Anthony was placing small kisses on her neck. She liked when Anthony paid attention to her like that. It wasn't too often that he had time to hold her in his arms. He was always so busy. Anthony wasn't poor, either. In fact, he grew up into a wealthy family as well. His father owned over a dozen rental residential properties and several commercial properties all over Atlanta. Anthony didn't work either. Instead, he earned money from his father by managing a few properties and the family business, when he wasn't working part time at a local radio station. Anthony was also an aspiring rap artist. He recently finished his demo and was looking to get signed with a major record label. Over the past couple of months, he hadn't been successful in obtaining the interests of anyone major.
His hands had moved from her waist and were now pushing the robe off her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as he nibbled on her shoulders.
"I want some, baby."
"You want some what?" she teased.
"You know."
Before she could protest he had pushed the robe completely off her shoulders and they were in a heap at her feet. She stood completely naked in front of him.
"Oooo, baby, you are so sexy," he said, rubbing his hands over her ass and thighs.
"You'll mess up my hair … "
"I don't give a fuck about your hair, but I do give a fuck about fucking you."
He turned her around and kissed her softly. She loved the way that Anthony kissed her. He was always aggressive when they kissed or had sex. She gasped when he dipped his head to lick her nipples. He grabbed both of her 34C breasts in his hands and began sucking noisily on each one.
"Okay … but try not to mess up my hair … okay?" She couldn't help but give in as her legs began to feel weak.
Anthony backed up, pulling her over to the bed, and sat down on her duvet-covered king bed. The pink Playboy sheets were a gift from Anthony and they were her favorite sheet set. While he sucked her nipples, she reached down and unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his dick. He was so hard and erect that the his tip felt taut against her fingers. He lifted his shirt over his head, stood up, and kicked his jeans and shoes to the side. When he sat back down on the bed and leaned back on the palm of his hands for support, she already knew the routine. He wanted oral sex. This had become so predictive over the past couple of months, but she loved Anthony's dick nonetheless. His dick was just big enough for her pussy and he knew how to work her g-spot, and sometimes if he fucked her hard and long enough, he could make her orgasm. She bent down, wrapped her fingers around his rod, and stroked up and down.
He moaned.
She bent her head and took him into her mouth and began sucking him off while still stroking him with her hand.
"Oooooh, shit … just like that … " he instructed.
She looked up and glanced in his eyes and watched him watching her suck him off. Just as she thought he was so hard that he would burst, she could feel his dick become extra hard under her tongue.
"Go all the way down, baby … " he said.
Annette had never deep-throated his dick and he knew that she couldn't do it, yet, every time she went down on him, he asked for it. She went down just a little further, but stopped when she felt that she wanted to gag. Suddenly, he pulled her mouth off his dick and got up.
"Get on the bed and open your legs for me," he demanded.
Annette did exactly as he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, and opening her legs up for him. He fingered her clit, making her moan. He stuck two fingers into her warm wet pussy. "You ready for daddy dick?"
"Oh, yes … " she replied.
He removed his fingers and to her surprise, bent down between her legs and took her clit into his mouth. Anthony didn't like to go down, but when he did she absolutely loved it. It made her feel good and got her juices flowing so her pussy would be ready for him. He sucked on her clit for a couple seconds until her pussy was wet enough for penetration, and then inserted his dick into her in one quick thrust that she almost screamed out and bucked off the bed.
"Oh, Anthony … "
"I … been … thinking about … this … pussy … all … day … long," he said, pausing to catch is breath after each thrust.
He was fucking her like he hadn't busted a nut in a long time. Damn! It had only been two days and he was acting like he hadn't had pussy in weeks. He grabbed her feet and pulled her legs all the way up and fucked her good, touching her g-spot with each long, slow thrust.
"Ooooo, baby, if you keep doing that I'm gonna come," Annette moaned.
He fucked her harder and harder until an orgasm shook her body and she screamed out his name. Then, she felt him stiffen as he bust the nut that he had been anticipating so much.
"Shit, baby, you got some good ass pussy!" He pulled out of her and as she expected went to her bathroom to clean up.
Even though, it was a five-minute quickie, Annette was satisfied anyway that she had pleased her man.
Chapter 2
They had been in the mall for what seemed like hours walking around and shopping. Now, she and Anthony were in a hat shop. After telling the sales associate, which colors and size hats he wanted, they waited by the register as the man went to the back to get the specific hat styles and sizes that Anthony requested. Anthony always had to be wearing the latest style, so he frequented the mall every week. And he also liked for Annette to look fly, as well, which was confirmed by just looking at the bags in both their hands. Anthony had bought Annette at least four outfits and two pairs of shoes from each one of her favorite department stores. He had also purchased two pairs of Jordan's for himself.
"Where do you wanna go after this, baby?" he asked, leaning against the sales counter and checking something on his smartphone at the same time.
"I don't know … didn't you say it was a surprise?"
"I did … I wanted to see if you had somewhere you wanted to go in particular first."
"Well, what did you have in mind?" she asked, smiling at him, hoping that he would let her in on his little surprise.
"You'll see," he said, just as the sales representative came back with a few hats. Anthony pulled out a wad of cash to pay for his purchases and they were on their way again.
When Anthony pulled up at the lounge and restaurant where they went on their very first date together, she was very surprised. This was not like Anthony to be so thoughtful and romantic. Anthony's idea of a romantic date was catching a new release at the movie theatres. They had gone to almost every new release together. They went to the same theatre so much that everyone knew them as a couple. They loved Anthony because he was always outgoing and so talkative. Even though he put up a front with his hardcore, bad boy, thug attitude, Anthony was very down to earth in person. That personality was what attracted Annette to Jordan in the beginning.
"Oh, my gosh, I can't believe you remembered!"
She smiled as they walked to their tables. What she liked about this place is that it had a nice, calm atmosphere like a bar or nightclub, but the staff still serviced the customer's as if they were at a gourmet restaurant. They picked a table near the back, where it was dimly lit so that they could have their privacy. She slid in the booth and Anthony sat on the same side beside her. After taking their orders for drinks and appetizers, the waitress walked away.
"See, you always say I never take you anywhere besides the movies."
"Baby, this is so nice. I can't remember the last time we spent almost the whole evening together."
"You know that I'm busy, Shorty. I got to keep makin' this paper or I won't be able to take you anywhere. Then you'd be callin' me a damn scrub," he said, leaning both his arms and the back of the booth.
Annette hated when Anthony called her Shorty, or any other male for that matter. Annette stood five feet seven inches and she didn't consider that short.
"I would never call you a scrub. Me and you have been down for a while now. That would be wrong for me to leave you hangin' just cause you ain't got no money." She really meant that. If Anthony was dead broke, then she would love him anyway.
"That's why you gon' always be my homegirl."
Annette scrunched up her nose when Anthony wasn't looking. Was he really serious? They had been together for two years now and he still wanted her to be his homegirl. She just couldn't imagine ten years later that she would still be walking around on Anthony's arm as his homegirl.
"I need to go to the bathroom for a second. Be right back," he mumbled and got up.
"All right."
She and Anthony met when they were both working as interns at a radio station. She was working in the accounting department at the time and he was working in promotions and marketing. They first saw each other at an annual employee's meeting. It wasn't love at first sight for her, but Annette had him hooked that day when she showed up at the meeting fashionably late one evening. She had just arrived after doing a fashion show for one of her friends in college who worked at a design company. With only a tight red satin blouse, skin tight Gucci jeans, and red patent leather boots with four inch heels on, almost every man in the room turned to look at her when she bust in the door, fifteen minutes into the meeting. She had blurted out an apology for being late and took one of the only few seats near the back. She hadn't paid attention to who she had sat next to until she heard Anthony's soft sexy voice. "What's up, homegirl?" he had said. She had scrunched up her face at him and simply replied, "Hey." All throughout the meeting, she could feel his eyes undressing her. When the meeting was over, she jumped up and before he could say anything else, she walked away. She didn't look back, but she knew that he was trying to follow her out the door. When she did finally look back before turning the corner, someone had stopped him in the hallway to talk. He was talking to the lady, but both sets of eyes were on her. She gave him a small grin and exited the building.