The Fight Within (23 page)

“Now, imagine me laying you down and getting ready to eat your pussy, right? Open your pussy for me, Treasure. Let me see it.”

She closed her eyes for a second or two, giving herself a much-needed pep talk as her hands meandered down to her zone. Lying on her back, she scooted her ass closer to the phone, then took both hands and opened her lower lips. The man went quiet for a bit, then she heard him moan.

“Goddamn…” he finally uttered. “So pink and wet… open the hole up more for me, baby…mmmm…”

She did as he asked, gulping, swallowing her own spit as her heart raced and her desire continued to grow to heights she never dreamed possible.

“Look up at your phone.”

She strained a bit to rise on her elbows.

“Oh…shit!” He’d exposed himself, and let her see the dick that other dicks
wished
to grow up and be. The fucker had the goddamn
right
to be cocky, though he never bragged about his size. Matter of fact, he made no mention of how blessed he was in that department at all.

“Lie back down.”

She did as instructed and looked up at the ceiling, wondering…waiting…

“Suck your finger and slide it against your clit…that’s my tongue flicking against you.” She did as she was told, bucking against her own maneuvers. The man moaned, noises coming from him she’d never heard him utter before, followed by a slight series of squeaks.

“What…what are you doing?” She turned her head, but couldn’t see her phone as she continued to masturbate.

“I’m rubbing my cock while I watch you.”

“I want to see.”

“Rise up then, but keep your hand on your pussy.”

In a few short seconds, they were rubbing their fingers along their respective zones, staring at one another, almost silence minus the sensuality of the music that seemed to be on repeat.

He tossed his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he moved faster and faster, his hand running all along his dick for her to see. The fucker thickened before her eyes; the large head seeped clear liquid as he continued to fuck himself in her honor.

“Keep…rubbing that pussy,” he instructed weakly, stroking, bucking.

Her nectar ran all over her fingers, streaming down like rain.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned, her eyes still upon him, getting the show of a lifetime.

“I wish I was really making love to you! Shit! I need you so bad, Treasure!” he yelled, his hand now slamming down onto his nuts at each rapid stroke. “You’re gonna make me cum! Uhhh!” The vein in the middle of his forehead protruded as he leaned forward, still rubbing himself briskly while he watched her get her rocks off. “Don’t you know if I was over there right now you’d feel me in your fucking guts?!”

“Ahhhh!” She sighed, moving her hips faster and faster.

“Don’t you know when I fuck you for real, Treasure, I’m going to make you cum so goddamn hard! Uhhhh!”

“Ahhhh! Sean! Sean!”

“I want you to feel
all
this dick inside of you! I want to pound your beautiful pussy! Make it gush all over my cock! I want to pin you down and make you take every fucking stroke! Fuck you so damn hard, so good! I want you to shake in my damn arms, beg me to stop and threaten to kill me if I do! I WANT TO CUM IN YOU! UHHHH!”

And then, she lost complete control…

“Ahhhhh! Oh God, I’m cumming. Sean, I’m cumming!”

“Yes, baby! Cum for me, let me see it!”

His wish was granted. She trembled against the sheets, her body doing bizarre things, her honey streaming down her inner thighs. The orgasm was so powerful, so over the top, she lost herself, forgot her name, her address, and who the hell she was for a second or two. Once she regained her composure, she found the man lying on his back, jerking the shit out of his huge, rigid dick. His bed squeaked and rocked beneath him as an intense expression took over his features.

“Uh!” He focused on the head now, running his hand up and down it so quickly, his fingers seemed a blur. “Uh! Oh shit!”

“Imagine you’re still inside me,” she coaxed, refusing to be quiet, refusing to not be a part of her own experience with the man. “Imagine my wet pussy wrapped around that ridiculously massive dick of yours, and I’m riding you, and you’re pounding inside of me.”

“Ride my dick, baby! Uhhh! Slide that fuckin’ juicy pussy up and down my pole!”

“My fingers are on your chest, scratching you as you make me take your hard thrusts.”

“Uhhh! Yes…keep talkin’! Uh!!!”

“I love how you fuck me… I feel you getting closer…”

“I am! Uhhh! I’m going to explode inside of you. Put all this cream in your pussy!”

“Put it in me, baby…cum in me!”

“I’m cumming! Ahhhh!”

The man suddenly rose up, forced his cock close to the screen of his phone and shot his thick, creamy emission onto his sheets.

“Uhhh! Uh! Shit!” His body rocked with each thrust, with every movement of the damn thing shooting like a fleshy gun. “Uh….fuck! Uhhh!…Oh…shit…damn.” He fell back in a helpless heap, breathing harshly and staring up at the ceiling. After a minute or two, he broke the silence.

“You know what?”

“What baby?” She couldn’t help but smile; she’d had a damn good time…loved every sordid minute of it.

“That isn’t
shit
compared to what I’m going to make you feel like when we’re skin to skin. I love you and you mean the goddamn world to me. I knew you were a freak. I like that shit. Goodnight.”

And then, he simply hung up, leaving her stunned on the other end of the line, her mouth hanging open like a paper sack. He’d never told her that before—it was always ‘like’ and ‘care’. But he said it so smoothly, his words so fleeting, and that was it. No explanation, no conversation…he was done.

Recovering from her amazement, she broke out into a series of heart choking laughter, rose from the bed and dressed in an ivory satin nightgown, wanting to feel pretty, just as he’d left her.

No, he doesn’t get off that easily…

She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and called the man. He immediately answered.

“What’s up, baby?”

“I’m still horny. I want you to hear something real quick.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

Quickly getting into position, she gripped the silver beaded chord of her nightstand light. She gave it a gentle yank, and her bedroom suddenly went black. As she moved about under the sheets, she plopped the pillows just how she wanted.

I need to taste your fucking pussy…

His previous words raced around in her mind like a Nascar driver.

“Mmmmm, Sean, you turn me on so much,” she moaned as she rolled over to the opposite side of the bed, pulled out the nightstand drawer and retrieved her vibrator. She was ready to go again; he’d worked her up so badly. Unsheathing it from the lavender velvet bag, she lifted her gown to her hips and slowly closed her eyes, lying flat on her back. Her thumb slid against the side of the thing, and she heard the familiar roar of its tiny engine. “Uhhh…” Arching her back, she placed the tip against her clitoris, running it up and down, imagining it to be the tip of Sean’s tongue against her zone. “Ahhh…”

“You’re fucking yourself with a vibrator. I can hear it. Damn, baby…”

She continued on, contorting her hips, going faster and faster as the tortuous fantasy drove her over the brink. Slicking her thumb further, she turned the speed up and bucked even harder against the thing.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!” She could hear his voice repeating the nasty words and imagined his head between her quaking legs, buried so deep it made her sing out, lose control of herself. “Ahhhh…” She sighed, her body shaking ever so slightly as her orgasm winded down. After a few moments, she sat up and ran her hand across her forehead, eyes pressed firmly shut. She tried to restrain it, make it stay away, but a grin crept across her face like a fracture on a desert plain and wouldn’t relinquish its new post.

“Ohhhh, Sean,” she sighed, grinning a bit wider. “I shall sleep pretty well tonight. You’re forbidden fruit, but damn, I just can’t resist you.”

“That is one of the
sexiest
things I’ve ever experienced with someone, Treasure. You took the initiative and just because I was quiet, please don’t think I wasn’t into it. I was just listening, rubbing my dick, and in the moment. You’re so damn sexy… Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight.”

“Oh! I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon, okay? Maybe we can do lunch.”

“That sounds good. I’d like that.” She could barely catch her breath as her heart continued to race from the excitement of it all.

“Sounds good. I love you.”

He’d now said it twice…then hung up both times.

And with that, she fell into a deep slumber chock full of sparkling dreams and a smile on her face that would not wipe off to save her horny, little life…

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T
he dining room
table was covered in neatly folded terrycloth squares. Mama had decided to do her laundry there, folding the towels in perfect shape to place inside of her hall linen closet. The petite woman with dark brown flesh, harboring a slightly reddish hue along her cheeks, sat in the large, mahogany chair at the head of the table. The delicate gold-rimmed glasses upon her face sat at the tip of her nose, forcing her to pause and push the oversized things back up to her heavily hooded, dark eyes. Her vein-covered hands worked over and over, toiling amongst the paper-thin, over-washed and repeatedly bleached fabric. As she worked away, her thin lips dipped like melted candle wax on each end in a settled frown.

A small cherry scented votive candle burned in the near distance, giving the place a sweet scent, but it did little to lessen the tension, take the lump away that danced in the middle of Treasure’s esophagus.

“I don’t know why you didn’t work your marriage out, Treasure. That was just foolish.”

“Mama, I asked you to please
stop
bringing this up. It’s water under the bridge. I’ve happily moved on.” She huffed in her seat at the other end of the table, looking off into the distance at the large grandfather clock set in a corner. It was one of the few things Mama hadn’t hocked all those years ago. Perhaps it was simply too big.

“What does Erin have to say about this, huh? She is the only one of your friends that ever had some sense!” the woman barked.

Treasure closed her eyes for a brief spell and ran her hand lazily against her forehead. Every month she visited her mother in Bed-Sty and every month she’d cringe, twist her hands until they were rough and dry. Additionally, she’d guard her words like an English soldier protecting the palace.

“Erin is in full agreement that I keep away from Jackson.”

“Erin can go to hell then, too.”

“Mama, why is it every time I come over here, we have to discuss him? That isn’t even the nature of this visit. I came here to see
you
. I haven’t been by in a while. Can’t we just talk about something else, please?”

The woman paused and placed a light blue washcloth down beside her right hand. She peered at her daughter for a moment or two, looking through her, almost as if she didn’t know her. In actuality, that assessment was more truth than fiction.