Only Egypt Alexander could fuck up a weekend like this after my catering company made forty-five grand, which was decent feeding a room of two hundred guests. And trust me, I didn’t hold back. We had it all—seafood, Caribbean food and, of course, southern country dishes like smothered fried chicken and mashed potatoes.
I went from congratulating my staff for pulling it off to being on one hundred when Roland, my baby brother, brought Egypt’s selfish ass my way. I hadn’t seen that bitch in almost six years, leaving me in front of her dorm right after she accepted a proposal from a guy from back home. If I stayed any longer, I would have been leaving in the back of a police car.
Now here I was… enthralled. Hell, I wasn’t a peeping Tom and pussy came to me leaving, if you know I mean. But, hearing her laugh and dance playfully under the moon had me stuck, wanting to indulge in her love as she danced and then fell on her blanket.
I knew she was lit too, gauging from the bottle of wine I saw her toss back, which is another reason I’d stuck around. I didn’t have any sisters, but that didn’t matter. No way was I leaving her out here alone vulnerable with a few perverts, I’m sure, walking around. I was many things depending upon who you asked, but a pervert wasn’t one of them.
I lit my blunt and found a spot to sit, enjoying my view that morphed into a soft porn show when she lifted up her gown and slipped her hand between her legs. Then when she pinched her nipples, my dick stood at attention as I rose up on my feet.
“Damn,” I whispered to myself, leaning over from where I sat as if I could actually see that pussy. I couldn’t from the angle I stood, but I sure wanted to. I watched her chest heave up and down while she played in her pussy, before my feet took off. I had to get a closer look. I promise you it wasn’t planned, but my feet hand a mind of their own once I stood over her.
I took a deep toke on my blunt and blew it out slowly, feeling my dick twitch as I gazed at her freshly waxed vagina. Yeah, that pussy was fat, pink and pretty. I grinned seeing she was petite in size, but that cat was fat. She wasn’t thick like Egypt, but she still turned me the fuck on. See, Egypt was a country girl born and raised in Mississippi with a cornbread fed body that was twice the size of the beautiful creation before me.
She had skin the color of wheat, eyes a shade darker that were doe-shaped. Her lips were delightfully full, the kind the Kardashians would pay for, with a short round nose. Her entire face gave you the impression she was innocent, but that fat pussy and the way she worked it, told me she had a wild side. Soon, she groaned and tossed her head back, releasing a light grunt from her mouth followed by a hiss.
“Sweetheart? You need some help with that?”
She looked my way in a panic, yelping as she tried to pull her gown down. where I soon joined her.
“Whoa, you’re about to hurt yourself,” I chuckled, watching the red undertones in her skin, making her that more beautiful as I pulled on my blunt, releasing my smoke in her direction.
“Chill, I’m not here to hurt you,” I told her, looking down and inhaling her scent. Besides the smell of pussy and the wine she was drinking, she smelled of something soft and flowery. I messed with that, too.
Instead of responding, her eyes slowly traveled down my torso. Based on how she reacted, she saw I came with dick and lots of it, firmly pressing her thighs together. When she did, I chuckled. Either she was impressed or afraid, yet she remained still after I made my intentions known, but first, I was sucking that pussy.
I wasn’t the average lover when it came to pleasing a woman. I got off by getting her off, watching her come for hours if she’d let me. Just that quickly, I forgot all about Egypt’s scandalous ass.
I leaned over towards her, which left little to no space in between us. I watched her flinch, her thighs tightening even more, yet baby girl still hadn’t told me no as my mouth began to water.
“You smoke, Sweetheart?” I asked against her neck, inhaling her scent while she inhaled what I’d just blew her way.
Baby girl’s eyes were blinking, causing me to smile. Yeah, she seemed to be naive in some ways, but shit, that meant she wasn’t giving it up for everybody. Instead of replying as she looked away, she cleared her throat as she gripped her dress, using those same fingers that were just all in her pussy. Fingers I wanted in my mouth as I took her hand. When I did, I slipped them inside of my mouth and sucked on them motherfuckers.
Fuck, she tasted so good. She knew it too, her skin beet red as her mouth parted while I sucked on them one by one. And when I saw those puffy red eyes, I wanted to be the reason she never had to cry again. When I was done, she smiled then turned her head away, not knowing I probably needed this just as much as she needed me to do it.
“Naw, I’m over here. Too late to be shy when I just had your pussy in my mouth,” I told her, pulling on my blunt.
“You did not,” she contested, snapping her head my way. I shut her up quickly when I grazed her lips, giving her what I assumed was her first shot gun. She confirmed I was right when she gulped, swallowing it down instead of exhaling. A series of violent coughs followed as I eased closer, relishing in the feel of her body against my fingers as I rubbed her back.
“Take a deep breath, Sweetheart.” She did, then took another one when I motioned her to.
Good girl.
Her eyes were watery along with her flushed skin, but those lips were sexy as fuck as she poked them out, soft whimpers escaping her mouth. Damn, I have fucked up for real.
There was absolutely no way I was leaving tonight and not having my fill of her, whatever that was. If it was just pussy in my mouth, so be it, but I could tell she wanted more. Maybe needed more.
“That burn is a slow one. You have to ride it out…ride it out real easy,” I told her, my mouth now against hers. I wanted her so bad that I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked on it. Sucked on it slow and soft before I slipped my tongue in her mouth. It was slow and easy just like that burn I’d just told her about. “Sweet just like your pussy, love.”
She coughed a few more times when I pulled away, forming a fist over her mouth. Maybe I did get ahead of myself, rubbing her back once again.
“Want me to stop? Need something to drink?” She quickly shook her head no, as her breathing leveled out and she gave me a pitiful look.
I felt bad, realizing that shorty was probably in a fucked up headspace. Clearly messing around with me could only make it worse. Damn, Egypt was fucking up my vibe and was nowhere around. Besides, I didn’t fuck with alcohol. I burned though, but drinking was a thing of the past.
All it took was one bad accident Spring semester once I realized Egypt wasn’t coming back. A few girls on campus mentioned her actually getting married. That shit became real once I heard it. I never took Egypt for being a liar, but baby girl moved hella foul on me. So foul, that when I took a ride to her house, her parents begged me to leave. Told me Egypt wanted nothing to do with me and when I didn’t believe them, they called her so she could say it to me in front of them.
Angry with myself, I drank myself sick late one night, crashing into a tree. Sad thing is, I was on my way home after not seeing my family all semester long. I remember my mother sobbing, both of our hearts broken. Her for me and me for myself. In the process of loving Egypt, somehow I’d forgotten about me. It took me three months in rehab to come to that realization as I taught myself how to walk again.
So yeah, fuck Egypt.
“Naw, you better stop now, Sweetheart. I can be dangerous,” I laughed, putting the blunt out against the bottom of my shoe.
“What if I don’t want you to go?” she asked, shocking the hell out of me.
Once she did, the deejay started playing “I’ll Make Love to You” and I chuckled. This night was getting crazier and crazier. Without thinking, I extended my hand to hers as I stood. Surprisingly, she took it and stood before me beautiful as ever, eyes watery with the softest hands. Her hands so soft, I was eager to have them around my shaft. Shorty really didn’t know what she was asking for. Once I gave her the dick, there would be problems.
Ask Millie.
That’s me.
I’m problems.
“Mind if I get a dance?” I asked, hoping that would get us both out of this situation I started. I tried, I really did but blame it on those warm maple colored eyes and smile that made me want to slob her down.
“Sure, but I thought you wanted to…” she said and smiled, pausing as she pressed her body pressed against mine, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Oh, she wanted to play I see, tagging me in like the coach she was.
“I wanted to do what?” I asked, my hands having a mind of their own like my feet, filled with two handfuls of ass. She was tiny but that ass was still plush, bringing her towards me even more. “Actually taste your pussy with my mouth?” I asked.
She immediately blushed, but nodded her head yes.
“Cool,” was all I said, before I tugged her gown up and over her ass. I was trying to be a gentleman once I regrouped mentally, but she wasn’t making it easy.
As we slow danced to the music, I started playing in the pussy. Shorty’s pussy was nice and wet, her mouth slightly opened with each pull on her clitoris. My fingers were saturated, covered in her love. I couldn’t help it, moving faster and faster to match the beat of her pants, her legs closing in on my hand.
“Naw, open up, Sweetheart,” I told her, pushing my leg in between hers to widen her stance. “Let me finish what you started. Get you right. “
“Are you always this bold?” she panted, then gasped when I snatched my finger from between her legs. She looked like she wanted to box me up when I did, but shut up once I slipped my fingers in her mouth, making her taste herself.
“See why I’m taking my time. Pussy taste good, huh? Now shut up,” I told her, guiding her back to the blanket and easing her back down. She’d woke damage up. Damage—that’s my dick.
I then sat on my haunches, my eyes fixated on her love. It was even more beautiful, pinker than pink and wetter than wet. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer as she tucked her lips and hummed. With a slow long lick up her neck, my teeth clasped on to her right earlobe, feeling her shiver.
“Oh shit,” she panted out.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Can I have you?” I asked, needing to hear her say it.
“Please,” she replied, slipping my finger in between her folds. Her lips quivered and I smiled as she begged me with her eyes to please her, love on her, lick her up.
“So beautiful,” I whispered instead, studying every feature of her frame.
“Please,” she said once more, with misty eyes.
“What’s your name, love?” I asked, watching her legs quake, her stomach contracting. I stopped her, taking her by the wrist as I held her hand hostage while she squirmed.
“Harlequin,” she said, her voice all airy-like as if she were selling a Harlequin novel. I liked that shit.
“Like the books?” I asked, smiling.
“Yes,” was all she said. I’m sure there was a story to be told about her name, but right now, I wanted her release to wet this dick up.
“I mess with that. Harlequin,” I repeated. “Lift your arms up just a little,” I instructed her, then wiggled her dress up over her head where two melons appeared.
Fucking amazing. I could tell she had an issue with the size of them, her eyes immediately stretching wide under my gaze. I nipped that in the bud though, quickly taking one of her nipples in my mouth before I tackled the other. Our eyes connected the entire time. Once my mouth found hers, we engaged in a slow, good old nasty kiss.
‘”Fuck me,” she pleaded in between me sucking her lips and tongue. “Please fuck me.”
“You’re so in trouble,” I groaned, close to releasing my damn self. “The name’s Millie, Sweetheart. I figured you needed to know what name you’re about to cry out once I’m up in this pussy,” I said, her center wetting my shirt and pants up as we grinded to the music on the blanket.
“Millie,” she repeated, pinching the free nipple while I took my time with the one in my mouth.
She cooed, then shut her eyes, when I whispered, “They are perfect.” Her eyes popped up and she smiled, relaxing just a little, but I hope not too much since I was about to stretch those walls of hers with this dick.
“Free him up, Harlequin,” I told her, easing up with my mans firmly pressed against my slacks. She wasted no time either, quickly unbuckling my belt and sliding my zipper down, bringing my penis out that stood at attention. I caught her mouth watering, but I could get that head action at another time. Right about now, I needed to feel that wet pussy. “Sleeve me up, Sweetheart,” I told her, pulling a condom out of my wallet.
Naw, I didn’t plan to fuck, but my brother Roland stayed indulging in one night stands. Weddings were his specialty. I grabbed a few for his ass, now I’m glad I did because I was about to fuck the dog shit out of her.
With ease, her small hands sheath my dick with the condom as I fought hard not to come. Damn it. Even her hands were lethal, grinning at me as if she’d just wrapped up a gift that was to be delivered back to her. I guess so since I was about to get that fill of her I wanted the second I saw her.
This time the deejay was playing, “What Am I Gonna Do” and while the song didn’t apply to us, hearing Tyrese serenade this pussy made me jealous as she smiled. This girl loved music, I could tell, closing her eyes.
In one quick sweep, I brought both of her legs together in the air, then worked her G-string up until it was dangling off of one foot.
“You’re good?” I asked her, checking in as she squirmed. When she nodded, biting her bottom lip in anticipation, I snatched it off her foot.
I then covered her entire love with my mouth as my orbs bored into hers until she couldn’t take it anymore, screaming. I took that moment to French-kiss her pussy so good, tears trickling down her temples, wetting her hair while I held her down firmly.
“Oh fuck,” she cooed as I latched on to her clitoris literally becoming one with it. If nothing else, I knew my way around the female anatomy, kissing and sucking not too hard, but not too soft, either.
I was intentionally firm with my hands on her thighs, demanding she remain under my control while my tongue sensually lapped up her love.
“Please God, just fuck me already!” she called out, her fingers raking across the top of my head.
“Millie,” I corrected her, biting the inside of her thigh before, bricked up nicely as I prepared to slide inside of her love. “The name’s Millie. Remember that shit.”
That night, Harlequin made me forget all about my distaste for love and disgust for Egypt, how fucked up women were—everything.
I took my time and each time she came, I demanded she call out my name. I even told her I wanted it tatted inside of her throat, it felt so good when I heard her say it. The crazy thing is I could have sworn we both professed loving each other.
Trust me, I know that was the wine talking for her and maybe that gas for me. But one thing that’s for sure—I couldn’t go any further once morning came. She had me that messed up. Had me looking at her in her sleep, studying her lips. Lips I could kiss on all day, dragging my fingers through that wild hair while fucking her back to sleep.
I had to go, but the man in me had to clean up the mess I'd created as best as I could or tried to. I left with a parting gift of paying off her room, then moving her to the penthouse suite along with a spa and massage package.
And since she fed me the sweetest, mouth watering pussy to ever bless my mouth, I decided to feed her breakfast in bed. It wasn’t my food, but I told them motherfuckers it better be good.
Once I was done ogling at her like I was love struck, I kissed her on her forehead and left. I hope she knows me leaving her the way I did damn sure wasn’t about her.
It was about me.
I told you…I’m Millie.
I’m problems.
She didn’t deserve me or that shit.
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