Re'Niyah
"Ahh babe now do it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he penetrated me hard and deep. "You sure?" he groaned. "Yess!" I moaned almost at my climax. He removed his hands from my waist and onto my neck squeezing tightly cutting off my air supply. The moans that so badly wanted to escape my throat couldn't as the pleasure built up inside of me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head just as I was about to black out; relief flushed through me as the air flooded back into my lungs. I gasped loudly catching my breath while the orgasm flushed through my bloodstream. My heavy breathing and my heart thumping in my chest is all I can hear. Me and Michael may not have had the best relationship in the world but that nigga knows how to dick me down good.
Him snoring loudly in my ear made turn to look at him. A small smile formed on my lips. I licked my dry lips and got out of the bed. I threw on some clothes quickly and brushed my hair before I stepped outside to have a cigarette. I held the Newport between my lips and lit watching the cars ride down the street. The breeze that blew by dried the sweat on my body giving me a slight chill. Tapping the cigarette against the concrete stairs softly the ashes flew into the air.
I sat there listening to the wind whistling in the trees when a bunch of noise coming from down the street caused me to redirect my vision from the empty lot that was in front of me. I could see the shadows of people, guys to be exact, making their way down the block. I licked my lips and continued puff the Newport. The group of guys started to come into my vision as I looked a head of me. They were so rowdy and hyped about something it intrigued me. Glancing out the corner of my eye I noticed them looking at me.
Only one caught my eye though.
He's tall, light skinned, and had sleeve tattoos along with some on his chest. His skin glistening under his white beater. And the blonde hair went perfectly with his skin tone. I puffed the cigarette once more before flicking some of the ash off. I bit on my bottom lip watching him walk down the street. I fixed my vision ahead of me feeling my skin grow warm under his glare.
"Aye ma." he said and whistled. I looked around before my eyes met with his. I licked my lips and meshed my eyebrows together a little. "What's to name beautiful?" he asked smoothly his country accent flowing. "Re'Niyah." I licked my lips once more.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." he licked his lips with a smile and I giggled softly to myself.
"What you doing sitting out 'chea all by yo self?" he asked.
"Smoking a cigarette." I smirked and he nodded.
His freckles splattered perfectly across his face. His smile warm and tempting showing a dimple on his left cheek. He's breath taking. He opened his mouth to say something but the sudden swing of the front door opening caused both of us to look at a angry Michael standing there.
"In the house now 'Niyah." he ground out through his teeth. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the guy. "Sorry..." I trailed off realizing I didn't know his name. "Chris." he smiled. I returned a small one, "Sorry Chris" I said softly and pushed myself off the steps and brushed past Michael. He slammed the door shut behind him as I plopped down onto the couch. A sudden tight grip on my hair made me yelp out in pain.
"You flirting with niggas now?!" he spat in my ear.
"No I was just smoking a cigarette! Why can't you trust me?! I never cheated on you before not once!" I spat calmly still in his grip. He turned me around and stared at me with his blue eyes. I held my ground giving him the same hard look he was giving me. "I don't care. You can't talk to another nigga unless I say so!" he spat and pushed me down onto the couch.
"That's what you think." I mumbled smartly and flicked on the tv.
"What you say?!" he yelled stomping back over to me.
I simply ignored him and fixed my vision on the tv screen. A sudden stinging sensation to my face caused me to bring my hand to my cheek. "Michael." I said lowly. He was breathing hard glaring at me. I'm tired of him putting his hands on me. I love him I truly do but I can't do this anymore. "Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house!" I growled at him. He laughed darkly before his fist connected with my face again.
Next Day
I groaned out loud pushing myself off of the floor, the pain in my sides making it damn near impossible. I had to get up though I had to pee for one and I'm pretty sure I'm late for work. I stumbled to my feet and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I didn't even bother to look in the mirror to see the damage that was done to me.
After me and Michael fighting sometime while I blacked out he left. Good I hope his ass doesn't come back either. It's the same thing with him time and time again. I can't even so much breathe the same air as another man without him thinking I'm cheating. Yet he's the one coming here at all hours of the night; thats if he decides to come here. After I wiped myself and washed my hands I started to examining my face.
"I can't cover this shit up." I sighed my finger tips softly brushing against my bruised eye and swollen cheek. "Looks like I'm not going in today." I mumbled and exited the bathroom. I called my job, Hooters, and told my boss Jerome I couldn't come in for a few days. Which he understood since he knows my situation with Michael. I undressed myself and decided to take a long hot well needed shower.
Chris
When me and my boys walked away from Re'Niyah I felt bad for her. I don't know who that guy is but it's obvious there is some type of trouble going on between them. Her neck had a slight bruise on it, it looked like a hand print. Her skin looked flawless though, smooth creamy and chocolate. I've been attracted to chocolate women in my life but not like this. I got to see her again. Jogging back up the stairs to my room I grabbed my ringing phone answering the call.
"Yo." I mumbled.
"Sup nigga what you doing?" My nigga Jerome asked.
"Nothing why?" I asked plopping down on my bed.
"Can you go check on somebody for me? Long story short dawg her and her bitch ass nigga was fighting." he explained obviously worried. "Yeah I got'chu. Where she stay?" I asked. He told me where she stayed. I threw on some sweats and and white beater, sprayed on some cologne, and fixed my black chicago bulls snapback on my head and made my way to the girls crib.
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When I stopped in front of the house I knew exactly where I was. I jogged up the concrete steps and to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked loud enough for her to hear me. "Coming!" she yelled weakly. I stepped back a bit and waited. The door opened slowly revealing her in a sports bra that complimented her double d's well and some shorts that hugged her thighs perfectly. Her cheek was swollen and her eye looked horrible, my blood started to boil instantly.
"Hi." she said lowly and stepped to the side for me to enter.
"Hi. Jerome sent me to check on you." I said looking around her living room; which is nicely decorated. "Should've known he would send someone." she laughed softly limping to the couch. "What happened?" I asked helping her sit on the couch. "Me and that guy yesterday fought after I came inside." she sighed wincing a little holding her sides.
"You want me to take you to get checked out?" I asked.
"Nah my sides are just bruised. I'll be good." she smiled weakly.
"You wanna get something to eat? Since you here and all?" she asked pushing herself off the couch holding her side. "You up for it?" I asked. "Yup. I'll just be a minute." she smiled and made her way upstairs. I couldn't help but look at her long chocolate legs as she made her way upstairs.
Damn she bad...
