Be Bad For Me(2)

     



 

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.