Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)(184)

"I wasn't just flattering you, by the way." With that, he turns his  attention to the television, which we watch in silence. I wonder at this  man. Why did he pick me up today? What made him decide to be kind to  some random girl?

After downing the rest of my wine, Richard pours some more from me. He  does it absent mindedly, and after the second glass I am feeling tipsy.  "Hey, where's the bathroom?" I ask. When I turn my head to look at him,  the room spins a little bit.

"Oh, down that hall, first door on the left." He points at the hall  between the living room and the kitchen. I try to push myself up, but my  feet are asleep from sitting on the floor and my head is light from the  wine.

"Whoa!" I yell, toppling over. Richard and Sassy both rush to my side.

"Are you okay?" Richard asks, taking my hand as I use the other to save my face from Sassy's tongue.

Blushing once he gets me to my feet, I nod my head. "Yeah. I just... I'm  not a drinker." Looking up through my eyelashes at him, I smile  sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he says, sliding his hand down my arm. It leaves a trail of  tingling warmth on my dark skin. "I should have asked before pouring you  more wine."

My head feels heavy. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom now," I say, pushing  past him and patting my hot face with my cool hands. The bathroom is  small,but beautifully decorated with white lilies and gray tile. I  wonder if Richard has a maid who comes in? I wonder if he sleeps with  her?

The sudden turn to sex makes my already hot face throb with  embarrassment. What do I care who he has sex with? But God, wouldn't it  be nice to be the one he fucks from behind while I watch him in this  bathroom mirror?

While I'm washing my hands I check my face. It's still red, but the  blushing is dying down. My panties, though, are soaked, my slit wet from  thinking about Richard touching me between my thighs. I'm a virgin, a  good girl, but in the back of my mind I always want to be a bad girl. I  want to be touched and worshiped by a sexy man. Richard is the sexiest  man I've ever known, too.

Hell, I need to stop thinking about this.

When I step out of the bathroom, I shake my hands and try to compose myself. Oh, how I wish I could have composed myself...

Instead, I fell to my knees with a gasp as the whole room stirred and swirled around me.

"Jazmine!" Richard shouts, running to my side. My knees hurt, badly. "Jazmine, are you alright?"

"Just... dizzy," I whisper, pressing my hand against my forehead. "Really dizzy."

Richard stands and then scoops me up into his strong arms. "You're going  to lay down. I shouldn't have given you wine. That was extremely stupid  on my part."

My eyes are heavy. I only nod. I'm asleep before my head hits the pillow.



The next morning, I wake up in a strange room. The faint smell on  incense is wafting into the room, covering me with a sense of well  being. I can hear humming, too, soft but constant.

Standing up, I find myself in a long button down shirt. My mouth falls open. Did Richard change me?

Wandering out of his room and down the hall, I find Richard sitting  cross legged with his eyes closed. The sun is spilling in through the  window that he's facing. I watch him, admiring the laugh lines around  his mouth and his strong, square jaw. His lips look soft.

My head throbs all of a sudden. "Ungh," I moan, pressing my hands against my skull.

"You're awake!" When I look up, Richard is pushing himself up from the  ground. His eyebrows are furrowed. "Do you have a headache? You really  are a lightweight."

"Shut up," I groan. "Do you have anything to fix it?"

"Yeah, I have some aspirin. Come with me."

He takes me to the kitchen, then pulls out a bottle of pills from the  cabinet by his fridge. He hands two of them to me and a glass of water,  and I down them both. With the water, I almost instantly feel better.  "Who the hell does this for fun?"

"Masochists," Richard says, smiling.

I laugh, and then look down at my body again. My face flushes bright pink. "Did- did you?"

"Change you? I helped you, when you woke up at four AM complaining about  your clothes being uncomfortable. Don't worry! I didn't take advantage  of you."

Relief washes over me. "I don't even know why I thought you might have.  You could have like, any woman in the world. Why would you settle for  some weirdo eighteen year old girl who's never even had a drink before?"  Scoffing, I look up into Richard's eyes. What I see isn't laughter.  It's a strange emotion, something stern and full of fire. He grabs me at  the back of my head and pulls me in so close that I feel the heat from  his lips.

"Stop talking badly of yourself. I wanted to touch you, to feel your  soft, dark skin beneath my finger tips. I still do now." With each word  he undoes a button, and then grabs me from behind my back, pulling me  closer to him. I feel his manhood pressing against my pelvis. "But I'm  not a scumbag that take advantage of beautiful women like that.  Especially not strong black women, like you."

Me? A beautiful woman? I want to laugh in his face, but then again, no I  don't. I shudder, and he finally presses his lips against mine and  everything seems right. My hands grab his shirt, holding on for my life  because I feel like if I let go the whole world is going to explode. How  could I live outside of these kisses? They're so full of life, of  energy, of happiness. I never want this to stop.

He pulls away. "Do you want me to show you how beautiful I think you  are, Jazmine? Maybe I could have any woman in the world, but I have  never had this hunger for anyone before. You're special. I don't know  what it is, but you are unique. I want to devour you." His mouth falls  to my neck, his teeth sinking into my black skin. He bites, hard, but it  feels good more than it hurts.

"Ah," I gasp. "Richard!"

"Moan my name louder," he demands. He bites my neck again as his hand  squeezes my ass. Then he pulls his shirt apart, the last few buttons  flying off. "Moan it!"

"Richard!" I gasp for breath. His hand presses against my mound, a place  no one has ever touched other than myself. "Richard, don't stop!"

When his hand slips under my panties, a finger dips between my folds. He  gently rubs my pussy, pushing the lips apart to slide his fingers up  and down my slit before gently penetrating me with his fingertip. It  doesn't go too deep.

I'm excited and jittery about him masturbating me, pushing my panties  aside and kissing me. I want his lips on me at all times, his fingers  exploring every part of me.

Pushing myself towards his hand, I shudder with the pleasure his finger  gives me. His thumb rubs gently against my clitoris. It feels even  better than when I touch myself there. Much better. It sends tingling  waves through my whole body.

I rest my head against his shoulder and let him hold me, cradle my body  close to his as he manipulates my pleasure zones. He pulls my bra down,  exposing one of my breasts. My nipple is hard, sticking out towards him  and beckoning his mouth to engulf it. He sucks and kisses on my breast,  savoring the taste of my chocolate skin on his tongue.

The finger within me moves in and out, deeper and deeper until it hits  my virginity. He stops pushing it in further, instead just pleasuring me  without breaking my hymen.

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves me against  the wall. Picking me up a little, he wraps one of my legs around his  torso and unzips his pants.

"Are you ready for this?"

I take a deep breath, looking up into his dark eyes before nodding my  head. He pushes some hair off of my forehead and kisses my nose before  pushing his hard cock into me.

It hurts a little at first, since it's dry. Once the head is covered in  my juices, it slides into me with ease, and then pushes past my hymen. I  gasp with pain, but the pain is gone quickly. I look up to him with  tears in my eyes and then smile.         

     



 

"That's the worst of it. I'm going to start thrusting a bit now."

I nod again, and then grab his shirt at the shoulders. His penis is  engulfed by my warm, moist flesh. At first I was still, letting him  slowly rock into and out of me, but then I start to ride him. With my  ass wiggling, we both pick up speed, driving ourselves to orgasm.

We both breathe hard, my breaths mixed with loud moans. I like sex! This  is good! Especially with Richard. Something inside of me clicks over  suddenly, and I feel a great release of all my stress and a wave of  emotions wash over me. I orgasm around Richard's cock, just as he cums  inside of me.

Still in his arms, Richard carries me over to his bed. We spend the rest of the morning there, holding each other and napping.



When I get up, I slip out from under Richard's arm and into the  bathroom. Checking the mirror, my face is much different then it was  before. My dark black skin is there, but with a sort of glow, and I am  happy. Smiling, even when my lips aren't. Something about this man feels  so right, so perfect. I wish-