Freaks Cum Out PT1 Kindle (15 page)

“But anyway, back to what we were saying. Ummm, what were we saying?” He asked.

Sabrina wasn’t sure herself, but she told Brandon she needed to get home. All that screaming and crying had left her exhausted

“Ok. I’ll follow you to the crib and make sure you get there ok. Unless you think you’re not ok to drive?” he asked.

“Naw, I’m good. You sure you feel like following me?”

“Of course. I wanna make sure you make it home ok. I’ve gotta go over that way anyway,”  he said as he opened the door to get out. He looked at Sabrina with such passion as he got out of the car. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn’t.

“I’m right behind you,” was his response before closing the door as he went to his vehicle.

Damn, I always do this, Sabrina thought. Fall for a dude entirely too soon. What if he doesn’t like me and was just being nice? Sabrina watched him walk across the street and get into his car, a brand-new, all black Camaro.

Ughhh, that made it even worse. She thought as she turned her car on and merged into traffic as he pulled out and got behind her.

She wasn’t sure why, but her pussy always got wet for nice cars and fine men. She took one hand off the steering wheel. It was time for some relaxation. She looked around at the other cars to see who was watching her. Luckily, it was dark and no one was paying her any attention. Sabrina slide her hand down her sweatpants to touch her throbbing wetness.

At times like this, she couldn’t help but play with her pussy. Weaving through traffic and stopping at red lights, she looked back and saw the man that could be the one.

Been a while since my Sleeping Beauty had seen a Prince Charming. The thought made her play with her clit even more.

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Brandon was in the car, following Sabrina, but he wanted to slap himself. Why I even fucked with that dumb-ass broad, LaTonya, I don’t know, he thought. Now, whenever she saw me, she had to act up.

This wasn’t the first time she saw Brandon out with a woman and caused a scene. The bitch just wouldn’t quit. He thought as he followed closely behind Sabrina. Last time, he was on a movie date with the beautiful Katrina.

Katrina had ass for days and going to the movies was our first date, Brandon reminisced. They were in the line, trying to get some snacks before the movie. I was whispering in Katrina’s ear, trying to set up for some movie theater head, when this bitch popped out of nowhere.

Of course, that night didn’t end the way he wanted. Brandon didn’t get the movie theater head. Actually, they didn’t watch the movie.

 Unlike Sabrina, that girl didn’t believe Brandon when he told her that LaTonya had been lying about the baby.

Oh well. Brandon thought as he thought back on the date from hell. Sabrina seemed unfazed by it all. She was up ahead of him driving fast. S

he weaved in and out of lanes and almost side swiped a car. This made Brandon nervous. At least we aren’t far, Brandon thought. 

Once they made it to the house and they stood outside talking for awhile. Everything from their high schools and jobs came into the conversation. She told him she was going to school and trying to start an online business. He told her about his job and his aspirations to do freelance marketing. She seemed to listen and be interested.

"It's getting cold," she said as she rubbed her arms. "I think I'm gonna head in and get some rest."

Damn, I really don’t want this night to end, Brandon thought. I wish I could stay over, but I’m not going to ask. It’s probably too soon for that.

"Well, ok. I'll talk to you later. Give me a call," he said as he walked slowly back to his car. Brandon felt defeated.  Nothing bad had happened but he wanted her now. Even in the car as she cried and her eyes were puffy, he thought she was beautiful. He wanted to hold her and protect her.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Goodnight, and thanks again," she said. He looked back and she was slowly making the walk to her door. He didn't want to walk her all the way up and possibly make the wrong move and ruin all of his chances. He wasn't old, but he wasn't young either.

A young Brandon would have jumped all over her and tried to kiss her. The now, more seasoned, Brandon would take his time.

He got in his car and watched her walk inside. He waved as he drove away and went to the gas station around the corner. Tonight, I’m going to spend some time at home. He was serious about leaving the other women alone. If his plan went right, he would eventually have Sabrina anyway.

He was about to get out of the car and fill up his tank when his phone started buzzing. Damn, it was Sabrina, he thought and pressed talk as fast as he could.

"What’s wrong?" he answered. There was no reason for her to call him this soon.

"Brandon, I'm gonna try something different, ok? If you don't like it, just decline and hang-up and we can forget this happened. Do you accept?"

"Ummmm, yeah." He was unsure but he agreed.

"I don't know why or how, but I like you. I...I...I want you and, if you’re not busy, I want you to come back over here."

Brandon almost dropped the phone. Who the fuck does this? he wondered. Never had a woman said these things to him. He started the car back up and began pulling out of the gas station parking lot.

"Hello?" she said.

"Sabrina, are you serious? Cause I really don't..." She cut him off before he could finish.

"Look, B. I saw something in your eyes tonight. The way you looked at me and the things you said. I tried to let you take charge by saying I was ready to go in the house but you just left. I would wait weeks and play back and forth, but why do we have to do that if were grown?" She had a point and he guessed there was a first time for everything.

"Corey isn't home for the first time in weeks and I don't want to be alone," she whispered.

Hell, I could handle change, he thought. Brandon pressed the gas pedal down to the floor.

"Unlock the door. I'm on my way."

Chapter 15

In the few minutes of prep time, she had showered, rubbed her body with delicious, intoxicating oils, and prepared her pussy for devouring. She took deep breaths, inhaling the smells of the jasmine and lavender oil that she had rubbed all over her body.

Her juices marinated as she lay in the bed waiting for him to return. Being obedient, she did as she was told and left the front door unlock. Listening to her R&B mix cd, she realized she hadn’t been romanced in a while. Its gonna feel good having sex to some music and wine instead of being rushed.

The thought excited her, sending more juices to her already overflowing vagina. The things that were about to take place couldn’t be undone,  and she couldn’t wait.

Her skin was still moist from the quick shower she had taken. Nothing but a dark purple, silk robe with matching, thong panties separated her from being naked. She thought the robe and thong was sexier than being completely nude and it was easy to take off when the time came.

I hope he goes down, she thought as she lay in her king-sized bed anticipating the taste of him. If he did go down, she was willing to reciprocate with the best tongue lashing he had ever experienced.

The sound of the front door opening and softly closing made her sit straight up in the bed.

“Where are you?” he called from the living room. He hadn’t been in her house before, let alone in her room.

“Go to the kitchen and grab the wine from the fridge and the glasses are in the left cabinet. Then follow the music down the main hallway,” she replied.

Still sitting up, she leaned back on a pillow. She opened her legs and moved her panties to the side to calm her throbbing kitten. She circled her clit with her fingers, traveled down her freshly trimmed lips, and then around her opening which she liked to call her second mouth. She kept making this orgasmic circle until he appeared in the doorway.

He stood for a while with his brown eyes opened wide, surveying the room. His eyes traveled wildly all over her body in disbelief. He couldn’t help but notice the action taking place between her legs. Still, with a stunned and unsure look, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Swallowing hard, he began to speak. “Sabrina, I don’t want to rush this... if you...”

“Shhhhhhh,” she hissed and used her free hand to motion for him to come closer. Scooting over, she patted the bed for him to sit down. He moved slowly, complying with her request. Sitting down he eyed her still working left hand.

“I want you,” she said, staring straight at him. She leaned closer and whispered “We’ll figure out the rest later,” in his ear and kissed his neck.

Sitting back, she grinned as Brandon stared at her in amazement. In his mind, he thought about the events that led up to this moment. An hour ago they were in her car, laughing and reminiscing. Now they were about to make love.

Still grasping the open wine bottle, he poured its contents into the glasses. He needed a drink to get through this. He took a long sip of the sparkling wine and glanced back down at her open legs and thong panties.

She took a small sip of her wine and set the glass down on the nightstand. Slowly, she slid down into the plush, black sheets and kept pleasuring herself. Of course, her fingers were still working but they were no longer making circles. Staring in his eyes, her fingers plunged inside; making noises from the flood of juices that was now between her legs.

Unable to take anymore visual torture, he grabbed her arm in mid-thrust and stopped her ecstasy. She gave him a naughty grin as he pulled her working hand to his mouth and sucked the dripping juices from her fingers.

She closed her eyes and moaned as he put the main offending finger in his mouth and sucked it with the force of a vacuum.

The moment felt like an eternity, but he finally set her hand down on the bed.

Gazing at her, he stood up as he decided to engage her in some mental torture of his own. He took his brown leather jacket and t-shirt off, exposing what she suspected; a chiseled chest and abs dipped in dark brown chocolate. Her eyes traveled down his abs to the huge bulge under his zipper. He looked down and then grinned back at her.

Unbuttoning his dark, denim jeans, he slowly let them fall. Through the flap in the front of his boxers, the swollen, nine-inch culprit emerged. It was as dark as his chest and abs but surprisingly thick as a homemade, Italian sausage link.

She began sucking on her bottom lip as he pushed his boxers down and let them fall as well. Now that he was fully exposed, she opened her robe and let her nipples stare at him.

He stared at the prettiest, plumpest, caramel breasts he had ever seen. Bigger than a handful, the nipples were fully erect and begged to be licked and teased. She eyed the juiciest dick she had laid her eyes on as his member pulsed and continued to grow. She was up for the challenge to fill her mouth with him.

They did that for a few minutes in a quiet stand-off until she tried to move her panties aside again.

He stopped her and did it himself. Kneeling down on the floor, he pulled her to the edge of the bed by her legs. He began kissing her thighs one at a time. Starting at her knees and kissing his way up to her panties. He stopped and slowly started on the other thigh. She moaned and tried to grab at his head, but he pushed her hands away and held them firmly down on the bed.