The Boy Next Door (43 page)

Flames of passion ignited and he pulled down her bra cup for a peek.  Thelma groaned as he put his mouth to her nipple and sucked it recklessly, leaving her groaning in heat.  He pulled her other tit out and sucked her nipple, pushing his forearm right under her chin and holding her back from breaking the hard embrace.  She groaned as Anton went into frenzy, sucking and licking her hard nipples while reaching around and grazing her firm ass. 

“Ohhh God,” she whispered, paranoid of someone coming to discover them, and even more scandalized that fucking a gangster could really happen in her world.  The energy in the air was frantic and both Anton and Thelma felt like they were on a timer—even though it was unlikely anyone would stop Anton from doing what he did best.

He reached down and pulled up her skirt, finding her matching black panties underneath waiting for him.  He bent down to his knees and left Thelma rolling her eyes heart-thumping anxiety.  It was sexy as fuck but how much longer could they go before someone came inside?  Speaking of coming inside, the man was on a mission!

Anton pulled her panties down to her ankles while kissing her legs and thighs.  She stepped over them and eyed him in curious surrender—ready to do anything.  To give herself over to him completely.  It felt reckless, insane and juvenile.  Indeed, one last hurrah for the future politician.

The horny stallion stood back up and unzipped his pants.  He lifted her skirt to find her pelvis and slowly entered her, all the while pinning her against the wall.

“Ohhh!” she groaned, feeling his big and girthy cock enter her, sliding past her wet entrance and filling her with a hard throbbing sensation.  He pushed it in deeper and then pulled it out, making her squirm and exhale in short watery breaths.

“Mmmm…” he grunted sending his hard cock up into her slit, pushing beyond the first few inches and drilling inward to reach her most sensitive ridges.

“Oh God, what are we doing,” she said looking him in the eye as he pulled in and out, fucking her with a steady but monstrous rhythm.

He breathed heavy all over her face as he pounded his cock inside and out.  She could feel his hot warm mouth all over her neck and chest, as he held her close and tight for every deep penetration.  She shuddered and sighed every time he pumped it in deep, not to mention the sound of his harsh manly cravings, slowly but surely losing all control over himself. 

The ferocity of his desire was unlike any lover she had ever experienced.  To simply put his cock in wasn’t enough.  The man wanted to pummel her sweet, good girl pussy.  When he went in as deep as he could, then he decided to lift her off her feet and hold her in his lap, hard shoving her against the wall so he could fuck the shit out of her like a man.

“Ohhh!  W-Wait!” she said, feeling her own pussy walls tightening and not leaving him much choice but to batter and smash her cunt.

“What?”

She panted hard, his deep buried cock taking her breath away.  He held her strong in his arms, fully off the floor while he pounded every last inch into her tender hole. 

“Oh God!  I’m not taking any birth control!”

“Mmmm…” he grunted in pain, as this was not really the best time to tell a brother such a revelation.  But once Anton was on fire, there was little to no chance of putting it out with a whiff.  He hard fucked her and only increased in his intensity.

“What are you doing-?!” she squealed, her buxom breasts and nipples bouncing against his face and not doing him any favors for resisting the urge to come.

“I can’t pull out!”

“What-?!”

“Mmmmmm fuuuck!” he screamed, dropping his grip and lowering her to the floor, but not before his cum fired a huge shot inside.  His huge vat of active and healthy sperm sent Thelma into a chorus of reverberating sighs.  She realized quickly there was no stopping the beast, the alpha male, from firing away in teeth gritting fury.

She broke eye contact and stared up to the ceiling, in shame and with her heart racing.  Her tits were hanging out and her pussy was dripping all over the place as he withdrew himself and zipped up.

“Get dressed,” he said over some long pauses and sighs.

“Motherfucker…” she muttered.  “You came inside of me…”

She shook her head in self-condemning judgment as she quickly grabbed her panties and slipped them on under her dress.  She pulled over the turtleneck top and fastened it in a hurry, joining Anton back in the main auditorium of the dining establishment.

They were both drained of energy and a bit ashamed of themselves—just how far they each went because love was that overpowering of an emotion. 

The worst part was the awkward conversation after the deed.  They both looked at each other, then smiled, then looked away in tickled pink embarrassment.  It was an unexpected affair but one that—just like he said—would be a once in a lifetime experience. 

IV

After crying herself to sleep later that night, Thelma woke up to a surprise.  Anton was there at her apartment door, unaccompanied by any bodyguards.  Just him, hands in pockets, and with an earnest look on his face.  She couldn’t believe that he came back, let alone that he had a message of peace.

“What…what are you doing here?”

“I figured I owed you something like an apology.”

“Something like?”

“I know we didn’t plan on anything happening last night…”

“I didn’t.”

“Me neither.”

“Yes you did!”

“Well a brother can always hope but…not planned.”  He smiled softly.  “Look, I just want to make sure you’re cool.  I know you’re probably scared because of what happened…”

“The truth is,” she confessed.  “It was the most erotic moment of my life.  The worst thing I ever did and the best thing.  From the moment I met you, I knew you were someone special.  And I knew you had a hold on me.”

“I knew something was going on,” he admitted.  “The way you stood up to me…the way you demanded respect…I knew this was not just a fling.  This was something special.”

“Well…not what?  We’re still on different trains, Anton.  You’re on the wrong side of the law.  And through fate or luck…I’m on the right side.”

“And we’re both warriors,” he said with a long face.

“So we should go…our separate ways.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

“Yeah…”

“Or…”

“Or what?”

“Or we could finish what we started.  Miss Grayson.  Thelma…”

He smiled as he reached in for another kiss.  This one was different.  This time the reluctance was gone.  She ached to feel his lips again and when they connected it was like music to the body—a perfect orchestra of high emotion, intense longing and very powerful chemistry inside. 

It didn’t take Anton long to rip her house dress away and put his long black hands all over her cocoa skin.  They came from two different worlds but when they made a physical connection it was living poetry.  He put his hands all over her naked body, feeling the fine contours of her silky curves, her firm and beautiful breasts to her taut tummy, and even down to the soles of her feet.  The man couldn’t live without her taste in his mouth and caressed her with hot wet lips.  He sucked her nipples and tugged at her hair, treating the classy woman as his own bitch, and making no apologies. 

Maybe that’s what endeared Thelma to the lifestyle.  He was a thug in front of the camera and a mean ass motherfucker in bed.  He never gave her a moment’s rest.  The black saint with a heart of gold simply had no patience for men who were already well behaved.  She was a worker, a fighter and Anton was truly a battle worth winning.

Neither of them had condoms for the second visit either but that was their dirty, unspoken secret together.  They both pretended to be oblivious but deep down, they both wanted this thing to get out of control.  Take another chance and change destiny.

This time he wanted her on top.  He lay on the bed and let her stroke his big black cock, topping off at ten inches. 

She loved the feeling of penetrating her deep, as she stepped over and slid his dick inside of her.  Rolling back and forth and enjoying the sensation, she adjusted her pelvis and let him go in deeper inside.  Thelma slowly shifted back and forth, tightening her grip on him internally and balancing her hands on his hairy chest.  

Passion was building and Anton grabbed her wrists as she rode him harder, using her leg strength to jostle his cock and keep him groaning.  Going in and out, his firm and bulging ridges were enough to send Thelma into a hip shaking frenzy.  She grabbed his forearms as soon as he grabbed her bouncing breasts and they held each other tight, shutting their eyes and feeling a strong exchange of energy.

Anton was inching his way towards climax, feeling the building pressure.  She could feel his every kick and jerk, and the more she wore him down, the faster he seemed to strike upwards, slapping his balls into her tight wetness.  Her pussy flooded him with passion and when she began panting, completely under his sexual spell, it proved to be too much.

The iron man began to buck under the pressure and howled at the ceiling as he shut his eyes and grabbed her into his arms, throwing his arms over and behind her neck.  He came mountain loads into her, blasting his weapon through multiple rounds like a real gangster should.  This time there was no protection and no excuses.  They came fast and furious and there was little chance that some lucky little sperm didn’t slip pass the end zone. 

The erotic sensation overcame them as they gazed and basked in the afterglow, knowing damn well they just took a big risk.  Not a risk—more like taunting the gods and throwing all caution to the wind.  She wanted to get pregnant by him and think about serious shit later.  It was simply an intense life experience that they both owed to each other.  Maybe they didn’t understand each other’s worlds… but they connected with a language purer than any verbal communication. 

Anton released the animal instinct in Thelma, the one that is buried underneath every cold-hearted woman, no matter her front, or at least that’s what the players say.

There was no question Anton was a player, but he may well have been played himself, considering just how easily controlled he was when under Thelma’s influence.  She had him fucking like a bull three hours a day during those first weeks.  But once her desire had been kicked open, she became just about as much woman as he could handle.  She didn’t exactly tame the beast but she did manage to keep his attention and keep his eye from straying by upping her sexual games, just like a real gangster’s girl should.

Thelma became the talk of the town, the gossip of the city, and what you might call a hood legend.  No one knows for sure if she’s now part of Anton’s criminal empire fighting for black lives all over the country, or if she’s just protecting her bad lover boy like a venomous snake.  Whatever the case, it’s hard to deny that passion is a dangerous thing no matter what train you come from.

THE END

The Captive Bride

Chapter One

Elise fanned herself ineffectively as the carriage bounced her down the road towards the small village.  The horses seemed to be finding every dip and rock in the path and she clutched the window opening to prevent herself from landing on the floor.

The heat and humidity outside were only mildly relieved by the breeze of their movement.  The baskets on the floor scratched the tops of her feet as they jostled around in the bumps.

It was her weekly trip into town for supplies and she both hated and loved the outing.  She loved getting out of the estate and watching the landscape roll past her open window; she loved browsing in the shops for food and sewing patterns and whatever else struck her fancy; she loved stopping in the small inn for a lunch before heading back home.  She hated coming back home.  The freedom she knew in town, limited as it was with her escort, made returning to the estate that much more painful.

Henry was a cloud that she could never escape.  Even as she fingered the silky new dress in the shop, she knew she would catch the angry end of his belt for spending that kind of money.  He wanted her to help him entertain at the house but she knew the other wives were gossiping behind her back about the fact that she only had two nice dresses in which to hostess such parties.

They did have servants for the actual serving, but her place was to giggle at the terrible and tasteless jokes and smile sweetly as drunken Henry stumbled around the dining hall and eventually had his way with her in her bedroom.

She did appreciate having her own room and spent many a quiet evening by herself, with her needlework or her handful of books.

The carriage finally arrived in town and her driver/guard helped her down.  The cobblestones tugged at the stiff petticoats of her traveling attire and she gathered them delicately in one hand, making sure not to pull them too high for fear of showing her slim ankles to the entire world.  The older man who traveled with her followed behind her carrying the baskets that she intended to fill for the week.