Be Bad For Me(55)

Tabitha snatched the papers out of his hands. "You don't know who you're dealing with!"

"Neither do you," Jordan retorted. Then he placed what was a fake smile on his face and said, "Bye. Bye."

Tabitha turned on her four-inch stripper heels and stormed up the steps.

"Jesus! This is like straight from Jerry Springer!" Travis said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Man, I feel for you. That bitch is crazy. Why would you not seek custody?" TJ said, shaking his head from side to side.

"Why didn't you do that paternity test earlier?" Troy asked his brother.

"I was stupid. But, anyway, that's life, man. You gotta be careful who you fuck around with," Jordan said.

"If she didn't have your child, you know I would go beat her ass, Jordan," Tara said.

"Yeah. I know you would. But, all that ain't necessary," Jordan said.

Annette was too shocked to speak, with a million thoughts flying through  her head. She knew with all her heart that Jordan was a good man, but  she really didn't know how much more of this that she could take  anymore. When the rest of the guys picked up their cards to start the  game again Jordan excused himself and got up from the table. When he  turned to meet Annette's eyes, she could see the worry in them and she  knew that Tabitha had struck a cord even though he played it off with  his friends that it didn't matter. His eyes dropped from hers and he  headed up the stairs. Seconds later, Annette excused herself, mumbling  that she was going to check on him. No one said anything as she made her  exit.

Except for Troy. "Man, that cat just ruined the whole evening."

Annette found him in his room, with the door open. He was laying face up  on his huge bed, arms behind his head. He didn't look up when she came  in and closed the door. He still didn't move when she climbed up on the  bed and curled her body up against him, her hands on his chest. With her  head pressed to his heart, she listened to him breathing and felt his  irregular heart beat for what seemed like several minutes.

Finally, he spoke. "Annette, I'm sorry. I wish I can go back and change  things, but there is no magic word or time machine that will allow me to  do that. I love you so much, but I don't want to see you hurt. I don't  want to put you through this. I have to deal with this, but you  shouldn't be dealing with it like this. I'll understand if you want  to--"

"Ssssh. You don't have to say anything," Annette said, kissing the side  of his neck. "I'm here for you now because I want to be here. I will be  here forever, if you allow it."

"I keep hoping that things would get better. That I can be with you the  way I want to and raise my son like a father should. She wants me to  send her money every month, but she won't let me see him when I want to.  I don't want that for him. I don't want him to think that I didn't want  to be in his life when he gets old enough to understand. God, I wish  she would just go away … "

"Everything will be okay, Jordan. You will always have my support."  Annette kissed his lips, softly, running her hands up and down his  chest. She had coaxed his lips apart and he kissed her back, slipping  his hands around her waist and pulling her in closer to his side. A few  seconds later, one of her thighs had made its way on top him. The sweet  and gentle kiss had turned into a hot and demanding kiss. When she moved  her thigh against his groin area, he groaned softly.

"Don't start something, you can't finish."

"Oh, I intend to finish what I started," Annette whispered.

He nibbled her bottom lip softly. His hands were smoothing the plush  flesh that he could reach through the gap in her jeans in the back. She  moaned softly, as his lips moved to her earlobe, down her chin, and  along the base of her neck. She pushed her hand under his wife beater  and began running her fingers softly across the small flat nipples on  his chest. She could feel his erection growing under her thighs. She  wanted to give that bad boy room to grow, so she lifted herself onto his  stomach.

He smiled up at her, running his hands over her stomach and under her  tube top to her breasts. She helped him pull his shirt over his head and  she ran her hands along the skin that she could touch. Paying close  attention to his nipples. She leaned forward and kissed and licked his  neck, tasting his skin, and smelling his body wash and cologne. She  touched the tip of her tongue to the flat hard nipples on his chest and  teased them. She reached behind her and skillfully unbuttoned and  unzipped his jeans. His erection was relieved when she did that because  it sprung up, this time trying to escape his boxers.         

     



 

At the same time, she pulled the tube top over her head, he lifted  himself up so that she was straddling his lap and kissed her breasts.  Teasing the nipples, just as she had teased him. His warm wet tongue  felt like velvet against her nipples. He suckled her nipples, softly,  taking his time on each one. He always liked to see them hard and he  sucked and licked until they were hard as little rock pebbles. He caught  her off guard, by turning her over so that he was now on top. She  giggled when she noticed that her head was hanging off the end of the  bed. He laughed, too, and used her hips to pull her down some and in the  process he pulled her jeans down her legs and threw them on the floor.

He kissed the soles of her feet, softly, and licked all ten toes. He  nibbled and kissed on the insides of her ankles and kissed her calves  and backs of her knees. Everywhere he touched, generated a response from  her body and he studied her intently as he moved, learning and  exploring her body. By now, she was writhing on the bed in anticipation.  She looked at the erection poking at his boxers and couldn't wait for  his dick to enter her. Suddenly, she got the urge to taste him and she  lifted herself up and pulled his erection through the opening in his  boxers. He groaned out loud, when she grabbed hold of it. He was on his  knees, so his erection was positioned perfectly next to her mouth. She  wasted no time tasting him, sticking her tongue out and licking the  little slit, imagining how good the cum tasted when he let her swallow.  She teased the head with her mouth and tongue, softly, until he began  thrusting his pelvis forward, indicating, unknowingly, that he wanted  more. She gave him more, devouring him into her mouth. Moving her tongue  and lips along his shaft.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, while he was in her mouth. He liked when she licked  the entire shaft, so she took him out of her mouth and did just that.  Licking the base of his dick and then up again to the head of it, with a  very wet tongue. She licked his shaft with long, slow licks like a cat  and kept her eyes on his to watch his facial expressions. It turned him  on to see her suck his dick She knew this and she knew she was putting  on a show for him, showing him just how good she could make him feel.  She felt his balls tighten under her touch as she worked, and she knew  he was getting more and more excited.

"Oh, fuck … ," he mumbled, as she started using her hand to stroke the  rest of him, as her mouth moved back and forth over his erection. "What  are you doing to me?"

Her mouth was full, she couldn't say a word, so she sucked harder.

"You know what?" Jordan pulled his erection out of her mouth. "You've had your turn."

"Ugh!" Annette exclaimed, disappointed that he had taken his dick from  her mouth. She watched as he peeled out of his own jeans and boxers and  threw them on the floor on top of her clothes.

When he pushed her back down on the bed and placed his fingers against  the fabric that covered her pussy, she completely forgot about  complaining. She moaned when he pressed his finger to her clit through  the fabric. "Oh, yeah … "

"You like that, huh?" Jordan asked, still moving his fingers along the fabric, watching her body writhe in anticipation.

"Uh-huh."

Jordan positioned himself between her legs and blew on the fabric  covering her pussy. "That pussy is hot." He peeled her panties to the  side and ran his fingers along her slit. "And wet." She watched him  between her legs as he licked his fingers. "And sweet."

"Please … " Annette begged.

"Please, what?" He turned his head from side to side, kissing the inside of her thighs.

"Don't make me wait."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you."

"I'm right here, baby. But, what do you want me to do to my pussy?" He  blew softly on her exposed clit and she arched her back up, trying to  move closer to the source. She purred when he used his fingers from one  hand to hold her lips apart and blow all over her pussy. She shivered  under his touch. He lifted his fingers again and placed them to his  mouth. "Mmmmm, it's good." He bent his head and kissed the top of her  mound. The light stubble on his chin tickled her freshly shaved skin. He  licked and kissed there and Annette could have sworn that she could  have an orgasm if he kept kissing her skin like that just above her  clit. He spread her thighs with his hands, making her open wider. The  heels of her feet resting on his shoulders. He licked her thighs again  almost touching her pussy lips.