CHAPTER 1

I walked in the Mansion Throwing my heels on the floor yelling, “Myrtle, You can go home now. Thanks For cleaning.” The maid said thank you and began to walk out the door. Safaree closed the door behind her, and walked behind me into the bedroom.  As tired as I was, I begin taking off my clothes. Safaree threw me on the bed laying on top of me asking, “You Too tired for this?” I didn’t know how to respond. I was tired and my feet felt like I had been walking on spikes.

“Stop!” I said in an unsure tone. He started to kiss me and I just couldn’t resist his lips. They were as big as day, and soft as shit.  “Stop,” I repeated, getting quieter every time. I had nothing on but a Braw and a Thong and the hormones and juices were flowing. He sat up while he took off his shirt revealing his abs. after that I didn’t really think I had a choice anymore. I sat back silent while I let him do his thing. His hand smoothed down my body as it made its way into my thong. He began to stick two fingers inside of me making me twitch and my eyes get bold so I said, “Wait, wait. Let me go get ready in the bathroom while you take off your stuff and get in the bed.” He shook his head, and gave me one last kiss before I walked off. I walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, wiping my makeup off. Opening the bathroom door to leave, Safaree was butt naked facing away from me to the bed. His ass was nice and round, so I walked up to him and squeezed it making him jump. He climbed in the bed smiling, and I followed after him. As I lay on my back, He got on top of me and began to kiss me. And when I least expected it, He stuck it in. At first it was a bit overwhelming, but it went from “Oh my gosh, what is that?” to “oh my gosh, Safaree YES!” The temperature of the house began to go from 70 to 110 degrees. He put his face in my boobs and began to nibble. The way he held me made me call him daddy. The way he picked me up when I needed a lift made me call him daddy. What was taking place with the pushing, lifting, sweating, nibbling, and moaning wasn’t ‘Fucking’; this was ‘Making Love’!   

Waking up from the heat of my room, I looked over at Safaree. He was sleeping like a baby, and I didn’t blame him. The things he did to me last night made me wonder if he was even human. The way he picked me up and kept lifting me up and down like I was 3 pound weights. The Sensations I felt last night were the best I had ever experienced. I mean, What else could be better? I threw the covers off of me onto SB, climbing out the bed with only a bra and thong on. It was still dark outside, due to that it was only 3 A.M. I walked in the kitchen, and poured me a glass of water. After drinking the water, I started walking back to the room.  Walking back into the room making noise with the duck feet I do have, Safaree asked with his eyes half closed, “Who is that?”

“Who you think?” I answered, climbing back on the bed pulling the covers over me. I got closer, and rapped my hands around him kissing his neck.

“Sierra,” he snickered, answering my question.

“Who?” I asked, sitting up in the bed staring at him with an ‘I’m about to kill you face’. “Who the fuck is a Sierra? Don’t play with me!” He tried to hold my hand, but I pulled away. He looked in my eyes and said, “Boo, I was just playing. You know you the one and only!” I laid back down ignoring him and turned the opposite way. “Nic, we had a dope night; don’t fuck it up with one of those attitudes again,” he exclaimed, laying his hand on my arm.

I turned around and yelled, “What the fuck you mean? I’m supposed to just hear that and laugh: ‘a He he he’? That shit isn’t funny man!”

“Nic, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry,” he apologized kissing my cheek. Ignoring him I turned back around and began to fall asleep with anger engraved in my heart.