Neela Suryavanshi couldn’t believe she had ridden the New York City subway all the way to the damn South Bronx before someone finally noticed what she was wearing. And now she felt their eyes all over her young, tight body as she climbed the stairs out of the 161st Street station.
She was beginning to second-guess her decision that morning.
The teenaged boys who had followed her off the D train were taking their sweet fucking time behind her, snickering and trying to catch a glimpse up her short skirt.
Shit–did one of them have his phone out?
It felt like she was being catalogued and mentally stored away for future nefarious deeds in dark bedrooms.
Neela’s face flushed with an immediate sense of shame, but tinged with a naughty sense of excitement from being desired. Her legs trembled as she held the hem of the cute little black skirt closer to her thighs and exited out into the humidity of a mid-July morning in the city.
One of the idiots snickered when she almost tripped over her right heel on the last step, forcing her to let go of her skirt and grab the handrail in desperation.
“Careful, ma,” the voice came from behind.
Her ears hot, Neela ignored the comment and quickened ahead. A dark blue car honked briefly as she tip-tapped her heels across the cobbled street to where the safety of the city park awaited beyond, silently praying that those annoying fuccbois would not follow her.
“Come back,” one of them pleaded, pitching his voice high like a child’s.
“Yeah, you … you’re breaking my heaaaaart!” Another one yelled.
Hands pressed against her short black skirt again, Neela kept her eyes resolutely ahead as she crossed over to the opposite corner.
She was glad when the sound of the boys’ catcalling diminished behind her with every step, and not for the first time that morning Neela questioned just what the fuck she thought she was doing. Here, in the Bronx of all places. And dressed like this?
A furtive glance at the tinted window of a Dodge Charger parked nearby reflected the image those boys had been salivating over.
She tried not to make it obvious that she was checking herself out, but damn if she didn’t present quite the fetching figure. Not bad, Miss Neela. No wonder you’re getting so many looks!
Though, truth be told, she imagined that it was Billy noticing her.
Mmmmm … the thought was a nice one. His gaze roaming up and down her petite 5’4 physique, eyes wide with lust as they devoured every sultry inch of her. Watching her reflection, Neela twisted sveltely to the side.
I mean, who could resist all this?
She crossed her arms and caressed them with her fingertips as she tried to make her boobs look bigger beneath the tight, barely there fabric of her top. She had blown her hair out the previous afternoon, and the way her mocha brown skin tone contrasted with the off-white halter she wore was sure to get even that numbskull’s attention.
And to complete the allure, she had added a pair of crimson Madden Girl 4-inch heeled caged sandals to her feet–which went great with the sinful shade of “Diva” burgundy on her lips from MAC.
The effect the total look presented in the car window was perfect! Neela smiled at the reaction she was sure to get from her unwitting bae-to-be.
Damn girl, her internal critic exclaimed. You’re a bad, bad bitch. I’d do you!
And that was the plan. It was why she’d left so early in the morning to make the long ninety-minute subway ride all the way from Brooklyn to the Bronx in order to hang out at her crush’s place.
Why she had lied to her mom saying that she was on her way to the library to get a head start on her senior thesis for the fall semester at college.
Why she carried her sleek, periwinkle Michael Kors tote on one shoulder, which was supposed to contain her laptop and books, but in actuality had: her makeup kit and accessories, lotion, the clothing she had changed out of in the subway’s restroom at Cortelyou Rd, and fresh panties.
For in case things got really hot and steamy later that day.
Shit, Billy better pick up the signals she was sending him this time.
Neela realized her reflection in the car window had been pouting back at her. Oh no, that would not do. She smiled and uncrossed her arms, gave her image one last once-over for good measure, then spun around.
An older black man dressed in a suit and tie on his way to work snapped his eyes forward, pretending he hadn’t just been checking her out.
Neela’s stomach quivered a little, but she calmed her nerves and tried to bask in the attention she was receiving.
Wow, was she really that bad bitch today? The kind who men followed with their eyes down the street, and other girls talked shit about?
Up the block from the park, two furniture delivery guys on the sidewalk were also looking her way. One smiled and gave her a knowing nod.
Well, that answered that question.
Good! Then she knew she had done well. Neela had the grace to blush when the moving guy whistled appreciatively, quickly averting her eyes but holding her head up as she walked nonchalantly into the park. Yes, gentlemen: here was a woman in charge of her body, who knew what she wanted in life.
Hah! A likely charade. But at least there was one thing she knew for sure she wanted on this fine summer day. And that was for one William Rodriguez to take her in his arms and make deep, passionate, eye-crossing, toe curling, sweet love to her. All. Day. Long.
And maybe even a little part into the night.
If only he would make the first move. That’s what Neela was counting on, and with just a little added incentive thrown in by hers truly.
And with how she was looking? There was no way it wouldn’t be obvious even to him. Should all go according to her design, Neela hoped they’d be taking their friendship to another level soon.
Would this be the day it finally happened? she wondered. God only knew she was so hard up for it.
It had been almost the better part of a year since she’d last gotten any. And surely Billy wasn’t a virgin. No, he had been known to have a few girlfriends on campus before she met him. No doubt he knew more about what to do between the sheets than she did.
Neela, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as experienced as she sometimes let on.
There had been opportunities for her to test the waters with Billy before now, sure. Although, those had been mostly in public settings, not exactly designed for getting it on.
Neela had wanted to hook up with him many times in the four months since their becoming friends last semester. She thought hanging out with him and his friends at the campus’s Quad, or watching movies alone in the dark back at his place, or laughing at his sometimes silly jokes, or playing Xbox with him, or pretending to accept his obsession of all things Star Trek … surely by now he had to know she was into him?
How dense could a twenty-one year old human male be?
Neela checked her phone. Great, still no response. She quickly tapped on the message icon and brought up their last text exchange:
Billy: “hey neels … u still popn thru?”
Neela: “Getting ready to head over now”
Billy: “coo jus txt when u almost here”
Neela: “K. The guys aren’t going to be there, right? You promised!”
Neela: “You there, Billy? I’m on the D train now, two stops from the
Bronx. You better let me in when I ring the buzzer, ok?”
Neela absolutely detested his illiterate texting style. It was a damn good thing he was so cute! But her last text was over ten minutes ago, and he still hadn’t responded. Was he ignoring her? Did something happen?
Neela sucked her teeth. His dumb ass was probably caught up in some online multiplayer frag fest, too busy digitally murdering other pathetic homebodies on the other side of the planet to check his phone.
Neela smiled to herself. Well, that’s all going to stop when Miss Thang walks through the door. Just you wait!
Billy’s place was only a five minute walk from the park, but already Neela’s feet were sore and throbbing. Oh, why didn’t she keep the heels in her bag until after she was already at his apartment? She guessed her mind really was on other things that morning.
That boy better be home, she thought
Neela had been to his block a couple of times before, but that had always been with Billy at her side. She’d never come to this part of the city on her own. And definitely never dressed like this!
If her mother only knew where she was now, especially why she was here–Neela quickly put the thought out of her head. Some things were better left unimagined. Still, she felt not a little nervous about being here in the big, bad, dirty South Bronx all the same.
She was a Brooklyn girl through and through, and nice Brooklyn girls–especially Indian Brooklyn girls–didn’t travel to the Bronx.
They do if they’re after that D, Miss Thang!
Neela had to laugh at her inner bitch for that thought.
Oh, why was she feeling so naughty today? But she was reassured by the bright sunshine that morning, making her more confident in her plan.
The street Billy lived on was a little on the rough side, but otherwise not very different from similar ones where she lived. Except on this particular street there were no other Trinidadian parents like her own, sticking their heads out of windows to keep watch of every move she might make.
If her father got word from one of the neighbors that his little girl was–
Oh stop that, now! Don’t think about them. Remember your mission, girl.
At this time of morning, not many people seemed to be passing through the vicinity of the seven-story tenement where Billy lived. Those who worked day jobs were probably already on their merry ways to the offices, shops, and warehouses downtown.
Which was great for Neela. It meant fewer pairs of eyes were there to watch her approach Billy’s building looking like a girl who had traveled across the city just to get smashed.
None, save for one pair actually.
They belonged to a man sitting alone on the garden railing just outside the building.
A tall, clean-shaven, handsome Latino guy in his late 20s, wearing a plain black tank top and khaki trousers. He had the same golden-dark skin tone as Billy, but that’s where the likeness ended.
Whereas her college buddy was lanky and nerdy-looking like a Dominican Timothée Chalamet, this guy had a filled-out, grown man’s body–solid and dangerous!
Dark blue tattoos of intricate geometric patterns crisscrossed the corded steel muscles of his left forearm and bicep, while a scene from what looked like Dante’s Inferno slid across the right shoulder and disappeared beneath his shirt.
Neela’s eyes quickly continued their exploration, following the flat curve of his broad chest, tantalizingly hard under the cotton fabric of the tank top. He resembled some bronzed fitness model out of a Men’s Health magazine–and he was staring right at her.
Oh, damn.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as she shyly tried to avoid the man’s gaze and continue toward the building’s front doors, but his brown eyes pierced her in questing, direct assessment, stopping her in her tracks. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he looked her up and down with no attempt to mask his interest.
“You lost, miss?”
She saw his mouth move, and heard the words … but his wondrous eyes danced down her exposed belly, down her short skirt, and then up her bared thighs, which were parted ever so slightly as she stood pinned to the concrete in mid stride.
A spot below her stomach curled deliciously tight at his inspection, and for a second her tongue almost forgot the words of the language for which it was accustomed to speaking.
“Uh … n-no?” she stammered, her voice sounding too high like a frightened school girl’s.
In a single, fluid movement the man left the rail and came toward her. Suddenly she was a frightened girl. One feeling totally out of her depth. But he smiled wide as he approached with his hand out, and Neela was shocked to discover that in addition to possessing a godlike physique, this tall stranger also had dimples.
Oh come on, now! her inner voice shouted in disbelief.
“Please say you’re looking for me,” he replied with a rueful laugh. He took her hand in his, but instead of shaking it he leaned forward and brushed the top with soft, surprisingly delicate lips.
When he straightened, it was with an inquisitive glint in those amazing brown eyes. “I’m Rolando,” he said. “What’s your name, mami?”
Neela almost wilted under his stare. She was suddenly very aware that this gorgeous man she didn’t even know was still holding her hand. It felt tiny in his much larger, callused grip.
“I’m Neela,” she replied, with a little laugh of her own. “Did you just call me ‘mami’?”
Rolando shrugged.
“Oye! It seems to fit. You’re like a sexy little mami walking down the street. You don’t even look like you’re from ’round here.” He leaned back while still holding her hand, and made a show of checking her out again.
“And trust me … I think I would remember someone who looked like you.”
Neela’s legs went weak, but she rolled her eyes to mask how flustered she felt.
“Oh, please,” she feigned. “Does that line really work? And–I’ll take my hand back, thank you very much!” She broke his grasp with a shake of her wrist, but he seemed to willingly relinquish control at the same time.
“Ouch,” he said, brows knit in mock reproach. “That’s not very polite, Miss Neela. A guy’s just trying to say hello to a beautiful young lady.”
Neela folded her arms and twisted one leg behind the other, rather coquettishly.
Oh my god, girl, her inner goody two-shoes voice reproached. Are you actually flirting with this man?
“Okay, Rolando–if that’s even your real name,” she laughed and motioned with her chin at the building they stood before. “Do you live here?”
“I do.” He stared at her again. The smile was still on his lips, but his eyes were all 50 Shades of Criminal Intent right now, suddenly making Neela very warm in her barely there skirt and skin-tight crop top.
“Oh, so do you know Billy, then? Uh … Will Rodriguez?”
Rolando’s eyes narrowed. “Not, really. No. Is that who you’re here to see, Miss Neela? You’re visiting your man?”
She rubbed her bared arms to give her hands something to do. “Billy and I are friends, from college. And it’s just ‘Neela,’ by the way.”
The man nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, I see,” he said in a tone as if he did not believe her. “But school’s out for the summer, no?”
Shit, Neela berated herself. She realized what the situation must look like to this neighborhood Lothario calling himself “Rolando.”
Dressed as she was, on a block she did not live on, clearly not from anywhere around here. It’s probably written all over her face. He must think she’s the biggest slut from Brooklyn here to spread her legs and get laid. No wonder he was staring and smiling at her so much!
Neela blushed.
“Well, a-actually …” she stammered, but Rolando tapped her shoulder and shook his head.
“Yo, it’s cool,” he laughed. “I’m just playing with you. Didn’t mean to come off like the NSA or anything.” He shook his head and held out his hand, gesturing toward the entrance to the building as if he were a doorman at a hotel.
“Forgive my nosiness, mami. Oh, I mean–Neela! I’m sure your … friend, Billy, will be very happy to see you. Please, allow me.”
Neela took the lead, passing through as he held open the front door. Inside the small vestibule she paused, frowning at the intercom unit recessed into the wall. Her previous times here, Billy had simply bypassed the whole thing with his key fob. But now she felt at a loss for what to do next.
It was some fancy, modern upgrade that required you to look up the tenant’s name first before it displayed the apartment and call number on the screen. She felt flustered and disoriented, with the problem being two-fold:
One, she couldn’t remember the last name of Billy’s roommate, Kerwin, who was the actual registered lease holder on the apartment.
And, two; the close proximity of Rolando, who stood just behind her as she fumbled with the device’s keypad.
Neela sensed him there, could all but feel his eyes once again roaming up and down her body as she leaned forward to get a better glimpse of the dull neon green LCD display. She was all too aware of his scent, also–a heady mix of some nice cologne and an undercurrent of sweat, testosterone, and his unmistakable maleness. Which proved quite intoxicating in the tight confines of the small space.
A sinful heat spread to her thighs.
“You don’t remember your boyfriend’s apartment number?”
It was at that moment she finally saw the name of Billy’s roommate and the corresponding code. Jackson. Kerwin Jackson, that was it!
“I told you, he’s not my boyfriend,” Neela replied tartly over her shoulder, and dialed the number on the intercom.
It began to ring.
“Does that line really work?” Rolando asked, throwing her earlier retort right back at her. There was a tinge of humor in his tone. “Whatever. You. Say. Mami.”
Neela sucked her teeth and spun around, flustered. She speared him a direct look, which he took innocently standing there, waiting. And smiling. Dimples and all.
God, he’s so hot!
“You know, I wish he were my boyfriend,” she said, crossly. “Then maybe you’d think twice about flirting and checking me out when you think I’m not noticing.”
Rolando had his tattooed arms crossed, and he stared at her in the way a man does when he knows exactly what he wants.
“You think I don’t know that you know I’m looking at you, baby girl?” A rueful shake of his head. “Trust me, if I want to flirt with you I’ll flirt with you. Man or no man.”
Well, damn!
Neela’s stomach did flip-flops, and the warmth between her thighs intensified. She became keenly aware that it was just the two of them in the vestibule, and that there was nothing to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her in that confined space.
The air felt tangible between them. Building with kinetic energy and silent tension, punctuated only by the loud, melodic five-second burst of ringing from the intercom.
Come on, Billy. Pick up and buzz me in!
“I don’t think your friend is home,” Rolando said between ringtones, continuing to stare at her with those deep, mysterious brown eyes of his.
Abruptly, the ringing from the intercom stopped. Neela thought it must be on a time limit. She reluctantly broke her gaze from the gorgeous man making eye sex with her to check her phone. Sure enough, there were three text notifications from Billy.
Billy: “yo neels had to bounce”
Billy: “forgot I need to help my bro move his shit today”
Billy: “be back home in like two hours … can you hang out for a bit?”
Shit, Neela thought, feeling utterly humiliated and taken advantage of. What the fuck, Billy?
“Are you okay?” Rolando said, touching her on the shoulder.
Neela inwardly shivered at the contact, glancing up to meet those same brown eyes again. He was even closer to her now than before, and his crazy masculine scent was killing her.
“Yeeeahh,” she replied shyly. “Billy’s not home. Apparently I have a few hours to kill before he comes back.”
Rolando nodded as if he had suspected as much.
“You can do a lot better than some pendejo who would stand up a beautiful woman like you, mami. Just saying.” He shrugged and reached into his pocket, pulling out his own key fob.
“Come, I’ll let you in.”
Neela’s heart beat rapidly in her chest, the sound all but deafening in the new silence of the vestibule.
“Okay,” she said, feeling the heat spread outward from her thighs. Billy was quickly becoming the least important thing on her mind.
“Do you think it’s okay if I wait here in the lobby?”
Rolando opened the second door into the building, paused, and reached to place a hand at the small of her back.
“No it won’t be okay, mami” he said humorously, guiding her through the opening and into a nondescript, wide open space with not much in the way of décor. “As you can see, there’s nowhere to sit.”
“But you can wait for him at my place if you’d like.”
* * * * *
They stopped in front of a door that was not to Billy’s apartment. His place was on the fourth floor, and Rolando had led Neela to a unit on the second floor–clear on the other side of the building.
From the lobby, he had motioned for her to walk ahead of him and up the nearby stairs. Neela, keenly aware of his presence behind her, simply did as this beautiful, dark-haired Latin man wanted of her.
As she climbed the double flights of steps to the next landing, she had endured the feeling of eyes roaming all over her ass once more. Like with those fool boys back at the subway station.
Except, this time, Neela had wanted those eyes on her.
She’d imagined Rolando’s appraising gaze wandering up her slim legs, up farther past the space between her thighs; perhaps, even, a glimpse of her bare cheeks and the Valentine-red thong she wore under her ridiculously short skirt.
Neela hadn’t believed her own audacity as she had taken her sweet time going up those steps, but she did relish in Rolando’s attention.
Go to hell, Billy, she had thought. Intrigued, instead, by this other man leading her to god knew what plan he had in mind for her.
And now, here they were at his apartment. Rolando slid his key into the door, but paused to look at her.
“You can come inside,” he said, “while you wait for your boyfriend to return.”
He watched her intently as he deftly unlocked the door to his apartment without glancing down.
“I told you already, he’s not–”
Suddenly Neela found her back pressed against the hallway wall outside Rolando’s door, his body leaning hard into hers as he kissed her warmly on the lips.
She was so taken aback by the sudden movement that his tongue was already opening her mouth before she thought to protest. Neela wiggled free, but Rolando grabbed her face with both hands and began kissing her anew. Slowly this time, passionately; as if taking care not to scare her again.
Several kisses at once–more like light, questing brushes across her lips. His eyes connected with hers, a twinkle in them as though they were long time lovers who already knew each other intimately.
His breath was cool and minty, and oh so sweet. And his hands — oh his hands! Rolando’s grip was rough, yet gentle; a contradiction making Neela weak at the knees. He absently caressed her cheek with one as they kissed some more, and combed her hair behind an ear with the other.
Neela wilted against his need, felt his strong, hard body push eagerly against hers. Wanting her. Before she quite knew what she was doing, she responded automatically with passion of her own.
Her mouth opened and allowed his tongue to enter. She moaned as the magic of their entwined desires overwhelmed her … but then, just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away, breaking the spell.
“No,” Rolando said, stepping away from her toward the door to his place. He shook his head. “No … he’s not your boyfriend. What you need, mami, is a man.”
“W-wha…?”
Neela’s head swam, her eyes slowly coming to focus on the tall, dangerously handsome man standing before her. He was smiling mischievously now, eyes twinkling once more, and pushed the door to his apartment open. He paused in the doorway and motioned with a quick nod for her to follow.
“You heard me, beautiful,” he continued. “And you know what I mean. Now, I’m not going to force you to come inside with me. You have to step over this threshold of your own free will if you wish to continue our … conversation.”
Neela looked away, reeling from being called beautiful by this god among men.
“Why? Are you a vampire, Rolando?” she asked, looking back at him shyly.
He laughed aloud at that, clearly surprised by her response.
“Good one, querida.” He smiled, flashing those wonderful white teeth again.
“I like a girl with wit to go with her curves. But, no, I think you have that the other way around. You would be the vampire in this case. I’m no blood sucker, although I do have dark appetites.”
Oh, dear god girl! This man will do bad things to you!
“So,” he continued, “you can stand out here in the hall all morning if you want, waiting for that little estúpido friend of yours to come home. Or…”
“Or?” Neela asked hopefully, more boldly meeting his gaze.
But she already knew the implication of what he left hanging, the request not spoken. Her stomach tightened with that knowledge, the heat between her thighs growing warmer at the sight of him watching her.
Rolando raised an eyebrow and smiled with those dimples again.
“Exactly, mami.”
He stood there holding the door open, expectantly. His eyes seemed to ask her to make a decision. And once she did, if she entered his apartment … any will she had to resist him would evaporate like dry ice in the humid summer heat of the hallway.
It took Neela only the skip of a heartbeat to decide what she wanted.
* * * * *
She had barely stepped into his apartment when Rolando pressed her hard against the door with his full weight, slamming it shut behind them.
Neela gasped in surprise, but his mouth was all over hers, cutting off any sound she could make. Instead she heard herself moan as he kissed her hurriedly on her lips, her cheek … down to the spot where her jaw and neck met right below her ear. She continued to moan as sinful shivers ran up her body from her toes, to curl around the hardening nipples of her breasts, and back down to the warm center between her legs.
His arms wrapped strongly around her waist and pulled her in closer, tighter, until she could feel every hard inch of his need desperately pressing into her.
“Wait, wait, wait …” she whispered in his ear as he lifted her off her feet in his hungry embrace. “Not like this — not like this!”
“Mamita,” he growled huskily. “You are not in control here. You’re all mine now.”
He grabbed hold of her ass and lifted her easily, pinning her securely to the door. As if on reflex, Neela’s legs wrapped around his waist and suddenly she felt his hardening cock pressed firmly against her clit. She almost lost it there as twin spirals of pleasure shot outward through her arching body.
He grunted and thrusted against her like an animal tearing into its prey, lost in the frenzy of his lust.
“Please, Rolando … slow down. I need–” she gasped as the head of his penis rubbed eagerly through his pants up and down her slit. The thong she wore was soaking wet now, and it cut into the folds of her vulva with the eagerness of his want.
“Oh my god, let–let me just catch my breath!”
Rolando kissed her on the neck again, then on her ear, pulling at the lobe with his teeth. At first he seemed not to have heard her, and Neela wondered briefly if she cared at all whether he actually stopped.
But, with a groan of regret, he let up the pressure and allowed her to regain her feet.
“Oh … kay,” he said slowly, as if fighting to keep control of himself. He took a step back and appraised her. A smiled spread across his mouth, now dark red with her lipstick.
“Damn, girl. You’re just so hot–and you smell good! Coño, you have me wanting to bite you all over!”
Neela was a rush of emotions; daring excitement and danger mixed with overwhelming desire. Every part of her screamed for more of this man.
And she was pleased to see the same feelings mirrored in the way he looked at her now, seeing her like no man had ever done before. Certainly not Billy, that was for certain. But while she was no virgin, Neela wanted to make sure she was not sending the wrong signals here.
At the very least, that she was not that type of girl.
The one who would spread her legs at the drop of a hat for just any guy. Even one as gorgeous as the one standing before her, who knew he was wanted.
Damn! She really did want him, though.
“See, I was right,” Neela teased with a smile, emboldened as she stepped toward him. She pressed an index finger against his hard, broad chest and pushed lightly. “You are a vampire.”
Rolando stumbled back half a step, his smile wavering slightly from surprise.
“You like to bite necks,” she explained as she pushed harder against his chest with the palm of her hand.
Rolando backed farther into the apartment. Book shelves lined one side of the small foyer, and a workout bench with free weights stood in a corner.
Hmmm, Neela thought, her good-girl side pleased by the sight. This man is smart and buff. What a winning combo!
She followed him deeper into the apartment, knowing it was crazy what she had on her mind. But she really didn’t care anymore. The brief taste she had of him had her craving more. So much more!
They were in his living room now, and Neela pressed her hand to his chest once again. She enjoyed the turn this sudden resolve of hers was taking, and decided to simply go with it. Her body sang with endorphins and anticipation, a dizzying mix.
She leaned in close as if to go for a kiss, but just as he took her bait Neela giggled and moved away at the last moment. She wiggled a finger in his face, smiling mischievously.
“Nah-ah, boy. See … you were wrong. I am in control here.”
Rolando laughed. “Oh really, mami? That’s how it’s going to be, is it?”
He faked a menacing look and lunged forward with arms wide, as if to grab her in a big bear hug. But Neela stepped back and held her hand out once again as his body stopped against her palm, shivering inwardly as she felt the hard pec muscles beneath his cotton tank top.
“Cool your hormones, bruh,” she laughed. This was getting good! “You’ll have your chance to … play it your way. But not yet!”
And with that she shoved him back again, this time with all her force.
Rolando stumbled backward to land hard on the couch pressed up against one wall of the living room, a look of astonishment on his face. But still, that smile. And those dimples!
Neela was feeling all sorts of naughty right now, and the way he looked at her only emboldened her even more to embrace her bad bitch side.
So she rolled with it.
“Take off that shirt,” she demanded, looking down at him as she fully embraced this new turn. Rolando stared up at her, then smiled mischievously.
“Oh … kaaay, mami. Whatever you say.”
He grabbed the bottom of the black tank and, with a practiced flip of his wrists, pulled it over his head, throwing it to the side.
His muscled chest gleamed in the dull morning light streaming through the apartment’s windows, revealing the continuation of that deep-blue Dante’s Inferno tat across his bronzed canvas.
Neela craved to run her hands all over that wonderfully broad surface, tracing the artwork with her fingertips. But that would have to come later, for she had more immediate desires.
The man reached for her, and once again she giggled and stepped out of his reach.
“No,” she repeated. “I told you… not yet!” She raised a finger, forcing him to stop and give his undivided attention. His intelligent, soft brown eyes watched her. A glint in them, anticipating what was to come next. Waiting.
“Watch me,” Neela whispered.
Swaying her hips slowly from side to side as she hummed a tune only she could hear, she mirrored Rolando’s movements from a moment earlier and slid the knit halter top smoothly over her head, revealing a white lace bra beneath.
His eyes grew wide at the sight, muttering something sexy sounding in Spanish. Neela bit her lower lip as their eyes locked, her hands roamed freely over her torso allowing her fingertips to trace light outlines around her small, perky breasts.
“Un-uh,” she sang. “You can’t have these yet, mister Vampire.”
Rolando groaned and leaned back into the couch, defeated. But his eyes never left her. She could tell he was intrigued. Ha!–more than intrigued, she thought, noticing the growing bulge within his tan-colored trousers.
If that was the promise of what he was packing, wow! Neela knew she was going to be in for special treat. Her mouth salivated just at the thought of it.
And it seemed her Latin seducer knew it. He followed the line of sight from her eyes, and cocked a winsome smile.
“You want I should let you see, baby?”
She shook her head. “Do nothing, you. Until I say so. Watch!”
What was she doing? Every part of her yearned for this man. Wanted nothing more than to have his hands–and mouth–all over her. To feel those hard, massive muscles rubbing against her skin as he wrapped his arms possessively around her petite frame and forced her to his wants.
But… she needed this. To be in control, if only for a little while longer. To be seen to be in control, and to be desired all the while.
“Keep your eyes on the prize, baby,” she said with another giggle.
He shook his head and sighed, frustrated; clearly holding himself back from taking her right then and there.
“Show me,” he said instead, and watched her.
Neela continued to move her hips rhythmically, still humming to the song in her head as she slid manicured fingertips along the waist of her skirt and unfastened the button deftly with quick movements.
She licked her lips slowly for him and grinned, allowing the swaying momentum of her body to drop the skirt to the floor like a descending veil.
With a dainty hop she stepped out of the pile and performed a neat pirouette, allowing him to see a brief glimpse of her petite, round ass … and a strip of the thong she wore disappearing between perfectly tight cheeks. She still wore her crimson heels.
When their eyes met again, Neela was pleased to see the effect her maneuver had scored on the man.
The bulge had become a mountain!
“Oh my,” she gasped, feigning surprise behind the fanning of a hand to her lips. “It seems the other man in the room is now wide awake, Mr. Vampire, sir.”
He growled, leaning forward. “It’s Rolando, baby–or papi. Whichever you prefer. No more of that ‘vampire’ joke, ok?”
Papi? Neela wondered, sounding it out in her head. Hmmm, I might be able to work with that. Kinky sexy!
But aloud she replied: “Just undo those pants now, mister. And maybe I’ll come over there to help you out with your… growing problem.” She gestured at his crotch, giggling some more.
Rolando readily obeyed this command, and now it was her turn to watch.
Standing in just her bra and thong, Neela continued to slide her hands over her own lithe body and move her hips seductively for him. All the while eager to see what he himself would look like mostly naked.
The man’s eyes watched closely for her reaction as his hands worked quickly to unbutton his belt and trousers. He leaned back into the couch and slid them down below his waist and squared hips, revealing black boxer briefs which clung tightly to well-sculpted thighs.
“Mmmm–no, wait!” she blurted just as he attempted to remove his underwear. She tip-toed toward him as his hands hovered in mid-action, a mischievous smile on her lips now.
“Allow me … papi.”
Rolando grinned, spreading his hands wide apart in acquiescence and leaning back into the couch once more. Neela knelt before him and tugged his pants the rest of the way off.
Leaning forward between his thighs, she shyly glanced up at this Latin god among men, loving the play of sunlight upon the swirl of dark ink across his muscles. But eventually her eyes wandered south, settling upon that great peak of his huge mound entombed within the flimsy cotton prison of those boxer briefs.
“Let me help with that,” she offered, and pulled back the waistband.
Freed from its cage, his semi-engorged member folded outward against the back of her hand, warm and maddeningly tender to the touch. It writhed in the open air like a prehensile limb covered in rough, bulging veins — and growing larger before her eyes!
Neela swallowed hard at the sight.
“Wow!” she sighed, and immediately felt silly for sounding like such an inexperienced twenty year old. Face red, she was about to back away when Rolando reached down and grasped her chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger.
“Go gentle, baby,” he said sweetly, then leaned back expectantly as if waiting to enjoy what was coming next.
The trust in such a simple gesture emboldened her, and reminded Neela that she was indeed madly in lust for this man!
Unleash your bad bitch, girl!
Thus resolved, she grasped his now fully hardened member and marveled at the sheer girth of it in her tiny hand.
Dude was thick!
Neela’s excitement quickened as she rubbed her hand up and down his wide shaft, eyes filled with wonder.
“Damn,” she exclaimed, as if it were the first time she had ever held a man’s cock before.
And what a beautiful, huge thing it was. Cut and sharply ridged, just like in the porn clips she watched on her tablet when her parents thought she was in her room studying.
The men in those were always so big! Bigger than any guy she’d ever been with, or hoped to be with. And Neela had definitely hoped, but never did she ever dream she’d get the chance to find out.
Until now.
“Mmmm, baby girl …go ahead. Why don’t you give it a little kiss with that pretty mouth of yours?”
She found Rolando watching her expectantly, his dark Latin features so alluring in the shadowy light. So Neela did only what any true bad bitch would do.
“Ahhh…” he sighed as she took the round, glistening head of his beautiful cock in her mouth. She tongued his ridge lightly, enjoying the springy texture of it, before swallowing him whole.
Rolando’s soft breathing turned into a shuddering groan. His hands found her hair, grabbing hold desperately and threading his fingers through her long, thick tresses while exerting a gentle pressure on the back of her head. Guiding, anticipating … almost pleading for her to take him deeper.
Neela grinned inwardly and grabbed the thick shaft with her hand, supporting her weight with the other planted firmly on his knee.
She spit and licked the tasty length of him, gliding her lips up and down his stiffening member with a slobbering sound she knew would drive him mad with desire. And Rolando’s moans deepened just as she expected.
He grunted heavily as she increased the tempo, taking him deep and long into her mouth. It felt so good to have his hands pulling hard on her hair as she continued to pleasure him. Good to have him completely at her mercy. She felt in charge of her womanhood. Her desires.
She felt … powerful.
Her pussy quivered, becoming even more wet at the thought of him taking her with the same huge cock that was currently sliding down her throat.
“I think I’d like to get on top now, mister” Neela said shyly after several minutes, coming up for air. “I wanna ride up and down your pole. Can I?”
Their eyes met, but she was unsure how to proceed. Her bad bitch powers only went so far. How could she let him know that she wanted a man to take over and call the shots? To wrest that control from her, and dominate her the way she so wished to be dominated?
She needn’t have worried, for it didn’t take long for that Latino masculinity to assert itself as she had hoped.
His eyes were dark, filled with wry mischief as Rolando leaned forward on the couch.
“You’re not done yet, mami,” he said. Well, more like commanded. “Finish what you started … but now my way!”
Her clit throbbed painfully.
“Yes, papi,” Neela replied dutifully, “whatever you want.” She didn’t know where the urge to be so submissive came from. Definitely her pussy talking, no doubt. And her pussy was one horny bitch! It full-on wanted his cock, and Neela knew she would do whatever Rolando asked in order to appease her.
His hands went down her back and found the clasp of her bra. His fingertips flew deftly to make quick work of it, and suddenly she found herself sitting on the back of her thighs with her small, round tits hanging bare for him to see.
Neela’s face grew warm from her exposure, but made no move to hide her breasts from this tall stranger.
Rolando hummed approval at the sight of them, cocking his head to get a better view.
“Not bad, girl. Can’t wait to taste them! But, first things first…”
His fingers had now found their way back into her hair, weaving urgently through her thick waves. Responding to his signal, she lowered her head: prepared to take his huge cock into her mouth once more.
But it was yanked back when he pulled her hair sharply, sending stinging needles through her scalp.
“No hands!” Rolando growled and grabbed her by the face, squeezing firmly until her lips parted. “Mouth only.”
He reached down and pulled out the leather belt from his discarded tan trousers on the floor, watching her closely. Neela’s inner thighs were so moist! He motioned for her to lean forward on her knees, and brought her hands behind her back.
Bending her arms at the elbows, he twisted the length of the belt around and around until her wrists were secured tight against each other.
Rolando pushed her back onto her knees and grabbed hold of his cock.
“You’ll take what I feed you, and not a single sound. Do you understand?”
Oh god! Neela trembled from the stern timbre of his words which seemed to vibrate through her chest, ’round her already perked nipples, and straight down to her clit.
“Yes, papi,” she acquiesced quickly, squirming a little as the thin strip of her thong cut deeply into her vulva again. Her heart quickened at the sight of his arousal growing more pronounced before her eyes.
“Good,” he said, nodding stern approval and pressing his manhood against her mouth. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Oh my god–yes! Feed me, master, she wanted to say, but then remembered her orders to remain silent. And Neela wanted to be a very good girl for this man; not a bad bitch anymore. To take what he offered her while at his every mercy.
Her mouth parted slightly in obeisance, and Rolando wasted no time thrusting his head between her lips.
Neela hadn’t expected the sudden movement, and nearly choked as he applied pressure to the back of her head and entered her mouth. She caught her breath, widening her lips to accommodate the shaft as he continued to feed his monstrous cock to her. Halfway down the length he paused and reversed, slowly pulling his manhood out until just the tip was resting on her lips once more.
Neela swallowed hard and gasped, amazed by how much saliva was now dripping off his glistening member.
Raising her eyes until they met his, she quickly opened wide and took him in again, this time swallowing farther down that impossibly thick shaft until she was nearly three-quarters of the way to the base.
She held it for as long as she could, massaging his hard, unyielding rod with her lips, moving all around the circumference while making quick sliding motions up and down with her head.
His body went rigid beside her as he let out a deep-throated moan of obvious pleasure. Rolando leaned back, clearly close to climax. All Neela wanted to do was run her hands across his hard abs, but of course she could not. She was at this man’s whim now, to serve at his pleasure.
And, besides–it seemed he was now ready to take things to the next level.
Neela yelped as he grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her to her feet. “Not yet,” he growled huskily into her ear. “I’m not coming yet. Not until I taste every inch of you first, girl.”
“Yes, sir. Please do. Taste me, eat me, fuck me. Have all of me!”
Neela no longer cared about the stupid vow of silence he had impossibly forced on her. She wanted to make so much noise! Loud enough to make the walls of Rolando’s tiny Bronx apartment shake with her rapture.
But her would-be Latin lover was still in charge. He spun her around and pressed his warm, sticky-wet cock against her back, placing his arms around her like corded steel wrapped in soft velvet.
In his embrace Neela’s bound hands grabbed desperately at his stomach, luxuriating in the feel of those rock-hard abs.
“I thought I told you to remain silent,” he hissed, humor in his mock-stern tone. He pulled at the strap binding her hands, releasing them all at once, to then reach around and cup her left breast in a rough, calloused squeeze.
Which felt absolutely delightful against Neela’s hard nipple!
She gripped Rolando’s hand to hold it in place, moaning softly, wanting him to do more. The belt still in his other hand, he slid it over her right breast and began squeezing it as well. The leather of the strap provided a stiff contrast against her nipple, and as he began to massage her small mounds with both hands, she lowered her ass eagerly against his waiting cock.
His thick, engorged head rubbed smoothly up the length of her slit across the thin fabric of her thong. Neela gasped and pressed harder against his embrace as the shock of his dick rubbing so close against her trembling clit made her almost buckle to her knees.
Rolando’s lips brushed against her ear while his fingers worked across her pointed nipples, kneading them roughly between his knuckles and making her cry out.
“You’re mine now, mami,” he let her know. “See if your fuccboi friend upstairs can do anything to stop me!”
She whimpered as his big hands worked to arouse her further. The leather of the belt bit into her nipple whenever his right hand shifted, sending mixed waves of pain with pleasure spiraling down to the space between her thighs.
His hard pecs pressed against her back, and she shivered from the sensation of the hair on his chest rubbing coarsely across her shoulders. Neela’s moans became louder as they stood embraced, softly rocking back and forth while their bodies slid against each other and he kissed her hungrily along her jawline.
“Mmmm,” he said thickly. “I want you now. Get over here…”
He guided them back to the couch and pushed her to her knees atop the cushions, face pressed into the backrest. She was at his complete mercy, ass raised high as he loomed over her, surveying what she presented.
“Enjoy the view, motherfucker,” she blurted while remaining still, feeling very naughty now. “This is how you get your rocks off, huh? Making a girl submit like this?”
She turned her face to him and wiggled her ass as if daring him, but Rolando’s hand pressed firmly down on the small of her back, making her go still once more. Her heart beat loudly in the ear that was still pressed to the back of the couch, anticipating what was coming next.
It seemed he got the game she wanted to play. And, perhaps, it was the game he had wanted to play all along.
Rolando only grunted, and with the flat of his hand upon her upper back, yanked down her thong with the other. The thin fabric bit into her thighs as he all but tore it away, exposing her ass to the cool air in the room.
“Mmmm,” he grunted again, approvingly. “So tight and round–and brown! Just begging for the lash, I see.”
Neela squirmed to break free, but had no recourse against the weight of his hand pinning her down.
Dear god, is this man actually going to whip me?
Despite the absurdity such an image conjured in her mind, her pussy quivered in anticipation.
“No, no. Please, sir–I’ll be good. Please!”
“Yes,” Rolando said, his hard cock brushing promisingly across her ass. “You will be a good girl… once I teach you to obey.”
He stood up, one hand still resting on the small of her back as he caressed one of her ass cheeks with the other. He gave it a firm pat and squeeze, the calloused roughness of his huge palm feeling amazing against her smooth skin.
Neela quivered inwardly at the image she must have presented. Here she was bent helpless over this man’s couch while he stood behind her with a huge erection and fondling her bare ass.
What would Billy think?
She couldn’t think of that right now. She knew it would hurt him deeply to find her like this, stark naked in another man’s apartment. But she didn’t give a fuck about his feelings anymore.
All Neela wanted right there, in that moment, was to be dominated and taken hard by this big, sexy man she’d only met that same morning.
Oh fuck, am I such a dirty slut? What’s wrong with me?
But before she could even answer herself, something slapped her sharp across the ass. She shrieked and twisted her head around as far back as her position would allow, just in time to catch Rolando bringing the belt down across her ass once more.
Whack!
The leather lashed across her other cheek. The second time wasn’t such a shock as the first, and she realized it wasn’t so much a painful sensation as it was an unusual one. No man have ever spanked her before, not even her dad.
Whack! Whack!
Twice more in quick succession he struck again. Neela turned and buried her face in the back cushions of the couch, shrieking over and over again in a mixture of pain and pleasure with each swipe of the belt he brought to bear on her exposed buttocks.
Behind her Rolando grunted as he got more worked up, clearly enjoying the punishment he was administering to his submissive, pretty hostage.
“You will … obey … me,” he commanded in measured words, each one punctuated by another lash.
“You will … never … be … disobedient again!”
Neela moaned. Oh, this was just sooo good!
“Yes, papi. Yes, papi. Yes, PAPI!!!” she cried into the cushions, wriggling her ass with each strike.
Rolando seemed satisfied with this response. He grunted his approval and stopped, throwing the belt onto the back of the couch by her head. The pressure let up on her back.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered.
His big hands grabbed her around the hips and shifted her weight fully onto couch, still in kneeling position. Neela quickly reached out and grabbed the arm rest to keep from falling over.
His hands were all over her bare, but stinging, ass once more; squeezing, caressing, as if to soothe the bite of the spanking he himself had just given her.
“I think my conquest deserves a reward for being so obedient to her man.”
Neela’s pussy dripped wet, and her clit throbbed like it wouldn’t quit!
Skillfully, Rolando’s fingers probed gently her warm slit as if sensing her want. She moaned and closed her eyes to the pleasure his touch brought, curving her back and enjoying the way his fingertips took time to caress and outline her soaking lips, sliding in and out of her slit with sure confidence.
He brought his hand out, and she heard the most arousing sound a woman could ever hear from a man:
The sound of slurping as he sucked on each one of his fingers.
“Mmmm. That’s some good cunt, mami.”
Neela went weak in the knees. Did he just do that?
But before she could let it sink in, suddenly a new sensation made her gasp aloud and grip the armrest tight. His breath caressed her vulva, followed by the utterly disarming feeling of a warm tongue entering her womanhood.
Neela couldn’t hold back any longer!
She shrieked with delight, curling her toes as he tasted of her and proceeded to lap her juices with languid, sensuous swipes of that wondrous organ. With each stroke of his nimble but wide tongue she shuddered and bit her lip–an exclamation of joy managing to still escape.
“FUCK!!!” she moaned when the tip of his tongue lashed across her mound, wrapped around the throbbing button on top, and began flicking repeatedly against that sensitive bulb of her desire.
“Oh my god, ROLANDO!!! Ugghhhh…”
Her fingers dug grooves into the couch as she bucked forth and back, desperately trying to get his face deeper into her pussy. She had never been eaten out from behind before. It was all she had ever read about.
All she had ever wanted it to be, and yet better!
“Oh my damn, motherfucker. You’re … you’re so good!” she screamed out. “Oh my god, papi, don’t fucking stop!”
Like a true gentleman, the man didn’t so much as pause. But she felt him chuckle at her words while continuing to eat her out.
Neela spread her legs farther apart, allowing him more access with his wonderfully versatile tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she remained bent over, shuddering at what this beautiful stranger was doing to her.
The tongue lashings he gave her now were ten times better than those administered with the belt. A hundred times better! She dug in deeper as the climax set in, zeroing in around and around her clit in ever tightening circles. Down to the very core of her being.
Her moans increased in a frenetic crescendo as flick after flick lashed across her sensitive button, until she could feel her end was near indeed.
Another caress of his tongue and Neela screamed loudly as the dam finally broke. As the euphoria washed over her in shuddering waves…. and still his tongue continued. As if Rolando wanted to make sure he owned every part of her soul before her climax receded.
After some time of gently stroking her clit, slowing down the tempo of his tongue in synch with the lessening of her climax, he stood up. Neela glanced shyly back at him, panting, eyes devouring every inch of his lithely muscular form as he licked his lips of her.
“Papi, I want more. Of you!”
Rolando looked down at her, stroking his cock languidly. Finally, as if coming to a decision, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her roughly off the couch.
“Come with me,” he whispered huskily. Clearly he wanted her, too, and was very much still in charge.
“Let’s do this properly.”
* * * * *
Neela’s legs were jelly as Rolando marched her into another area of the apartment, both of them stark naked.
It turned out to be his bedroom, of course. Big surprise.
More books covered the walls, some on a nearby ottoman, and in a corner stood one of those cheap pre-fab desks from a warehouse store. Atop it, a computer monitor and keyboard seemed to wade through a sea of printouts, maps, and yet more books.
Was he a researcher? A writer? A world explorer, perhaps? She had no time to take it all in before he pushed her onto the large, barely made-up bed which stretched between two sunny windows.
The sheets smelled of him, and she felt that familiar and irresistible lust for this man well up inside her once more. And after the climax she had just experienced, she was hornier than ever! Neela got on her knees and threw a suggestive glance over her shoulder at the bronzed hunk standing at the foot of the bed.
“Mister,” she beckoned, “take me, please.”
Rolando watched her, stroking his still eager hard-on as an intense look of desire overcame him. “My, my… you’re simply insatiable, aren’t you Miss Neela?”
She laughed. “Just ‘Neela.’ I told you!”
“Okay… mami.”
With a grin and those dimples, he stepped forward and slid the engorged head of his enormous cock between her spread and waiting legs, rubbing it along her cunt just on the verge of penetration.
Neela shivered in anticipation of him taking her. It had been almost a year since a boy had last filled her; she was more than ready for it. That morning she thought it would be Billy finally, but she had been wrong.
Instead it was this hot stranger–a full-grown man–who would be doing the honors.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, turning her head toward a pair of fluffy pillows and lowering her face to smell more of his scent in them.
“Fuck condoms,” she heard him say, and gasped as he grabbed her roughly by her hair. “Didn’t you hear me say it so many times already, mami? You are mine!”
Neela’s pussy clenched at his words. Oh, no fucking way? He’s going to do me raw?
That was definitely a first for her. So many thoughts flashed across her mind, but somehow her pussy was even more aroused for him now.
Rolando sensed it and placed one hand on her hip, wounding her hair even tighter in the grip of his other.
“Mmmm! Such a pretty ass you have, baby girl. I’m going to enjoy this.”
Pressing his weight down upon her, tipping her face-forward into the mattress, Rolando’s cock found her opening and pushed right through.
Neela’s scream was swallowed by the soft down of the pillows pressed against her mouth. More muffled screams followed as he began to slowly, rhythmically take her right there on his bed.
She twisted so as not to suffocate, and screamed louder when his thick cock slammed into her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh my god! You bastard. Motherfucker–ahhh!”
But her pussy enjoyed what it was receiving, instantly constricting around Rolando’s impossibly huge dick and eliciting such a deep-throated grunt from the man.
His hand tightened around her waist as he pulled her in closer by her hair–which only drove his cock even deeper into her lusting womanhood.
Neela’s eyes shot open from the pain … but it was a delicious, heady pain. A sensation she had never experienced with her previous boyfriends. And without a condom, she could feel every rough, masculine inch of him as he rode her long and without mercy.
“Coño, Neela,” he said hoarsely, groaning after another deep pump of her cunt. “Jeez, girl–your pussy’s so fucking tight!” He grunted with obvious pleasure and picked up the tempo.
I can’t believe you’re letting him do this to us!, her good girl persona told her. Such a bad Trini girl you’re being, Miss Neela.
But the man seemed to have a one-track mind now, and she found she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted. Which she definitely did not!
As he continued to penetrate her deeper and harder, gripping her tiny waist with both hands now and slamming in and out, over and over, in increasing intensity … the pain quickly gave way to a deep-seated pleasure growing outward from her clit and encompassing her entire body.
This … this is how a man fucks a woman, she thought.
Neela flung the pillows aside and pressed her mouth against his mattress, releasing her screams into its unyielding folds as she took her punishment. She shrieked with each forward thrust of his hips, and moaned with each withdrawal.
At one point when his dick almost slipped out, she backed up and allowed her pussy to greedily take it back in–all of it! Back and back, until his heavy balls slapped against her mound with a delicious weight that made her knees tremble.
Together they groaned as their hips synchronized in motion: Rolando pumping her with all his might, while Neela tried her best to move to his speed and accommodate his frantic desire.
The bed shook as it banged loudly against his wall, her breath escaping in quick, sharp yelps as the desperation of their humping intensified. She felt Rolando’s sweat flick across her back while his grunts grew short and higher pitched.
Neela couldn’t believe how great it felt being totally and completely dominated by such a lion of a man! She ground her hips deeper into his, taking him completely within her, enjoying the feel of her ass jiggling against his taut, muscled stomach with each thrust.
“Mister … mister … ay, papi–I’m com-iiiing!” she squealed, the last note rising high as her pussy trembled with her second release of the night.
Abruptly Rolando’s breathing became frantic; a primal desperation as he grabbed her ass and squeezed so tight. His cock slammed into her in quick, short bursts, and Neela could feel his own climax approaching.
Rolando grunted like an animal and suddenly bore down on her back with all his strength, sending her sprawling face first into the mattress.
He mounted her like that, spread-eagle, and pinned under his weight. Thrusting into her with incredible brutality as all sense seemed to leave his mind, taken over by that basic natural urge a man has to finish inside a woman.
It was all Neela could do to grab the sheets and hold on as he pumped furiously into her womanhood. Rolando’s dick suddenly grew very stiff, his legs locked into place, when he let out a tremendous bellow of release as his cum gushed out in steaming, liquid spurts into her tight cunt. A hoarse roar of sorts issued from his throat as even more of his hot cream filled her… and as he continued to pump the last of his seed in erratic, ragged bursts.
As he came to an end, Rolando shuddered and fell across Neela’s back, panting heavily. His manhood slid languidly out of her, spent and already starting to soften.
Neela’s pussy was full of his effort: warm and sticky with cum!
They lay there together like that for a while. Neither one said a word, but basked in a shared euphoria of their combined climaxes.
Faced down, Neela wedged herself under him, enjoying the warmth and solid weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. But after some time, Rolando shifted posture until he was on his side and could let her breathe. He slid an arm under her head, his massive bicep forming a pillow, while his other arm pulled her in close to his chest and wrapped around her stomach protectively.
“Aye dios, baby girl,” he gasped. “That felt so fucking good. Coño!”
His hand brushed aside an errant strand of her hair, and he kissed her on the forehead.
Neela moaned at the contact, snuggling contentedly against his very sweaty body. She luxuriated in the feeling, trying to let what had just happened sink in. The sheer insanity of it all.
Did she actually just let this strange man, whom she only met that morning, cum inside of her?
What the fuck?!, the good girl part of her screamed.
But another part… that bad bitch part, grinned inwardly. This one beamed with pride at the realization that a man–a real man like Rolando–had wanted her so badly as to lose all sense and reason.
And what’s more, that Neela herself had wanted him just as badly. This was unlike any encounter she had ever experienced before. Not even in her most extreme fantasies, alone in her room late at night, did she imagine such a thing.
“Did I please you, Rolando?” She glanced up at him, a sly grin on her lips. “Never had Trinidadian pussy this good before, huh?” She shifted her legs as a post-coital spasm shuddered through her womb, and she felt a thin seeping of his cum trickle down her thigh.
Oh my god, this is so good!
That elicited a deep-throated chuckle from the Latin hunk. “So you’re Trini, huh? That… yeah, that would explain a lot.”
Neela nudged her chin into the side of his well-muscled chest.
“And what is that supposed to mean, mister? I guess you’ve had many Trini girls before?”
She quickly rubbed the spot on his chest she had poked, which turned into her hand running all over the rest of his torso. She traced errant patterns across the skin, following the outline of those intricate, dark tats of his.
Jesus, he feels amazing! I can’t believe I just had all of this.
Again she felt that bad bitch grinning from her perch, satisfied.
“No, no–” Rolando hastened with another chuckle, patting her bare ass assuredly. “Not that at all. I’ve just, uh … heard things about you women. Especially the Indian ones from that island.”
“What?!” Neela shrieked, feigning offense. She smacked him across his chest. “Why, what have you heard?”
He laughed and rubbed the back of her hand, nudging it a little further south.
Neela continued in that direction, sliding it down below his navel until she came across his cock already starting to stiffen again. She swallowed her surprise, but feeling all kinds of turned on.
What the fuck, girl? You can still have more?
And she could, that was the crazy part.
“Just that Trini Indian girls are amazing in bed,” he continued, expressing a small sigh of hope as her grip enclosed his engorged member. “They’re passionate, beautiful… and oh so tight where it matters!”
Neela’s pussy constricted at those words, radiating delightful spirals of growing desire outward from her sensitive button.
“And you’re definitely all those things–and more, mami,” Rolando finished.
She squeezed harder, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man. But one which quickly turned into a pleasured moan.
“You keep calling me this. Why, is that a Puerto Rican thing?”
Rolando’s expression grew pained. “I am not ‘Rican, baby girl. Soy Dominicano!”
Neela stroked his stiffening erection, smirking. “Dominican, huh? Yeah, that would explain a lot.”
Rolando laughed and grabbed her up in his arms, twisting the sheets around them. His big hands settled on her ass and squeezed tight.
“Oh yeah? Now what is that supposed to mean, Miss Neela?”
She kissed him warmly on the lips. He tasted minty and sweet, just like back in the hallway when they first kissed. She moaned and slid lower, guiding her already wet pussy onto the tip of his questing manhood.
“It means we should quit all this talk of international diplomacy, and erase those geographic boundaries. What do you say, mister?”
Rolando reached down to return her kiss, then drove his wide cock deeper into her. Neela sighed and pressed her hands onto his impressive chest, pushing herself up to a sitting position. Now, on top of this gorgeous man, she slowly began to wind her hips back and forth, grinding down onto him.
“Ohhh, Rolando…” she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. His hands found her perky tits and fondled them.
“Now that,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows, “is a language which needs no translation.”
He placed his mouth over one of her breasts and began to suckle. Already spiraling circles of pleasure were beginning to close in on her clit.
Neela cried aloud, gripping the back of his head as the tip of his tongue found her nipple and lashed across it.
And somewhere, deep inside, a bad bitch high-fived the good and proper Trini girl. You go, girl, one voice said. Get yours!, encouraged the other.
And that was exactly what Neela intended to do.
* * * * *