music from playing, throwing his T-shirt over his shoulder. He walked up to Cyprine, helping her off the stool only for her to arch into him, almost like dead weight.

“Erik c’mon I’m not that fucking heavy.” She teased, laughing as he tried to lift her. Erik was equally drunk but more in control, his muscles failing him as he finally got her to stand on two feet. As if reading each other’s minds, they both began to laugh continuously.

“Stop making me fucking laugh! I’m trying to help you out, lil nigga.”

“Shut yo bitch ass up and throw me over your shoulder!”

Erik grunted, feeling Cyprine wrap her arms around his neck, while he brought his arm down to cup under her ass, pulling her up and over his shoulder. Her ass sat on his forearm like it was her personal seat as Erik walked up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

Finally there on the third level, Erik kicked open his cracked door, flicking on the light, watching as the wide clear space came to life.

“Mmmph.” Cyprine lifted her head, her hair practically all over her head, studying her surroundings with squinted eyes.

“Where are we exactly?”

“My bedroom.”

“Really?! damn I’m too drunk to take this in right now.”

“Good, can’t have your young eyes staring at shit it shouldn’t be.”

Cyprine punched Erik softly in the middle of his back, her muscles not helping her the slightest.

“If I hadn’t said fuck you already, FUCK YOU.” She felt queasy from being thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Nah, not fuck me Cyprine...”

Erik flopped her down on his bed, the organic cotton melting into her chocolate skin like clouds of milk. She curled up, her dress riding up, exposing her black savage beauty panties in lace. Erik moves her onto the bed further, pulling down her dress before walking over to his wardrobe, grabbing up a fresh white T-shirt.

“I’ll get you some water, here is a T-shirt. I’m not driving you home tonight I’m drunk myself, and you’re definitely not driving girl.”

She wiggled against his bed, her beautiful dreamy eyes staring up into Erik’s like an innocent girl.

“You don’t look drunk though.”

“That’s because I’m solid, takes a lot to bring me down.”

Cyprine made a low rumbling noise behind her throat, sitting up from the mattress with her curls matted.

“You're solid alright.” Erik paused.

“Stop drunk talking and change.”

Without warning she started pulling her dress up, causing Erik to turn away towards the door with an amused smirk.

“No peeking Stevens!”

“I’m not a pervert lil nigga.”

“Finished.”

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Cyprine took small sips from the glass of water, snuggling into Erik’s bed with her eyes dropping half way. Erik was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a white beater, a large white blanket under his arm, walking towards the bedroom door.

“Hey.”

Erik turned with a searching look.

“Thanks for today big head. I thoroughly enjoyed drinking with you.”

“Back at you lil nigga, get some sleep aight?”

“Wait!”

Erik rolled his eyes, dropping the blanket, turning to her with folded arms.

“Yes?”

“Text her. Tell her she’s on your mind.”

Erik stares her down with an interesting look, grazing his lower lip with his thumb.

“When I wake up, give me a full story, nasty details included.”

She made an incoherent noise, then finally sleep overtook her.

“Goodnight Lil nigga.”

Erik picked up his blanket, turning to walk down to his den. He pulled out his phone, seeing that it was 10:45pm, deciding to take a chance and text Kimora.

Let me guess, you are still up right? I know you all too well.

#amethyst1993 ErikStevens EmberFiction

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notapradagurl7 · 1 month ago

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Christmas Slump.

Black Fem! Reader x Lando Johnson.

Tv Show: All-American Homecoming.

Summary: You were spending Christmas with your friends, Cam, Simone and J.R. in your house, you had seasonal depression, they decided to help you and your boyfriend Lando wanted to see you.

Taglist: @lavnderluv @soft-persephone @harmshake @westside-rot @siqueth @liatreads @thecookiebratz @thecapodomme @mypointlessdays @keyera-jackson @satoruya @planetblaque @hxneyclouds @hoodbarbiesims @glitterperms @amplifiedmoan @avoidthings @judymfmoody @justhornyyme @life-in-the-slut-house @sageispunk @megamindsecretlair @sweettea-and-honeybutter @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @slippinninque @galaxybam2 @briathecreator @babybratzmaraj

A/N: happy holidays! currently going through some seasonal depression and decided to write it away, don't forget to leave a like, comment & reblog to support, feel free to ask for a request! ❤️

Warnings: +18, dirty talk, fluff, praise,( male receiving) mention of seasonal depression, protected sex, voyeurism, comfort, the reader being sad but was comforted, soft Lando, submissive Lando, AU where Lando and Simone never dated but remained friends,

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The tall green Christmas tree shone brightly of red, green, blue, white lights with the smell of warm Christmas sugar cookies wafting through the air while you sat on the light green suede couch, a mug of warm cocoa in your hand. Taking a sip from it and allowing the chocolate to seep into your tastebuds. The four walls surrounding you are painted in chocolate brown decorated with pictures of you and your friends.

Simone stood by the Christmas tree while decorating it, smiling at the decor. Until her eyes landed on you, a distant look in your dark brown eyes. She walked over and sat beside you.

Cam and J.R. were speaking to each other about his position in baseball and Cam with his music club.

Unfortunately, you were currently going through seasonal depression with classes expecting more of your effort, and the stress overwhelmed you.

Honestly, you couldn't wait for the New Year to arrive already.

Your knotless ginger box braids tied back in a ponytail with your melanated skin shone brightly under the recessed circle snapped lights, dressed in a toffee-colored sweater and black sweatpants, white socks and slippers on your feet.

Thankfully, Simone started a club where black women on campus could have a safe space, to vent about their problems and find solutions. They can feel safe and secure in it.

In the space of your house giving you solace, you were equable and had no problem telling your trustworthy friends about your problems. You were tired of putting on a brave face.

If you could immure the emotions completely and throw away the key, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Your emotions were important, as was your mental health and well-being, not only to you but also to your friends, including your boyfriend Lando, with whom you've been in a relationship for three years.

“Hey, are you okay, girl?” Simone asked softly, her face softened in concern while lips fell into a frown.

You shook your head, your face resting in your palm as you turned around to face her, she gently plopped on the couch beside you.

“The holidays haven't been so merry for me Simone, It's the classes, the stress and expectations of being perfect.." you admitted softly, your voice trailing off.

“I felt the exact same way when I was going through my treatment, tennis and trying to keep it together, as a black women we can have a safe space. Y/N”

You smiled at her words of encouragement, you stood up and hugged her tightly and she reciprocated the warm gesture. “Thank you, Simone,”

“Anytime, that's what I'm here for,” Simone reassured softly, her hand rubbing your back.

With the help of your friends, you danced to music, baked cookies, and binge-watched classic Christmas movies.

But a special someone else was missing in the picture, Orlando. He noticed that

A knock on the door caught your attention, taking a bite of the pink Christmas tree cookie in your hand before swallowing and folding it in a napkin. “I'll get it!” you hollered,

You hurried your way toward the door, when you opened it. There stood your boyfriend Orlando, with a warm smile and bags of gifts in his hand.

“Orlando! I missed you!” you exclaimed, pulling him into a hug just as tightly as he held the gifts.

“Surprise!” Lando exclaimed, stepping inside and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

Orlando hugged you back, as the gifts were taken by Simone, J.R. and Cam with gentle smiles toward you and your boyfriend hugging each other.

Hey beautiful, I missed you more,” Orlando smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Lando, you didn’t have to come all this way,” you said, your voice muffled against his chest. Your head lifted and looked up at him.

“Of course I did. I know you’ve been feeling down, and I wanted to be here for you,” he replied, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, offering a sense of comfort that you hadn’t realized you missed so much. He closed the door behind himself and kissed your forehead sweetly.

You smiled at his words, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “You’re the best Christmas gift I could ask for,” you said, your heart warming at his thoughtfulness.

“Speaking of gifts I figured we could make this a little more festive,” Lando declared, winking playfully as his hand hold yours.

Simone, Cam, and J.R. peeked from the living room, their expressions shifting from surprise to delight. Giving their friend some dap and pats on the back.

“Lando! You made it!” Simone cheered, rushing over to give him a hug.

“Good to see you, man,” J.R. added, giving him some dap.

“Merry Christmas, brother,” Cam chimed in with a smile.

You resumed to watch movies, laughing and playing games in the company of your friends and boyfriend. Making the gloom fade away.

Afterward, you bid farewell to your friends and classmates, they walked out of your house, heading toward Cam’s car and drove away.

Finally leaving you alone with Orlando. He sat beside you with the gift he brought for you in his hand. “And this is for you,” He spoke warmly, handing you the present.

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piquing as you accepted the beautifully wrapped gift adorned with a shiny red bow. "You really didn't have to, Lando. Just being here is enough," you said, your heart swelling with affection.

"Just open it," he urged, a playful smile spreading across his face. You grinned back, the warmth of his presence making the holiday gloom fade again.

With a flick of your wrist, you tore into the wrapping paper, revealing a sleek, simple necklace that sparkled under the lights. "Oh my gosh, Lando, it's beautiful!" you gasped, holding it up to admire the intricate design.

“I saw it and immediately thought of you, it reminds me of beauty and I want you to wear it and remember you're not alone, during times like these,” He

“Thank you,” you whispered, blinking back tears.

You felt a warmth radiate from your chest, and as you leaned in closer, your lips brushed against his.

The kiss was sweet at first, a gentle exploration that quickly ignited into something more passionate.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. Your hands rested against his back. “Let’s head into my room,” you announced boldly.

The both of you stood up from the couch, made your way to your bedroom. You've been trying to become bold when it came to your desires.

Gently pushing him, his back touched the soft sheets of your bed, his breath hitched. “Someone’s getting bold,” he teased, his eyes on you hovering over him making his dick harden in his sweatpants.

“You good with this?”

“Let’s make this night all about us,” he promised, his hand trailing down your body. You could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a warmth in the room.

You undressed him carefully, he did the same for you, clothes littered across the floor. Reaching over the bedside dresser, grabbing the small box of condoms. You picked one up, as you looked back at Lando.

With a teasing glance, you let your hand trail down his thigh. You wrapped your fingers around him, feeling him grow even harder beneath your touch. “I'm gonna take care of you,” you moaned softly, moving your hand up and down his dick with a firm yet gentle grip.

His groans, muffled grunts filled the room, “Y/N, that feels so fucking good..” he groaned again,

Encouraged by his reaction, you picked up the pace, using your thumb to roll around his sensitive tip. “You’re so good to me, so handsome, so

Your eyes locked onto his, watching his face contorted in pleasure from your precise touch. “Right there, baby,” he praised, Every sigh, every mention of your name spurring you on, his hips pushing into your hand.

After teasing him, his thick jets of cum spurted out and poured down his dick and your hand, your tongue lick his dick clean and your hand. you gently slide the condom on his dick and hover over him again.

His hands gripped your hips and aimed his length at your entrance, sliding yourself down on his thick dick. Every inch filled you completely.

“Oh fuck..baby,”

Your hips moved at gradual pace, your hands rested on his chest, pleasure flowing through every part of your body. Your walls choked his dick tightly, his teeth dug into his bottom lips.

The room was filled with the sounds of your breaths mingling, the soft slapping of skin against skin, and the little gasps and moans escaping your lips. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the familiar knot of pleasure tightening.

As you picked up the pace, Lando's hands moved to your thighs, pushing you down harder against him. "That's it, just like that, You're taking this dick so well." he encouraged, his voice a mix of praise and raw need.

You leaned down, capturing his lips again, the heat between you two radiating off the bed as it creaked. Lando's fingers dug into your skin, guiding you as you found that sweet spot, the one that made your head spin. “Oh..fuckkk! Lando!”

He watched your cum ooze down onto his, your ass clapped against his pelvis,“I love it when you mess on my dick,” he moaned raspily, his eyes rolling back.

“Baby, I'm close,” he warned, his voice strained.

“M-me too,” you admitted breathlessly, the tension reached its peak. You could feel that familiar wave crash over, and you wanted to take him with you.

His thumb rolled your clit in circles, you screamed out his name, your body shaking underneath him and fell onto his lean body, your nipple brushed across his, his lip trailing along your neck.

“I love you,” he groaned in your ear.

“I love you too,” you panted heavily with a smirk.

You collapsed onto him, rolling beside his body. Both of you panting heavily as the room falls into a peaceful silence. Lando brushed a braids from your face.

“You okay?” he asked in concern, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

“Better than okay, Thank you for being here for me, knowing how to make me feel loved” you replied, a grin spreading across your pretty face.

Lando picked you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, and settled in the warm water with soapy foam, cleaning the both of you clean.

Lando helped you out, changed into some comfortable attire for sleep, he changed the sheets and blankets, he laid by your side with blankets warm from the dryer. The lemon scent aired the fabric, Kissing your forehead lovingly.

Your heart lifting at the sight of him, his dark curls framing his face perfectly, his warm brown eyes sparkling like the lights on the tree behind you.

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