It’s in this moment staring at my own black beauty that I’m a man.
I’m not the Enforcer, I’m just a man who is about to claim his woman.
She opens the kitchen door for us to enter and I watch her body move like a man hypnotized as we walk up the stairs so silently. I don’t even hear my brothers or anyone for that matter.
It’s like a never-ending trance until I hear the click of the door.
My hands wrap around her waist. One curves to the shape of her form, the other goes straight for her pussy.
Her neck tilts as she moans. I pull her ass closer, grinding my cock against her at the same time my four fingers apply pressure to her hot pussy, rubbing leisurely up and down.
Her body is so responsive, it’s almost like she’s not the same girl.
But those raspy throaty sounds she’s making assures me it’s her.
She spins around and takes a step back, and I watch the inner battle she has with herself.
I don’t move or hide from her. I want this, I want my cock so deep in her pussy that she’ll never want for another man but she has to want it too.
She has to want me enough to fight that mind of hers and win.
“I need our first time to be with the lights off.”
I go to retort but I stop.
I’ll have enough time to explore her body with my eyes in the future. Today I’ll learn her body with my hands.
I flip the light switch, shutting us in darkness. Her silhouette moves closer to me, we both slip our wet t-shirts off.
Her calloused fingers start from my neck to my collar bone, grazing my nipples as they map their way over pectorals and down over my leathers.
I hiss.
My cock jumps, needing to be released.
“Beauty.” I say as a warning.
“Kiss me Zero.”
I do just that.
I grab her naked waist and crush her breast to my chest. Something seals between us and I swear we are soul mates.
I pull her wet hair out of her face; grab the back of her neck and fuse our mouths together. She kisses me as hungry as I kiss her and we don’t stop. I’ve never had a woman who can kiss like her. She’s perfect.
My hands explore her naked flesh, learning her body with my fingers. From the dip in her spine to the raised skin just below her left shoulder.
I don’t need my fingers to know the burn that’s branded her torso or the fullness of her breast. I grab at her ass squeezing it through the wet jeans. Her moans fill the room as her greedy fingers tug on my belt and I stop kissing her. A hum leaves my throat as our mouth part.
“Strip, I need inside you now.”
I hear her low laugh as I unbuckle my pants. The chains from my wallet hit the carpeted floor with a loud thud.
My cock springs free, high and proud.
I play with the tip to give him some attention as he waits for Beggar to take off her jeans. She lays down on the bed waiting for me. I see the shape of her form, her knees bent up. My hands work faster.
I could come by just this.
The wetness that leaks from the tip of my cock to my fingers reminds me that I don’t have a condom.
“Fuck!” I squeeze the tip of my cock, my jaw tight, mouth in a firm line.
“What’s wrong, don’t tell me you changed your mind.” I chuckle at the sound of her frustration, make light of my painful cock.
“Fuck no.”
“Then what?”
“I need a condom.” Shit.
“Don’t be mad, but, ah, Killer put a box in the draw.”
I swear my cock gets softer hearing that and any logical sense I have slips away, dying a quick death.
I stalk toward her, and grip her ankles the way I had earlier. My hands explore the back of her legs right up to her thighs until it reaches so close to her heat.
I part her legs, letting the cool air hit her naked heat.
She moans.
My mouth finds her wet shaved pussy. I give it a long lick, then I start sucking. I work her body up with only my mouth, my tongue.
When she tries to close her legs, I nip her swollen lips. I don’t put my fingers inside her.
She wants to be claimed, I want to claim her and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
When I feel her get wetter, I climb over her, line my cock to her pussy and I slam home. She cries out in bliss, and I’m sure pain. Her walls clench around me from the intrusion.
I still when I really just want to move. I kiss her lightly sheen forehead, cheeks and eyes.
“You are so beautiful!” Our tongues tangle in a lover’s embrace, leisurely, just happy to be together.
Her waist lifts in a silent plea for more and I’m glad because I’m not fully in. She’s too tight.
I withdraw almost all the way out and slam in harder until I’m balls deep. The noises from her throat are too much even for me. She’s expecting me to go fast, expecting me to hammer into her and I want to do just that. I shock us both when I cage her in with my elbows on either side of her face and I rock into her slow and deep.
I kiss her nose as her hands go to my back. Her blunt fingers making futile attempts to grip into my slippery flesh and for the first time I make love to Beggar.
I don’t stop my slow burning rhythm until she arches up, silent and beautiful as her body gives me everything in that orgasm.
Her walls clench impossibly tight around my cock, pulsing, sucking me deeper into a crescendo of unattainable heights that I have no choice but to spill my seed deep in her womb.
I know my cock isn’t softening soon and I don’t want to leave her warmth just yet. I grab Beggar by the waist and rollback, so my dick doesn’t slip out.
“What are you doing?” Her knees are on either side of my hips and her chest comes down to mine. I bend my chin to look at her even though it’s dark.
“Getting comfortable, that was a taster, claiming you are going to take a while.” I feel for the lamp switch next to the bed at the same time she sits up on me. Her eyes widen.
She goes to cover her stomach but I pull her hands away.
“I’ve already seen it, there’s no reason to hide.”
Her eyes take on a haunting look before she gives me a sharp nod and then bends back down to lay on my chest.
I play with her hair, knowing she’s lost in her mind again. I’m just glad she’s with me, that we’ve shared this together.
“When I was younger, I was a beggar by circumstance, when I got older, I remained a beggar by choice.”
I stiffen but I don’t say a word.
“I never had an easy life Zero. My mother died when I was 12. I got shoved into the system and dumped off at a foster home with 8 other kids.
My foster father raped me 2 weeks later. I killed him with a tin opener and took my chances on the streets.
It wasn’t too bad ’cause I’ve lived there my whole life. I never went back to school and I never did anything too dangerous. I stuck to the bins and kept the begging to a minimum. But a few years later I wanted something better, I knew I couldn’t live like that forever, so I looked for my father. I waited for him one day outside some fancy restaurant.
I was so hungry and almost went inside to see where he was and if he’ll give me some food but I didn’t. When I finally approached him, he laughed in my face.
When I told him my mother’s name, he put a gun to my head. He said I was a liar. He didn’t believe I was his kid, he said she died years ago. He said if he ever saw me again, he’ll put a bullet in my head. After that day I lost hope until I met Patricia, she was a prostitute, said that if I went to this one club, I could get a job waitressing or something, but I had to get an I. D card. It took me weeks to get one, I was sixteen, they didn’t hire younger than eighteen. I was fucked, I used all my money on that card.
That’s the day I met him.
I was just a homeless girl and he was so much more. His name is Lucca and he has your women.”