There was a woman waiting in the lobby.
“Demi! A little more notice next time would be nice!” she said, smiling as she hugged him.
“My fault. Virginia this is Charlie. Charlie, my realtor, Virginia,” he said.
“Well, Charlie, it’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy the condo,” she said. “I just need your signature in a few places.”
“What? Demi, what is going on?” she asked, perplexed as Virginia held out a pen for her.
“Sign the papers, Bird. I’ma be upstairs,” he said.
Virginia handed him a key. “One for you,” she said. Demi walked away.
“Oh, and one for you,” Virginia said, giving the second key to Charlie. “The furniture has all been delivered.”
“Furniture? What am I even signing?” Charlie asked.
“He bought you a condo. Congratulations,” Virginia said. Charlie signed what felt like a hundred pieces of paper before she made her way upstairs. She was stunned. She didn’t know what to feel as she used the foreign key in the foreign lock. “Come on, Bails.” She walked inside and bent to take Bails’ leash off and he took off, to explore the new space. Three thousand square feet of luxury was in front of her. Brand new everything. It even smelled new. She heard the shower running and she headed in that direction.
“What the fuck, Demi?” she shouted as she walked in on him as he climbed out of the shower.
“Bring that nigga in here and they gon’ have to zip him up and carry him out,” Demi said. “House rules, Bird.”
Charlie was floored. He bought an entire property just so he could be the man of her house.
“You ain’t got no slick shit to say?” he asked. He was soaking wet, thick brows bent in challenge, dick relaxing against his thigh. Comfortable. How had they gotten this comfortable around one another?
“I’ve got nothing,” she replied, smirking. The nigga wanted to kick up dust in her life, so she was going to let him. She knew when to shut the fuck up and listen. Certain men you just didn’t back talk to.
“I got something for you, though,” she said. She went into her bag and removed the envelope she had been holding onto. She handed it to him.
“What’s this?” he asked as he opened it.
“Negative for every single STD known to man,” she said. “I’m healthy, as you can see from my perfect PH balance,” she said standing on her tiptoes to point out the number. “I’m sweet. So, what you gon’ do about it?”
Demi scooped her up by her ass, growling in her ear, and scaring the shit out of her, causing her to scream and then laugh uncontrollably as he took her straight to the shower. Water on, ripping her clothes off, lust filled the room along with steam as Demi went down on one knee.
“She real pretty, babe,” he said, playing with her clit piercing. “You stay wet, Bird.”
“I been wet all day for you,” she moaned.
He lifted both legs over his shoulders and she leaned against the wall as he pulled her flower in his mouth. Demi didn’t play with pussy. He demolished it, those full lips making love to Charlie’s clit, wrapping around it, kissing it, sucking, smearing his face in it, flicking it, as he moaned like crazy. The sounds he made. Like he had been starving and she was a meal. Charlie looked down at him, her mouth open in agony because he was torturing her clit, murdering it. He was eating it so good that she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. Like she was watching a tape of some man doing something to a woman that she wished a nigga was skilled enough to know how to do to her. She was dreaming... fantasizing, in fact, she had to be. No way was this pleasure real. She gripped the top of his head as water poured down over them. His hunger came from wanting to taste her from the very first time he had laid eyes on her.
“Just like I thought it would be, Bird,” he said, between kisses to her flesh.
“You fantasize about eating my pussy, Demi?” she asked, eyes fluttering in surprise. “You don’t put your tongue in anything wet. That’s what you said.”
“All day, baby. Every day, since I met you. A nigga lied,” he groaned, standing, coming face to face. His tongue entered her mouth. “That’s you. That’s how you taste, Bird.”
The test results were all it took to remove every reservation he had about her. “Turn that ass around.” Charlie listened. She would listen for the rest of her fucking life if he was buying condos and eating pussy like his name was the pussy monster. Fuck it. She would submit every day of the week for this man.
Demi entered her from behind and Charlie’s hands went to the wall. She was flooded, dripping from the aggressive seduction. It was the stings from the slaps to her ass that took her over the top and she threw it back.
“Fuck, Bird, wait, wait, wait,” he said, breathing hard as he pulled out and rubbed her clit. His dick was so damn thick and long that he reached her clit from the back, rubbing it, teasing her entrance as she closed her stance, squeezing his dick as he slid back and forth against her sex. “Fuck, baby, I’m trying not to nut. Damn, girl.”
Charlie reached between her legs and forced him back inside.
“Me tooooo, but I can’ttttt,” she cried, cumming. Charlie pushed out rapids as she grunted her approval. The sight of her cream all over him made Demi explode. He pulled her waist to his body and filled her with his seeds, grunting and stroking deep until he was empty.
