Be Bad For Me(44)

"You want this big dick, don't you?"

"Yes … badly.

"I want your pussy, too, very badly."

She got up and the robe dropped from her shoulders down to the floor of  the balcony, she stepped into the room and gestured with her finger for  him to follow. "Then come get this pussy."

He followed her inside, closing the sliding glass doors behind him.

She backed up on the bed and he followed, kneeling over her like a  mountain lion ready to devour his prey. She reached up and started to  pull her top down. He stopped her by pushing her back on the bed. "Don't  take anything off. You wore this for me tonight, didn't you?" He was  licking at the sensitive veins in her neck. She nodded. "Then, I'm gonna  fuck you in it. I'm gonna fuck you good and hard and then nice and  slow." He said it with such intensity and promise that her pussy was wet  instantly. He moved down and kissed the front of her panties, using his  tongue and lips to tease her through the fabric. When he pulled her  g-string aside to stick two fingers in her wet pussy, she closed her  eyes and tried to control her irregular breathing, as he moved them in  and out of her slowly. He made himself comfortable between her legs and  ate her pussy, pulling two back to back orgasms from her. Then he lifted  one of her legs, so that the back of her thigh was against his chest  and wore her little pussy up …  all morning long.





Chapter 23





The soul food dinner in front of her was delicious, but she wasn't  thinking about food today. The only thing she had been thinking about  since she met Jordan at Club Scarlet was Jordan and it took her too long  to realize it.

"So, now that we're all together. We can catch up on some stuff," Denise  said, shaking some more hot sauce over her chicken wings. She, Bianca,  and Denise were seated at a table Tuesday night after agreeing to have  dinner together to catch up on the latest with each other. It had been  weeks since the girls had seen each other. "How was your vacation with  Jordan?" Denise placed an emphasis on the with Jordan part.         

     



 

"Heavenly!" There were a lot of other words that Annette could use to  describe last weekend, but that was the first one that had came to mind.  Annette realized her smile was a little too wide and picked up her ice  tea, took a sip, and blushed.

"Oh-oh, I know that look. Can't no woman lie about getting some good dick," Bianca said.

"And y'all know this … " Annette said.

Bianca and Denise screamed out in excitement. Almost too loud, though,  because people from the tables surrounding them look at them like they  were crazy.

"Shhhhh! You two are loud."

Bianca ignored her and made another loud comment, "Girl, Jordan sure did  look like he would work a pussy over good in a heartbeat. I can't  believe you took so long to fuck him!"

"Shut up!" Annette hissed.

"Oh, my bad." Bianca finally noticed that she was too loud.

"I'm happy for you, girl. You deserve a good man after Anthony's sorry ass," Denise said.

"Let's not even start talking about him," Annette said.

"Not trying to make you feel bad or anything, but Anthony still talks  about you. He misses you like I don't know what. Every time I go see  Leroy, he asks about you. You know he got his own place now, right?  Leroy is staying with him for a minute until he gets his shit together."  Bianca said as she stuffed two forkfuls of baked macaroni and cheese in  her mouth.

Annette shook her head. "I'm so through with Anthony … you just don't know."

"Really?" Bianca looked at her like she didn't believe her.

"I would be, too, if I had someone like Jordan to replace him. I'm  waiting for you to invite me to hang out with you and those guys. Does  that mean that you're going to be a Heat Ryder, now?" Denise asked.

"Yep. I'll be trying for my license in a week and we're supposed to go  look at bikes, too. I just can't figure out where I want my tattoo."

"Tattoo? You riding a motorcycle?" Bianca gawked. "I'm jealous I can't  be in that clique, but TJ just wasn't feelin me, that's all."

"There are plenty other guys in the group. And Denise, if you want I'll  let you know when we have another get together. But, first, let me ask  Jordan to make sure it's okay. I'm sure he'll say yes. He was trying to  get the two of you to come with me on that vacation last week,  remember?"

"Okay." Denise smiled.

"By the way, what happened to you and Rico?" Bianca asked Denise.

Denise lowered her eyes. "He was puttin' on a big front. Too much drama  in his life. I found new numbers in his cell from girls and everywhere  we went there was a girl running up on him like they had been together. I  mean, the guy just moved from Florida and he already got hoes flocking  on him. And his friend, Gerald, is no better either."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I was thinking maybe we could have  conversations about the ten-inch dicks that we be ridin'" When Annette  said that, she and Denise burst out laughing at their little secret.

"Damn! Ten inches?" Bianca eyes widened.

"Yes, girl." Annette smacked her lips. "And if I miscalculated, it was damn near ten inches. And thick, too."

"Well, damn!" Bianca exclaimed.

"What about you, Bianca? You said you were back with Leroy." Denise looked at Bianca.

"Yeah," Bianca smiled, "He's wanting to change so much. And he tries,  too. He lets me know where he's at and where he's going. He's not sneaky  like before. He and Anthony had their ways, but Leroy told me that he's  been wanting to slow down from all that."

"That's good," Annette said. She was happy for her friend. She was happy  that someone could finally change the man they loved to do better  things.

"We're moving to Florida."

"What?" Denise and Bianca gawked at the same time.

"Yeah, Miami to be exact. His mom and pops live down there. He asked me last week to move with him."

"Are you going?" Annette was curious.

"Hell, yeah. He has a job, a place to stay, and everything waiting on  him down there. That's why him and Anthony went to visit a couple months  back, because he was looking for a place. I'm just surprised that he  asked me instead of Anthony to go."

"I'm so happy for you. But I don't want you to go and leave me all alone. What about me?" Annette pouted.

"Oh, whatever! And you'll have Jordan, now. Even though TJ and I didn't  really mesh together, I met a lot of those guys and they are all good  people. You'll be fine," Bianca smiled.         

     



 

"When are you leaving?" Denise asked.

"In two weeks."

"Ah!" Annette gawked, again. "Now, I'm gonna have a bone to pick with  Leroy. He knows better than to take you away without asking me."

"I told him you wouldn't take it too well. Actually, the plan was for  the four of us to go. You, me, Leroy, and Anthony. As we all know,  Anthony messed up pretty badly," Bianca said.

"Well, things work out for the best with time." Annette sighed.





Chapter 24





"What are you doing here?" It was Wednesday afternoon and Annette had  just arrived home from work when thirty minutes later her doorbell rang  and it was Jordan standing there with his motorcycle helmet at his side.

"I miss you, baby," he said, coming into her apartment, dropping his  helmet on the side table in her foyer. He wrapped his hands around her  waist and kissed her.

"That's right. We haven't seen each other since Monday morning." She  walked over to her kitchen and began pulling clean dishes out of the  dishwasher and putting them away. "I was going to make tacos for dinner  tonight."

"That's sounds good. But you told me that you weren't good at cooking."

"Tacos are easy. Want me to show you?"

"Sure."

Annette grabbed all the ingredients for the taco dinner while Jordan was in the bathroom washing his hands.

"Got to work tomorrow?" Jordan came up behind her and kissed her on the neck.

"Yeah. Half day. I'm off Friday."

"I was thinking I could take you to go see TJ's gym. He just opened up one right down the street from where you live."

"Oh, really? Well, let's go later tonight."

"We can go tomorrow, since you've got a half day. Then, we can go look at bikes. Can I crash at your place tonight?"

Annette turned around and looked at him, suggestively. "For a price."

"What's your price?"

"I'll let you know a little later on tonight."

As they were dicing tomatoes for taco toppings, they talked about what kind and color bike she should get.

"You know black is my favorite color," Annette said.

"Mine, too."

"I've thought of the perfect place on my body to get my tattoo. I called  Tara the other day and she said that she'll go with me for support."

"Oh, yeah? Where?"