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CHAPTER 14
“Yes, Andre, yes,” Alecia whispered in his ear as he slowly slid inside her.
He'd been eating her for the last half hour, and she came after fifteen minutes. But he never stopped, even after she tried to push his head away.
Andre gripped her legs and buried his face in her womanhood and slurped up every drop of cum she had to give. And now he was trying to fit his huge dick inside of her with no condom.
She took deep breaths with every inch that eased inside of her. When he was in as far as any man had been, she exhaled, only to inhale as more dick kept coming. Not to mention, he was so thick, her walls were being stretched, sending sensations of pleasure through her body. She opened her mouth, trying to breathe, slowly shaking her head, not believing he had a real magic stick. Once he was finally in, he began to throw it like he was a real fucksman.
Alecia spread her legs wide as possible, trying to receive all the pleasure he had to give as he pounded harder. The pain turned to pleasure, and then he let out a loud grunt. His eyes closed, and his mouth fell open as his body began to shake, and drool dripped from his mouth onto her chest. He stayed in his push-up position and slid back slowly, pulling his dick out of her.
As she slowly caught her breath, she watched him walk into the bathroom and get a rag to wipe himself. She stared at his 11-inch dick that was so thick, it was surreal. She wanted him back inside of her. He brought her a rag, and she wiped off. Then he climbed in and wrapped his arms around her, making her feel loved and appreciated.
“You okay, baby?” She was hoping he was like Omari, Minke, or Booby, who had to get at least two nuts before even thinking about stopping.
“Yes. Wonderful, Alecia. I'm truly feeling you.” He smiled. “I couldn't feel better. And are you okay?”
“Yes, you're the perfect man,” she blurted out.
But, yo' ass need to finish
, she thought.
 
 
They had come back to his house after the party, feeling nice. Soon as they were in the door, he was on her. She didn't usually kiss dudes, but he was so fine and had been so sweet, she decided to give him whatever he wanted. So when he threw his tongue in her mouth, she opened it, and they went at it. To her surprise, it felt good.
They relaxed on his brown leather loveseat, as his hands reached down and untied the black wrap dress, allowing it to fall open, exposing the black panties and bra. He reached behind her and undid her bra, lifting it and watching her huge, pretty breasts drop. He took hold of them with both hands like a young boy overjoyed with two new toys.
As he sucked and licked her nipples, she stared at him, not feeling a thing. But knowing every man's desire was to put them in their mouth and suck, she let him. It would be fifteen minutes before he would come up for air. She relaxed, not moved at all, until he reached between her legs and threw his middle finger inside her then his index finger and dug roughly. Then her juices began to flow.
Andre jumped up and pulled her to his room, laying her down, pulling off her panties, and burying his head into her musty pussy.
They had danced all night, and she knew she would've usually wiped herself fresh. But he took charge, and if he didn't mind, then who was she to say anything.
She opened her legs and allowed him to do his job, while she rubbed his head and enjoyed him. She felt herself about to cum, hoping he would stop and make love to her, but he didn't. He allowed her to cum until she was drained.
She was done, not wanting to be touched, but he tightened his grip and continued. This, she didn't like, but after a few minutes, it was feeling good again.
Her body began to react when he removed his clothes and climbed on top of her. For two minutes, he made her feel, and gave her, something she'd never felt, and then filled her with cum.
As she lay with his arms wrapped around her and his hand resting on her breast, she was wide awake, but he was sleeping. She was hoping that big snake resting in her ass-crack would rise up and ease up in her, but it didn't happen.
That's when she realized, because a man knows how to eat pussy and got a big dick, that don't make him a good lover. But the way he had taken her out to the lounge one night, bowling the next, Jillian's the day after that, walks along the Chesapeake Bay, and dinner every night, that kept her wanting him more and more.
On top of that, he respected her and treated her like a woman that he wanted in his life, and as long as he kept coming like that, she was gonna be there like his woman, giving him whatever he wanted.
The next morning she woke to his snake trying to rise between her legs. She smiled and lifted her leg, giving him an open invitation, and he slowly eased in. Once he was enveloped in her sweetness, she put her leg down and stuck her ass out and looked at the clock beside his bed. It was 7:59. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her body being slammed in and out of, as delight took over. Then she heard him moan.
Andre lay still as she kept pushing back, trying to reach her orgasm, but it was no use. He was soft, and with her wetness and all the cum he put inside of her, it slid out. Frustrated, she looked at the clock again—8:01.
When he got up and went to the bathroom, she grabbed her phone. Eight missed calls, one from Kim, two from Omari, and five from Minke.
Damn!
she thought. She was gonna have to go through with this nigga. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. “I got to go to church this morning. I need to get ready to go, okay,” she told him.
“No problem, baby,” he said, getting out her way and throwing on something.
CHAPTER 15
All the way home she prayed nobody was outside her house, and her prayers were answered. She walked inside, and before she could call anybody, her phone rang. It was Minke.
She went and lay down and answered as if she was waking up. “Hello,” she said groggily.
“Where the fuck you were last night, Alecia?” Minke yelled.
“Went out for some drinks,” she said, still acting as if she was 'sleep.
“Yeah, right! You on some bullshit. What time you get home?” he demanded to know.
She saw he had called between one and 2:30. “About three. Kim dropped me about three something,” she said, in case he'd come by.
“I needed you last night, and you left me hanging,” he said, playing on her emotions. He knew she was lying because he was at her house 'til six. Then he had to ride to D.C. with one of his boys on some money shit.
“I'm fucked up in D.C. I needed you last night, and you were nowhere. Yo, I need you to come get me. I'll give you five hundred. Come get me,” he said seriously.
He wanted her to come to D.C., and he was going to confront her again. And if she lied, he was gonna leave her ass in D.C. for the peoples to find her.
“Okay,” she said, wanting money, and forgetting she was supposed to be faking sleep.
He caught it and told her to come on, and she put on her slippers and left out, headed to D.C.
 
 
When she got there, he guided her to the hotel in Northwest Washington. He felt like he wanted to fuck her once more before he strangled her ass, so he acted real sweet, as if he was thankful she'd come. He went downstairs and got some roses.
When she arrived, he had roses on the floor and bed. She smiled on the outside, while feeling real funny inside.
Minke hugged her tight. Knowing she couldn't tell him no, he lied, saying how much he missed and wanted her, as he opened the same dress Andre did, and took off the same bra and panties, laid her back, and threw his dick in her.
Alecia looked at the clock as he began pumping in and out of her. It was 1:45. She closed her eyes and allowed him to finish what Andre couldn't. She came two times in the twenty minutes Minke made love to her.
Then he jumped up and walked in the bathroom to wipe himself off and came back and wiped her. Before she could close her legs, he was back inside her, pumping again.
Before, he could see the expression on her face that told him she enjoyed him making love, but this time, minutes before he came, he could see her dying out. He wasn't inside her two minutes, and he could see her pressing her lips together and twitching because she was done, so he pumped harder.
Five minutes later, he could see the agony he was causing her. Her pussy was getting dry, and he was still forcing it, causing the look of pain to spread all across her face. So he fucked harder, to make himself cum, which lasted more than five minutes.
She was so happy when he came, she put down her legs and sighed relief.
Minke smiled inside. He knew she had fucked somebody else and was lying to him. He wanted her to feel his pain. This was her punishment. He collapsed behind her, just like Andre did, and held her in his arms.
“God! That was wonderful. I love you,” he said, not lying, though he hated her at that point in time.
“I love you too, Minke,” she responded, not lying, but not wanting what he was offering at that time, except for that five hundred dollars.
He held her tight as if he didn't ever want to let her go. While his dick rested in the crack of her ass, and he was waiting to get hard again, he was thinking about some of the nastiest shit he could, to show her that she can't fuck two.
Alecia lay there in pain from him banging her pussy till it was dry. It felt sore and irritated. She prayed he wouldn't get hard again.
When she felt his dick stiffening between her legs, she tried to get up, but he pulled her close, pushed her over on her stomach, and slid back in, pumping like a mad man.
He felt her squirming to get away, but he wouldn't let up.
“It's hurting, Minke. I don't want to do it no more.”
“Girl, I'm about to cum. Give me a sec, baby. I been missing you. You got me like this.” He flipped her over, so he could see the discomfort and agony on her face. It worked. The more hurt he saw, the harder he got.
Five minutes later, when the cum he'd let out dried up, he looked down at her and could clearly see the torture he was putting her through. And as a tear dropped from the corner of her eye, he grabbed her legs, threw them up almost behind her head, pressing her stomach into her breasts, knowing it was hard for her to breathe or move.
As she lay balled up, her privates wide open, he whispered in her ear, “I love you,” and continued to pound away, until he felt the wetness from the tears hit his face.
Minke smiled, feeling good about all the physical abuse he was afflicting on her. He grunted and jammed his dick hard as he could into her, and the high-pitched screech and flow of tears did it. He began to cum so hard, his body jerked, and he collapsed.
Alecia turned over on her stomach and lay there motionless.
He looked over at her, knowing she wasn't shit, but she still got to him. He couldn't kill her, but he wanted to, so all he could do was bring her any type of pain to her life that he could.
He got up and went to the bathroom, where she walked in to him wiping off. He saw her and started scrubbing more intensely.
“It wouldn't be me if I wa'n't honest.”
“What, Minke?” she said sadly.
“I'm scrubbing like this, because yo pussy ain't never smell like this. Bitch, yo pussy stank, like you been fuckin'. Like you climbed out a nigga bed and came straight to me. Damn, Lecia! You need to check yo'self,” he said, walking out.
Alecia closed the door and sat on the toilet and cried silently. She didn't want him to know he got to her like that, but he made her feel lower than low.
Minke sat on the bed smoking, knowing he'd got her ass. He knew she was in the bathroom fucked up.
Maybe she'll change her damn ways,
he thought.
Trifling bitch!
They made it back to Norfolk about eight o'clock.
Minke chilled out at the house for about an hour. Then he had Sizemo pick him up. He told her he had money to collect and would see her later on with the five hundred.
It wasn't 'till the first of the month he gave her five hundred dollars then told her he was short and could only give her three hundred on the eight-hundred-dollar rent that was due.
She was mad as hell and just wanted him to stay away from her. She was determined to get over him. He wasn't gonna do this to her again.
Over the next couple months, Minke made himself scarce. At first she loved that she could move without worrying about him popping up and causing confusion in her world.
She was seeing Andre on the regular, and their time was spent mostly at his house, but every time she stayed over, she would wake up with so many missed calls and messages, it was scary.
By this time, Omari had damn near become a stalker. She would come home, and he would be sitting in front of her house like a lost puppy.
Then one morning she realized he was really a problem when he started explaining to her how much he loved her, that he didn't want to live without her. He actually started crying and begging her to stop playing him, saying he'd rather die than be without her. She tried to explain to him that he was being silly and to stop acting so crazy, but he fell in her arms and cried.
Joy felt so bad for him, but Andre had come in and made such an impact on her, nothing and nobody was going to come before him.
She hugged Omari and kept telling him that Andre was just a friend that she used for money, that he was nice but not her type. She assured him that he was too old and corny for her, and she wouldn't dream of sleeping with him, but if he wanted to give his money away, then she had to take it.
Then she gave Omari some good sex, and all his insecurities eased up, and he went away happy as a child on a playground. He'd turned soft. He'd turned into a dude she'd lost respect for, and she was slowly trying to show him that she wasn't for dealing with him like that.
He'd catch her home every now, and she'd ignore his calls most of the time. And when he did catch her, she would allow him every now and then to taste her love, if she was in the mood. Other than that, she was losing interest and didn't want his friendship to go anywhere.

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