“Yes, it’s me. Hello, Marcus.”
I didn’t ask how he was, because although I considered him a good friend, right now he was in my way. I was a woman on a mission.
He leaned in for a quick hug and said, “Girl, you look wonderful. You’re definitely wearing the hell out of that dress.”
I couldn’t help but smile because, shit, I did look good. I was wearing my black, off-the-shoulder, Michael Kors draped goddess gown that accentuated my curves and had a nice, high, mid-thigh split that highlighted my long legs. I was not going to leave the house today without looking extra sexy; the occasion demanded it.
“Thank you, Marcus. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”
He stepped back and looked me over once more.
“V, I swear I don’t know how my brother ever let you get away. I always said Mom dropped him on his head when he was born.” He chuckled slightly.
“Well, Marcus, that’s ancient history, and you know your brother and I are still very good friends. Besides, he seems to have done okay for himself, and I wish him well.”
“Yeah, he’s all right, but still not the same as he was with you.”
I was beginning to get a little uncomfortable with this conversation, and I needed to get outside quickly anyway, so I would have to talk to Marcus later.
“Well, I need to run out to my car really quick, and get back inside before everything gets started. We’ll talk afterward, okay?”
“Sure, V, I’ll see you later.”
It had been longer than five minutes, so I put a little pep in my step. I opened the door to stride out into the warm summer evening, and there was the black stretch Escalade. I held my breath and reached for the handle, but the door was locked. I pulled my hand back, and felt a flash of disappointment.
Then, just as I turned to walk back inside, I heard the window lower, and his deep, sexy baritone voice washed over me. “I guess you’re on c.p. time today,” he said, and then gave me that sexy smile.
I smiled back. “Well, I’m here now, so are you going to let me in, or not?”
He smiled again, and then the window went back up, and I heard the doors unlock. I looked around and then got inside.
“Hello, Vanessa,” he said. “You look ab
solutely amazing.”
“And you look very handsome yourself, Vincent.” Actually, Vincent Michael Jones was looking better than handsome, he looked absolutely . . . delicious. I just had to stop for a second and take him all in: six feet, with dark, wavy hair, and smooth, brown skin the color of warm caramel. He also had the sexiest, piercing brown eyes that always seemed to see straight into my soul. Vincent was wearing a custom-made Dolce & Gabbana tux that fit him perfectly, showing off how well defined his beautiful body was, even through all the fabric; he was simply exquisite.
“V,” he began, “I wanted to tell you what it means for you to be here for me today of all days . . . I know it must be hard. . . .” His voice trailed off, and I understood that he was genuinely hurting. But that’s not what I wanted, I didn’t want him to be in pain, and I definitely didn’t want any sympathy. He began again. “V, you know . . . all you have to do is say the word. . . .”
I had to stop him right there; he was not going to put me in that position.
“Vincent, I know what you’re saying, but you know I won’t do that. So let’s not make this any harder than it has to be . . . let’s just enjoy the moment.” I could see him searching my face for any sign of uncertainty, but there was none.
And just like that, he leaned in and kissed me, slowly and passionately. His lips felt so good, I swear they ignited every nerve in my body. I reached up and caressed the back of his head and pulled him in even closer, motivating him to kiss me harder. I could feel his hands searching my body, first at my neck, then down to my shoulders, where he slid off my dress, exposing my breasts. I could feel my pussy begin to throb faster and faster as he squeezed my dark brown nipples between his fingers, first one nipple, then both at the same time. He then traded his fingers for his mouth, taking his tongue and flicking it across my nipples and biting them gently. At this point I wanted him inside me so bad I could hardly stand it, but I knew Vincent, and he wouldn’t penetrate me until he did what he does best. He must have been reading my mind, because the next thing I knew I was feeling his fingers massaging and tugging gently at my clit, preparing for what I knew would come next. Vincent then turned me around so I was sitting upright with my back against the seat, and kneeled down in front of me on the floor of the limo. He was still sucking on my nipples as he raised the bottom of my gown, exposing my pussy completely. He looked at me with those eyes of his and gave me a sly wink, and then lowered his head between my legs. I swear, I think I started cumming from the first flick of his tongue, the feeling was so intense. He alternated between licking and sucking gently on my clit, while sticking one, then two fingers inside me. This man knew my body so well, he knew what I liked, and what drove me crazy, and he always made sure he did it. I must’ve cum two or three times before I had to stop him, just so I could catch my breath. I could see him giving me that cocky smirk he always gave when he thought he’d had me beat, but oh, no . . . I was going to make sure he remembered who he was dealing with.
So I looked him dead in his eye and said, “Oh, so you think you’re bad, huh, Mr. Jones? Well, trust and believe, you’re nowhere near as bad as me.”
Vincent raised his eyebrow, and replied, “Oh, really? Well, show me just how bad you are, Ms. Bradley.”
I smiled and told him to lie back, and I would. He followed my directions eagerly because a brotha knew I would not disappoint. When I first pulled out his dick, I couldn’t help but smile at it because it was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen. It was thick, and about nine inches; simply perfect. I took it in my hands and massaged it gently, and then swirled my tongue around the head, taking it into my mouth deeper and deeper. I could feel his body reacting to the sheer pleasure he was experiencing, and it only motivated me even more. I took every inch of him into my throat until his dick seemed to disappear, and then would pull back until my mouth was only covering the head. I did this repeatedly because it drove him crazy. I could feel his body tensing, so he was about to climax, which made me speed up my pace. I applied a little more pressure with my mouth, and that did it. Vincent convulsed slightly, and I felt him release his warm liquid into the back of my throat. Vincent tasted wonderful, I was so glad he took care of himself, and ate healthy. You can tell a lot about a man’s diet by the way his semen tastes.
Now that I had done my duty properly, I looked up at Vincent and had to ask, “Now, who’s the baddest?”
He looked back at me, and replied breathlessly, “You . . . definitely! . . . Damn, girl, I need a minute. . . .”
“Well, that’s all you have.” I looked at my watch. “Our time is very limited.”
“Very true, so I’d guess I’d better get to work then.”