Nasty as fuck…
“Uhhh, mmm.” I cleared my throat.
“I think my sister would?—”
“Fuck your sister, respectfully.” He folded my panties neatly before standing up straight.
I watched him tuck them in his back pocket all the while his eyes remained on me.
“Disrespectfully, I want the fuck out of you,” he closed the distance.
In a blur his hand landed on the top of my ass, he pulled me against his hard body and casually parted my thighs with his free hand. His cool fingertips cupped my mound then squeezed until I felt his index finger split my wet folds. He squeezed my left ass cheek; his index finger pressed against my clit. Bleu groaned looking me deeply in the eyes, weakly I trembled in his hold. I wanted to kiss him but wouldn’t dare make the first move.
“You so fucking wet because of me, Truly. I gotta have it tonight, I promise to make it worth your time. Leave with me.” He urged out huskily.
I felt dizzy and overwhelmed with horniness. This feeling was something dangerous. I never felt such a feral strong need with anyone like this. It’s like he crowded my senses. His finger pressed harder against my clit. His hands were in two places, yet still, I felt him all over me. He consumed me, made me want to surrender to him without fight or caution and that was bad.
I shut my eyes as my nipples hardened and pressed against his broad chest. My pussy throbbed against the pad of his finger; he slowly guided it down towards my milky tunnel. I felt high out of my mind, losing control over my body. I shuttered, my eyes fluttered as my thighs locked his hand in place. I gave up and let ecstasy take over as I rode his finger.
Urgency gripped me as heat prickled down my spine. The pad of his finger teased the spot inside of me that hadn’t had attention in a while graciously.
“Bleu, I’m going to cum.” I panted the words out.
I held on to his muscular forearm desperately and braced myself.
“Only cum for me if you agree to come with me when I walk out of this bathroom.”
He whispered the words sexily. Bleu stopped stroking my G-spot, he leaned in and grazed the bottom of my earlobe with his lips.
He had me exactly where he wanted me, defenseless, hot, bothered, and ready to do whatever to chase the high that hegave me in minutes. The unthinkable left my lips as I nodded my head yes frantically. I teetered between insanity and raw need.
“I need words, Truly.” He spoke the words directly in my ear.
To encourage me, his index finger quickly moved from left to right against my spot as the hard palm of his hand pressed up against my clit.
“I’ll go home with you, Bleu. Please?—”
My words were cut off. Bleu added his middle finger and stroked me with skilled precision. Goose bumps spread over my body, my stomach cramped up as my nails dug into his arm. The palm of his hand moved from side to side against my sensitive bud and I exploded.
I saw stars behind my lids as I fought to breathe through the wake of my orgasm.
“That’s right baby, surrender to me then let me drown in this sweet pussy all night long.”
Seven
TRULY
If heaven had a penthouse,it would look just like this. I stood near Bleu’s floor-to ceiling windows, my eyes swept across the endless glow of downtown Los Angeles. The city looked perfect below like it had been dusted in gold. Headlights threaded through the streets; the skyscrapers caught the moonlight on the glass windows. Bleu’s penthouse sat high damn near touching the clouds.
The space in here alone was ridiculously beautiful. Everything was sleek and clean. Black and cream with hints of gold, his marble floors matched the décor inside. Bleu had abstract art on the cream-colored walls as well. His scent was everywhere; it lingered in the air faintly.
I couldn’t believe I was here that I actually followed him to the place he rested his head at. Maybe this was his hoe house, and his real house was somewhere else. I wouldn’t be surprised at all. I already stapled in my mind that this was just a quick one-night stand. I knew it was random, reckless and the furthest thing that I should have been currently doing.
I yearned for a short escape from my reality. I didn’t view it as running away from my problems. I viewed it as living on edge and telling myselfwhy the fuck not?!I planned to enjoy it. The five thousand dollars he gave me; I already had plans for it. First things first, I needed to find a nice place to live.
I could use the money Bleu gave me, to put down on an apartment. However, I understood that I needed to bring in more income a month. Out of all my small business endeavors, doing hair and nails brought in the most money. I loved doing nails more than hair and just discovered that I also loved making content and posting it on TikTok.
I needed a steady income and would have to put my pending herbal company to the side, for now. It saddened me, because I recently discovered that mixing and making different teas along with sitting and making candles and body butters was relaxing for me. It felt like therapy as well, but I had to be real with myself.
