I slammed my palm on the steering wheel until it dawned on me to go to her shop. When I sent her the candy bouquet, I used a delivery service, so after googling the address, I found myself on 71st Street. This was on a whim, and she probably wouldn't even be here, but my next step was to go to Vibes and Lines and beg for her address. Crazy, yes, but that girl does crazy shit all the time. Parking, I slowly observed my surroundings andnoticed that onlyMz. Earline’s Kitchenwas open. Peering into her windows, there Reina was, sewing hair onto what looked like a mannequin head with her over-the-ear headphones on. She was in the zone, but I could tell from her body language that something was wrong – her shoulders were slumped and whatever she was listening to wasn’t upbeat. It seemed kinda sad or mellow. Taking a deep breath, I pushed on the buzzer, and she must not heard it because she never looked in my direction. I pressed on the buzzer repeatedly, and when she finally did glance up, her eyes were cold and distant.
Imma have to knock a nigga outagain, I see. I flexed my hand involuntarily. We held a stare-off, and slowly, she walked to the door to let me in. With her long legs, it only took her about four steps, but to me, watching her open the door felt agonizing. Finally, she unlocked it, and instead of welcoming me in, she peered at me unenthusiastically.
“What are you doing here, Vasiah?”
“What’s good with you, LaReina? Can I come in?”
“I’m busy.”
“I think you just made that up. If that’s what I think you’re working on, you said you weren’t finishing that wig until Wednesday because you had to ship it on Thursday for their performance. You already bleached the knot thingies and colored it. It takes you about thirty minutes to sew in the hair, and another thirty to curl… so why are you working on it early?”
“You remember all that?”
“I remember everything you tell me. Even the shit that never actually leaves your mouth. Like, how something else is bothering you, and instead of letting your man handle it or comfort you, you act all short and mean to me.”
“My man?” Her mouth twitched into a ghost of a smile.
“Let me in, LaReina,” I commanded, and she stepped aside so I could cross the threshold. In my head, she was already mygirl; we just hadn’t made it official, nor had we had sex yet. I knew she wanted to, but I was trying to teach her to use her words when it came to me.
I marveled at the interior of the shop. From previous conversations,Reigning Beautywas her pride and joy, and after her best friend gifted her a building of salon suites that she was actively remodeling, I knew that was something else that she was proud of. LaReina was a boss in every sense of the word and moved through the world as if she didn’t need anyone. But something was telling me that wasn’t truly the case. That deep down inside, shewantedto need,wantedto trust, andwantedto depend on someone other than herself or her twin brother.
“What is it, Vasiah?” Her tone was so flat. Stepping into her space, I grabbed her by the throat and kissed her deeply. Her tongue wrapped around mine, and I scooped her up, only breaking our kiss to find her office. Pushing through the door, I laid her gently on her desk and kept kissing her, planting soft ones on her collarbone before she bit me gently on my neck, bottom lip, and earlobes. I observed her outfit. She had on a white tank with no bra and a matching tennis skirt. Easy access. Rubbing my hands across her nipples, I felt them get even harder as I pinched the right, then the left in between my fingers. Reina’s body was so sexy. My dick was rock hard and begging to be released from my sweat shorts, but we had to get an understanding first.
I locked eyes with her. “First, Imma fuck you. Then, you gone tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.” I expected a flippant response, but she just stared at me, full of lust. Silently, I dropped to my knees and pulled her skirt down to her ankles and then completely off. Her arousal smelled sweet and enticed me even more. Pushing my glasses up my nose, I dove straight in for her pretty ass pearl. Feeling her slightly move back with her back arched, I paused my eating.
“Unt uh. You might run shit out there, but in here, you don’t run from me.”
Without waiting on a response, I dove back in, slurping her until I was content. Her moans filled the room, and when her orgasm came, she rained down my beard. But I wasn’t done, and neither was she.
“Wait! I don’t fuck raw!” she exclaimed and hopped off her desk and went into a drawer, pulling out a roll of condoms. That was fine with me because I wasn’t a fan of raw sex either, though sliding into her wetness without a jacket on was enticing.
I slowly pulled my dick out and held her eye contact as she watched me sheath myself. Her eyes were as big as saucers. According to women in the past, my dick was nicely sized, and I knew how to use all seven and a half inches. Sex was like a subject in school to me; I wanted to know how to please my partner and have the best possible outcome, and that came with learning everything I could about sex, desire, and needs. Gripping her thighs, I slid in and almost praised God for this slice of heaven between her legs.
She was so warm and tight. I swore I heard angels singing and birds chirping as soon as I slid in. And she was atalker,too.
“You looksohandsome sliding in this pussy…ahhhh….ooooh…that feelsso good,baby! That feels so good ‘Siahhhh,” she moaned, her long nails pulling me closer so I could get deeper. I grunted in response, truly consumed by her look, her taste, thefeelof her. I could camp right out in her pussy and die a happy man becausewhat the fuck?
This must’ve been the pussy that Helen of Troy had, that had niggas waging war.
This was the pussy that men emptied their bank accounts for.
The type of pussy that made me wanna call up her mama and go visit her daddy at his gravesite and thank them both for creating her.
The type of pussy that made niggas take out life insurance policies and set up wills where everything went to her.
Gahdamn.The best pussy I’d ever had in my 32 years of life, no exaggeration.
Enrico nigga, I understand.I’d knock him out again and again over her.
“Mmmm Siah! I’m so sorry for being mean to you, baby!” she moaned, and I popped my eyes open, looking at her looking at me.
“You was already forgiven, Hayami, just keep giving me this good ass pussy,” I groaned, feeling my nut rise. Reina met me stroke for stroke, and even pulled her leg behind her head, andgahdammitif my eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets.
Thank God she was teaching me to shoot. I would certainly wipe out a nigga’s whole family when it came to this pussy.
Before I could even ask where she wanted this nut at, she pushed me out of her, snatched the condom off, and jacked my dick until my cum rushed down her throat and she swallowed every drop while looking me in the eyes.
Yeah, I was calling the family lawyer first thing tomorrow.
