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Authors: Darren Coleman

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I
was like a leaf blowing in a hurricane, completely at the mercy of life’s brutal winds. Through no fault of my own, I’d been sucked into a potential scandal that could rock the sports world even more than Kobe’s romp with the desk clerk. Though I hadn’t seen Priest disposing of the body, I had seen her pumping herself full of drugs that he provided. Now I’d just spotted Priest’s bodyguard, Big George, in front of my home. How he learned my address and beat me home I’d never figure. What I did know was his being at my home couldn’t have meant anything good for me. I’d warned him about giving the girls drugs and I guess now he wanted to dispose of any witnesses.

My mind was already spinning, fighting to keep from taking me over the edge amid the possibility that my life could be in danger when I picked up the picture and saw her face. I’d never forget her smile, even if it were thirty years that had passed instead of thirteen. I couldn’t figure out why all of a sudden this was happening. My stomach was turning as the anger and pain all came rushing back. I knew all along that our paths would
cross again and I wondered what would happen. Would I want to kill her?

Never could I have imagined this scenario. This man standing before me. This beautiful young brother was
her
man. Rorrie, the bitch who’d been the cause of all my pain, was his girlfriend. Her conniving had cost my mother and Manny their lives and destroyed mine in the process. Meanwhile, she’d gone on living her life as if nothing had ever happened. Now as I looked at Khalil, it was clear to me. He’d been delivered to me for a reason. I knew that the time had come to have my revenge.

“Where is all this coming from?” he asked in response to my request that he make love to me.

“Does it matter? Khalil, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all day. I know you want me.”

He bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath and began to shake his head no. “Honey…I mean, you’re beautiful, but I can’t do this.”

“Why, because you love her? Or because she loves you?”

When he didn’t answer right away I looked at him with a slight smirk. I walked past him and toward the steps. I could feel his eyes locked on my ass as I hit the steps. I unzipped my top and dropped it on the steps as I ascended them.

“Honey?” he said as he began to follow me. “Where are you going?”

At the top of the steps I casually stepped out of the bottom to my suit and continued my search for the bedroom. The first room I saw was nearly empty. The second had a computer desk that took up the entire wall. I could hear Khalil calling my name from the base of the steps. I headed for the last room, certain that it was the room in which I would send Rorrie’s life crumbling to
pieces. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and dropped it onto the parquet floor of his hallway.

“Honey,” he called out as I heard him climbing the stairs. “Oh shit,” he yelled out. “What are you doing, girl?”

I’d found his bedroom and dropped my panties on the floor in front of the bed. When he hit the door of his room he saw me there on the bed, naked. He locked eyes with me and walked over to the bed.

“Why?” he asked. His eyes showed conflict. He must have loved Rorrie. But typical of a man, he’d made a series of bad judgments that had landed him in this situation. Thinking that he could handle things, that he could be a knight in shining armor without it leading to this. Perhaps things were out of his control from the second he saw me. It really didn’t matter now. I was in control of him. What I was about to give him usually cost thousands, but this time it was free. He was staring at me with hunger in his eyes. The shades and curtains were closed in the room, only allowing for a pinch of sunlight to invade. Still there was enough for him to see every detail and every curve. The distinct contrast of my skin and my areolae, my deep-chocolate nipples sitting up off of my breast.

I sat up on my knees and grabbed his face in my hands as I pulled his mouth to mine. “Just know this,” I said in a whisper. “Once you make love to me, your life will never be the same. I can promise you that. Once you get inside of this, you’ll forget all about her,” I spoke softly into his ear. “I promise that I’ll have you coming so fast and hard you won’t be able to think of anything else, ever.”

His eyes were closed and I began to kiss his face and neck. When I heard him moan I knew that he was a goner. This was
routine for me, all about giving him pleasure. It was just a means to an end for me. I’d never been emotionally connected to any partner even if I found them attractive, which was almost always. Even still, I seldom took on any client that I didn’t find attractive. I’d believed that intellect and power were very sexy when used properly between lovers. With maturation, I’d come to learn that being attractive didn’t always equate to physical looks.

Still in all the years I’d been having sex, I’d been with only a selected few outside of business. And in those situations the cards were always on the table beforehand. But this moment with Khalil was different. He began to do that which I had never allowed anyone since Manny to do, which was kissing me in the mouth. It felt strange but good. I began to lose track of myself and what I was trying to do.

I felt flush as I fought to regain my control.
This was about Rorrie
, I said to myself as I pushed his lips away and grabbed his shoulders. There was still the conflicted look on his face. He was disappointed in himself for wanting me so bad. He was so easy to read. The desire he was feeling for me was his weakness.

“Lay down,” I demanded. I reached for his pants and unbuckled them. When I pulled on the sides and slid them off I was pleasantly surprised by the size of his tool and the fact that he wore no underwear. I motioned for his shirt and he leaned up enough to yank it off. I gazed upon his totally naked body. He was definitely handsome from head to toe and I reasoned that most any woman would fall for him.

I straddled him and began to kiss his neck and shoulders. All the while he could feel the thin strip of hair above my vagina rubbing against his penis. I slid down to his chest and began to softly pinch and lick his nipples. I looked into his eyes and saw
that he was mesmerized. My hand was now stroking him, gently, professionally.

His skin tasted clean, yet manly. Without my permission his body’s natural aroma invaded my nostrils and sent an unfamiliar rush through me once again. My grip was firmly on his manhood and I noticed that he was lifting up from the mattress. I was shocked when the words slipped from his mouth. “Honey, you gotta stop. I can’t do this. Rorrie is my fiancée.” He tried to rise up from the bed.

I don’t know what came over me but I felt an almost out-of-body experience. My desire to take him, to break what he shared with my enemy overtook my sensibilities. Anger and passion for what I wanted swept over me and I smacked him across the face. Hard.

He was stunned and his eyes were wide-open as I quickly mounted him. His thickness shot up into my center in an instant. Before he could even understand what had happened I had both of my hands on his chest as I fucked him. He was silent for a few moments as he stared deep into my eyes.

I bounced and grinded, preparing to do to him that which I’d done to every man that I’d experienced. I knew that it was just a matter of time before he lost control. The look on my face had turned into a sinister grin.

He began to pant and I began to count down. I looked at the clock and then back at him. One minute. I could feel my wetness just about to envelop him. There was incredible friction. This was the first man that I’d been with unprotected in ten years. I’d had a couple of condoms break and fortunately for me I hadn’t paid a price, but this was different. I was being extremely reckless but I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was taking his mind and getting him to lose any feelings that he had for Rorrie.
It would be in that moment that I would go out of my way to let her know that her pain was at my hands.

His breathing grew heavier and I poured it on. I clenched my vaginal walls on him and bounced harder. I saw a different look on his face. He looked almost angry as we were now fucking. He didn’t want to succumb to my will to make him explode. I rode him harder and realized it was time to
talk
him over the edge.

For the next couple of minutes I spoke the words that I knew would drive him to his climax. “That’s right, Khalil. Tear this pussy up. How does it feel,” I growled. “You’re so big, Daddy. Mmmmmmm. Fill me up.”

He reached and grabbed my ass cheeks and continued to bang from underneath me. I looked at the clock, three minutes. I was growing impatient on the surface as I began to wonder if he was enjoying the feelings.

Suddenly he reached up and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his. His tongue began to dance inside of my mouth and for the first time I felt stimulated by more than my own power. I felt his weight shift and him pushing me onto my back.

In a few swift motions he was on top of me with my legs in the air. He began to slide masterfully in and out of me until I began to feel something that I couldn’t explain.

He settled into a rhythm and I honestly began to lose track of time and space. My muscles were clamping down on his shaft without warning. The room began to grow dark then light again and I tried to look over at the clock but the numbers were blurry. I couldn’t hear him breathing anymore over my own breath. The only thing I could hear was the smacking sound of our bodies colliding. When he spoke his voice seared my insides and commanded a reaction.

“Honey, this pussy…”

“Yes, tell me.”

“It’s so…”

“Tell me,” I moaned.

“It feels so…good…I’m…”

That was all I heard before I felt a powerful thrust from him that felt like he was trying to knock me through the mattress down to the floor below us. With it I felt like my heart exploded and was emptying through my womanhood. I screamed out as I lost control. I had never felt anything like this. My eyes closed tight and it felt as though my body was a river flowing toward the edge of a waterfall.

All the sensations that I had ever imagined I’d feel when this moment happened were pulsating and erupting from my center. “Ahhhhhh, ooohhhhh,” was all I could get out, followed by a grunt and a spasm as my body shook and trembled through its first orgasm.

I hadn’t realized that Khalil had stopped moving and was now on top of me lying still in his own pleasure-induced fog. The room was quiet as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I looked over at the clock and couldn’t believe it. Twenty minutes had passed since I’d climbed on top of him.

 

W
e woke an hour and a half later when his phone rang. I was on my side and he leaned over the bed away from me. I could hear her voice coming through the line.

“Yeah, baby. I’m fine. My flight got in around three or four.” (He was explaining why he didn’t call.) “I’m just trying to catch up on some rest. Can I call you when I get up?”

I sat there listening, eyes halfway open. Lying in her spot, I was
sure, listening to him lie. “What time will you be in on Friday? Okay, good. I’ll call you when I get up.”

I don’t know why but I felt a tingle in my heart when I heard him mumble, “…Love you…too.”

The rage returned and when he hung the phone up it was time for me to go. I’d have him take me to a hotel until I could figure out what was going on with Priest. I decided that I wouldn’t give him my number when he asked, though I’d have his.

“You awake?” he asked.

“Kind of,” I responded. Then I asked, “Could you get me something to drink and a facecloth?”

“Sure.” He got up naked and went to the hall closet and brought back a thick washcloth. “What would you like to drink?” he asked as I walked past him into the bathroom.

“Surprise me, but give me some ice with it and if you have anything to snack on…that’d be great.”

He marched off down to the kitchen. I sprinted to his cell. Flipped it open and looked at his call log. There she was,
Rorrie 202-555-4851
. I burned it into my memory in case I’d need it later to wreak havoc. Then I dialed my number long enough to make my phone ring and hung up. Then back to his call log to delete the call.

When he walked back into the room I was walking out of the bathroom like I’d been in there the entire time.

“Khalil, I need to go.”

“I thought we were going to talk and now I think we really need to.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You have your life and I have mine. It was great meeting you and maybe our paths will cross again.”

He was silent. Then I gathered my clothes and dressed. I watched as his eyes betrayed him again. He wanted me, yet he didn’t want to make a move. I had him drop me off at the Grand Hyatt and just like I’d expected when we pulled up he asked me, “Honey, can I get your number? Just to check on you?”

As badly as I wanted to say yes, I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card and extended it to me. I ignored him and said, “Thanks for everything…” I paused and continued, “Oh I almost forgot. I’m sorry for slapping you like that.” Then I added with a smile, “But aren’t you glad I did?”

The look on his face told me what I already knew. The pleasure had been all his. I felt his eyes again as I walked toward the entrance. Five days at best and he’d be climbing the walls trying to find me. By then I’d hopefully have this situation with Priest all straightened out and be able to concentrate on Khalil and Rorrie.

I reached a bellhop as soon as I made it into the lobby. “Excuse me, young man.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Listen, I don’t want to turn around but is there a black truck still sitting in front of the hotel with a man sitting in it?”

He looked over my shoulder. “Yes ma’am. Except the man is getting out of the truck.”

“Thank you.” I headed for the check-in as I corrected myself.

I’d give him two days.

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