The way Truly partially opened up to me, told me that there were more deeper levels to her that I wanted to explore. Me wanting to know more about her made me pause a couple of times right in front of her. I didn’t court women; I sexed them to oblivion and paid a fee in order to keep their feelings in check.
With Truly, I thought before speaking. On the way to my penthouse, I wanted to proposition her for her hand in marriage and set out terms and conditions that she would have to followjust to get my mother off my damn back about a legacy. She had a daughter, and that was different territory for me.
Dreu knew all about women with kids. He blessed plenty of single mothers with big enough payments to pay their yearly rent. Dreu always said women with kid’s pussy hit different. I never tested what I deemed to be Dreu’s immature theory until now.
I’ve fucked plenty of women, different shapes, sizes and skin tones. But Truly seemed different from them all. My reaction to her surprised me, I felt blindsided. Through her nervousness, she spoke up to me. I saw the challenge and fire in her eyes as she spoke to me.
My fingertips grazed against my room door as I anticipated the view that awaited me inside. I gave Truly the option for me to have a driving service take her home or go undress in my room then lay naked in my bed with her legs spread open.
She chose not to leave. Her curiousness guided her to my room, she shut the door behind her, and I gave her space and time to prepare herself for what I was bringing her way. A night to remember. I wanted to conquer her, undo her and make her still feel me when I wasn’t around.
I could tell that she thought I was arrogant. To me, there was a difference between arrogance and awareness. For a long time, I blurred the two. People mistook my confidence for ego, but what they didn’t understand was that I knew. I knew my presence shifted rooms. I knew my voice could silence chaos. My name spoke softly or with venom carried weight.
That wasn’t arrogance, that was my reality dressed in experience and results. My arrogance, if a person wanted to call it that,wasn’t ignorance. It was the cost of being me being certain in a world where most black men doubted themselves into mediocrity.
Wealth didn’t make me this way, success only confirmed what I always suspected. Besides my upbringing, I was built different. I studied people the way a sculptor studied stone. I saw what could be shaped, smoothed, or shattered. To me, everyone was a project, a pattern waiting to be decoded, and once I saw the flaw, it became impossible to unsee it. That was my curse and my gift.
Truly was stressed about something, her hesitations in tonight and the walls that she had guarding herself told me that it stemmed from a man. Possibly her baby daddy. Her parents played a role in her stress factors as well. I had the ability to change whatever it was that stressed her out, maybe make her my partner then offer her enough money to change her life if she agreed to marry me.
First, I needed to unwrap her. I was excited but wondered why was I still leaned up against my frame listening to the quiet thrum of her movements. I told myself that I was waiting for the room to sound still. Once I heard the creak of my bed and no other movement, I would open the door.
I wanted to witness the art of her body, her thickness laid out to perfection on my silk comforter. I wanted the air to kiss her pussy first, let her wetness permeant the air. She had no idea that she walked straight into a storm disguised as myself. There was something about her energy that called to my darker side.
Truly didn’t urge my want to control her. She touched on a side of me that wanted to fix whatever it was that was paining her…still I hadn’t found the answers to why I was so drawn to her. I could smell the pain through the smell of her pussy. I saw it in aroom full of people tonight. She carried her pain like perfume, it was faint but intoxicating, and I wanted to strip it from her piece by piece, not out of cruelness but creation.
I chased purpose with my own direction, and without admitting it…
Truly felt like mine.
I was determined to make her understand that my need to control wasn’t just about dominance. It was all about direction, knowing how to steer chaos into something beautiful.
I turned the doorknob slowly five minutes after no sound came from behind the door. The sight before me caused all the blood to rush to the tip of my dick. I damn near wanted to drop down to my knees and make her sexy thick body float to me.
“Got damn, Thickumz.” I whispered.
Normally I stalked around my prey, tonight I wanted to bow before her. Her soft luscious body sprawled out on my bed was the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever witnessed. I carefully trailed my eyes over every inch of her body. Unapologetically, Truly laid still, her knees were bent, thighs spread apart. Her sweet essence softly caressed my senses from the perfect distance.
Her chubby toes needed to be sucked on, while I massaged the thickness of her calves. Her thighs were thick as fuck; I even adored the tint of blackness between her inner thighs. Down below she looked like a ripe plum, juicy and tempting.
“You touched yourself.” I grunted lowly.
Her wetness was smeared along her thick southern lips.
“I did.” She softly confessed.
Her stomach rose than fell unevenly. I craved to run my tongue along the thick slope of her belly. I imagined my hand grabbing a handful of gut while I deep stroked inside of her.
“Why?”
I took one step forward.
“Anticipation.” She stated.
“Patience is key,” I licked my lips hungrily. “You don’t ever have to touch that pussy when I’m around.” I said seriously.
“You won’t be around after this; I know what kind of guy you are Bleu.”
She closed her thick thighs. A groan left my throat as I stepped to the edge of the bed.
