Queen Bee

December 2009 (1)/January 2010 (1)

"Yo, you comin' out or what?!" I playfully yelled, my body comfortably relaxed against the soft mattress as I waited for Angel's 'one last Christmas surprise.' I knew full well it was some sort of holiday-themed lingerie, and I could feel my dick getting more and more impatient with the longer she held out on me. 

"No! It looks stupid!" She yelled back, frustration and annoyance tingeing her voice. "Red is definitely not my colour." She muttered, clearly more to herself than me. 

"What?!" I yelled once more, my eyebrows pulling into a frown. Nothin' ever looks stupid on Angel, that girl could wear a damn burlap sack and still look sexy. "Nah, baby, come out! Lemme see!" 

"Noo!" She whined. 

"Baby, come on! Daddy wants to see."

Huffing out a compliant breath, I imagined she was probably taking one last look in the mirror. "Fine! But you have to promise not to laugh." 

"Promise!" I exclaimed, my dick noticeably getting more and more painful the longer I left it unattended. Within only a few short seconds, I watched as she slowly walked out from the closet, loose, red fabric paired with fluffy white lining complimenting her body perfectly as a matching thong gave the most incredible accent to her ass. 

Cracking a smile at the beautiful sight, she immediately stuck her pointer finger out at me. "I said no laughing!" 

"Baby! I swear to god I ain't laughin'!" I exclaimed once more in self defence, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed as she continued making her way towards me. "You look so fuckin' sexy you got my goddamn dick throbbin'!"

Laughing, she entered my open arms as loose hands wrapped themselves around my neck. "Well that ain't hard to do." 

"Nah." Shaking my head, my lips gently melted themselves against her stomach as I began leaving small, wet kisses all along her torso. "Not when you lookin' like this it ain't." Mumbling into the soft skin of her belly, she allowed as my palms began to lightly roam her ass. "And when we go do that interview for Fifty, that's what I'mma say."

She laughed once more. "First of all, that ain't even make any sense. Second of all, no way in fuck am I doin' that interview." 

"Come on, baby. Please?" I mumbled again, trailing my lips downwards towards her waist. "For me? I promise I wont ask you ever again." 

"You can't manipulate me with sex, Marshall, I'm not a man." She sarcastically joked. 

Chuckling, I slid my tongue over her bellybutton. "Well, I can try." 

"Well, it's not gonna work." 

"Baby, please!" I whined, whipping my head up towards her as I locked my arms tightly around her hips. "I know you still got issues with Fif, but he asked me specifically if we could interview for him, and it would be a really big help to his website if he could have some high profile people on it. Please, baby!"

"Marshall, fuck I look like helpin' Fifty again? He ain't do me nothin' but dirty the first time and now he's burned that bridge. He ain't deserve no damn interview from me-" 

"Baby, I know he doesn't, I know, but he just started ThisIs50, and he needs some big names on it otherwise it's gonna flop, not to mention I'll have wasted a million dollars of my own money by investin' in it." 

"Well that's your own damn problem, you shouldn't have invested in it." Cocking a brow up at her attitude riddled tone, she sighed a few moments later. "Fine." 

Immediately earning a wide smile to pulled at the corners of my mouth, my grip around her tightened in excitement. "You'll do it?!" 

Rolling her eyes, a small smile was returned to me. "Yeah, fine. I'll do it." Quickly lifting her up by her waist, I playfully threw on the bed behind me as she laughed. "But he better not ask me no stupid questions!" She yelled as my body quickly pounced over top of hers. "I'm only doin' this for you."