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Rank # 1 | RomanceFiction Category | 02/6/20
"Life is a BOOMERANG, what you give, you get." ~ Unknown
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She had carefully walked through the hallways afraid to make any stentorian sound, before she awakens any other soul. Before leaving her room, she applied her exquisite deodorant and lubricant oil to her cocoa skin. The bright moonlight sparkled through her chocolate skin, and the charm and oil made her body tantalizing, silky, blithe, and very beddable, a tempting body that would have stirred the sexual appetite of any other man and make him crave for her jelly roll.
Mona had mildly opened the brown doors of James's room and watched her obsession lying on the super king size-bed, twisting and turning at full attention. James was profoundly deep into another world taunted by memories of his treacherous past.
When his mother had died in 1985, he was left all in black, yeah, pitch black. He tweaked his old self after his mother went into slumberland, his world was completely torn apart and everything else in it got ruined, he was left completely splintered, enraged, devastated, and haunted by memories of his difficult past. He cried and cried and led out a whimper every now and then, his voice echoed in the dark room for days and nights. Bed got stained and soaked from tears, and he got drunk, arrested and arrested while drunk, all at age 15. Left neglected as a child, he had gawked at his sick mother miserably dying before his own eyes, and thereafter, with no where to turn, no one to to go to, that was when his knight in armor came to rescue.
Samuel Jackson was never less than an arrogant and aggressive bastard. A cruel and scrooge-like man who flirted with dozens of women, an alcoholic, and the man who had abandoned he and his mother, and later married to an older and wealthy Gambian nationale, a woman who owned nearly a quarter of the world. Six months into their marriage his father showcased the exact persona he had acted on James's mother and her child, he was a terrible drunken and of course, a reckless filth. He had lots of concubines and with the loads of quarrels and fights they had, the lady pulled out of the disastrous marriage a month later, and since the papers were prepared, well, you know how it all played along? She willingly gave him portions of the wealth she owned and that was that.
The following year he had migrated back to his homeland where he met Venetta, a light skinned gorgeous woman with alluring body, well-shaved brows, and cute dimples. She had amazing white teeth but it appeared blood-thirsty and dark. It was only a matter of time to notice that she is a vampire disguised as an angel. Venetta and his father attempted to break the curse, and, had tossed their relationship to another level. He got married for the second time, and again, it ended in another disaster, her marriage to him was only plastic and lasted for a year.
And to add on, the lady had perfectly used the time in her favor to have manipulated and controlled all of what he acquired. His telco company, real-estate houses, and millions of dollars were all gone in a twinkling of an eye, everything was stolen and deposited into 'red bank', left penny less, she took away his daughter, wandered out of his empty abode, and established her own fashion business somewhere else.
Soon enough he had mortgaged the only property left with him and they wobbled into a house down the avenue. The apartment wasn't anything compared to the gigantic houses James owns now. It was not spacious at all and the ventilation there was so fucking unbelievable. There were Chinese tiles on the floor, 600 cm wide and in length, the marbles on the tie was absolutely stunning and give the black and white color a perfect look. The kitchen was smaller and walls were furnished with cream designs and the house slanted at a peak angle. At that time, the condition of his poor father had migrated from bad to worst. The old grey haired man was not only rattled and a renowned alcoholic, but had absorbed enormous smoke too. He was was depressed. Frustrated. Hopeless. He often came home every now and then in a splenetic mood, and almost every other day, he ended his exasperation on James, which one day led to a more terrifying incident that tortured him for the rest of his life.
James fluttered his eyes opened and laid on the bed, widening his gaze from the torture. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his shins, if he could have curled up into a ball, he wouldn't have to face this wretched memory real life, he would be protected from everything else around him. But he would still have to live with himself, with the wretched memories swirling around in his head. His black and blue eyes turned red and puffy from the shock, and once he squeezed shut those eyes, tears could have rolled down his cheeks. He let his head fall down to his knees, and he pulled his legs in an upward direction. Mona had gawked at her obsession lying at full sight with his back away from her.
No matter what she did, there was no where she could hid from the thoughts in her head, she wondered if her mind was an engine or exhaust. The feelings she have for him can never end until her body ceases to function and her soul is released for whatever that comes after. The burning sensation in her throat grew more when she pressed her thirsty and cracked lips, she craved for him instantly, right there and now, like a drug. Another step and the intoxication intensified, just his scent sends her into a heady trance, one that doesn't end until their bodies were swarm and snuggled closely as two souls can ever be. Her heart heaved, and the electric shock in her body exploded, every veins tightened, and the tingles in her wetted punani electrified. Sex plunged to the core of her mind, and, all she ever wanted was to settle whatever that was left unsettled over the past two years, it starts here and now, yeah, now - and full stop.
She quickly rushed to the bed and knelt indelicately at the edge of it, smothering the tip of her fingers through his curled hair streaking down his forehead, brows, and jawline. James flipped his body watching the hands that had gripped onto him earlier, he rubbed his eyes as his gaze augmented at the sight of the devil herself. His face twitched and there was a raging fire that sat in his black and blue eyes that if not steady, would have shaken the entire mansion and awaken every other soul at sleep.
He tossed out of the bed and his blood boiled, the brewing anger in his muscles stretched. Mona gulped and became terrified at the horror in his black and blue eyes, her heart beefed up and body quivered. As she walked closer to him, she attempted to coo the fury in his sapphire eyes and grip onto one of his palms, but he flinched his gaze and hands out of her grasp, and out of the sudden, his eyes returned to her and were full of fierce fire, and the veins on his forehead enlarged.
"And now what huh? What the hell are you doing in here at this time of the night?" He whispered-shout and gritted his teeth, he clenched onto her hands sashaying her towards the double brown doors. A plead extended the curve of her lips as she searched through her head to find more confident words that would free her out of this burning rage, well, it seems like only her charming body, uhm, can help her out now.
The radiant moonlight from the sliding windows sparkled through her coca skin, and as James stole a glimpse of her sexy night robes up and down, light smirks humped the lips of the man before her. He flashed about those two nights of fucking pure ecstasy and he twitched his hands over to his wrist.
"I-I just don't know what's wrong with you. Ugh? Do you know how many times you have tried? How many times have I told you that you should let go? You're my uncles' wife now and what we had was nothing but-."
"Shhh!" She breathed and pressed her fore finger over his pink lips and locked her hazel eyes to James's. The chemical magnetism spread in their thirsty bodies, and like attractions heightened. She drew closer to him and all you could hear in the room was incessant beefing of their hearts.
"And so what? I'm not interested him." She gulped. "I don't love him, I never did. You're the only soul I have ever loved and all that I ever wanted. All that I ever imagined and thought about over those two cold years. I never stopped thinking about us, and those nights-?"
"Those were moments I never stopped thinking about. The image of it tortured and replayed in my head every day and night, and every time I took my phone and looked at you, I was caught off guard completely, and this jelly roll had only craved for you since. I missed those soft lips, your warmth, your embrace, your smell, your black cock. I want you, James. I want us."
"A-and my uncle?" He growled under her fore finger as he stuttered on one or two of his words. She closed the inch between them and leaned her head and kiss him. "Let me be the one to take care of that."
"No, Mona. No!"
He pushed her back and swayed his face, and the next minute he combed her hair behind her ears and a tingle of delight shot through his body as he sucked on her her collar bone and kissed her soft lips. She too leaned her head forward and their salivas curled, she was smiling throughout the kiss because she felt his black cock jouncing in his trousers. As they kissed, he put his hands on her middle size breasts and then reached down to touch her pussy. He took off the white night pajamas, unhooked the white bra, and paid homage to the the white sexy pants. James had deftly untied them all and found his way up her punani. She felt his index finger going deep inside of her, and then his second and third, tumultuous moan escaped her lips and she shook from huge pleasure.
"Shh! You've got to be quiet-." James scoffed.
"And you've got to take it easy." She teased.
James slumped her to the bed and he caressed her every sensitive area, from her ears to her neck and to her lips, streaming down her breasts and to her stomach and to her pussy, leaving butterfly grazes all over her body. She covered her lips and lowly squirmed from the pure ecstasy, begging him to take her now. The heat she felt inside her body became unbearable, it felt like as if she was going to die from rapid combustion. Alex smacked her ass, and flipped her on her belly and raised her ass slightly. He slowly took her from behind. As he penetrated her wetted pum-pum with his rock hard dick, and she whispered that she loved him. He did not say anything back, he just remained in the present and enjoyed every inch of his enormous black cock thrusting her wet pussy.
She tried to hold him back but he tossed her hands over her head and hit her guts deeply with his dick, the whore in her nearly appeared, but nah, she can't squirm loudly or else she will awake every other sleeping creature.
He slowed his pace and swirl his dick in her wet pussy. She covered her mouth and lowly squirmed from the pleasure, and once he had reached his peak, he led out an exhilarating moan and swayed over her.
And now what had come over him? Huh?
Damn.
James just had the worst sex of his life!