Georgia On My Mind (12 page)

Peaches watched in awe as he slowly stripped down and opened a condom. Rashawn was hung like a damn Mexican donkey. He quickly grabbed his monster of a dick and wrestled it into submission. Peaches couldn’t believe he was packing all that damn heat. Sure he was as fine as the hair on a gnat’s pussy, but she wasn’t expecting him to be blessed with a third damn leg. Her mouth watered and her pussy thumped extra juices to her love canal a she watched him roll the magnum condom on his hard, throbbing dick.

“Dayum! Peanut got the damn magic stick!” She unconsciously breathed.

Rashawn heard her, but he pretended he didn’t. Sheathed and ready to go he climbed on the bed between her legs. Lifting her ass high in the air he buried his head back between her legs. Peaches was completely shocked. Isolating her clit between his teeth he gently gnawed and chewed on it like it was a piece of gum. Moments later, without warning, Peaches’ second orgasm kicked in the front door and beat her senseless with its dick.

Screaming was not an option this time as all of the air had already vacated her lungs. Panting and breathing like a damn guppy she held on to the back of Rashawn’s head as she grind her wet pussy hard against his hungry mouth. Her pussy immediately pumped a fresh supply of cream into her vagina and Rashawn sensed that it was finally ready to accommodate his healthy girth.

“Are you ready for this?” He asked as he resurfaced from between her thick thighs.

Peaches fought desperately to maintain consciousness as wave after wave of pleasure slapped her hard against the rocky shores of Pleasure Island. Tossed, here, there and every damn where with each breaking wave she managed to shake her head yes. She smiled at him and Rashawn knew that she was a little dazed, but still with him. That was more than enough to let him know it was okay to start round three.

Now until this point it had all been about Peaches. Finally, it was Rashawn’s turn to get a little gratification and a bit of sticky- icky. His desire had pressed hard against him all night. His dick throbbed and ached for a wet pussy to envelope it with its warmth.

Lifting her big legs high and tossing them over his shoulders he rubbed the big bulbous head of his hard dick against her tight slit. Her vaginal muscles contracted violently and sucked him in. The sensation was incredible.

“Ah fuck! You are so damn tight!” He hissed as her tight pussy literally sucked the head of his hard dick. “This is going to be good.”

Timing his entrance perfectly, Rashawn waited patiently for the walls of Peaches’ pussy to relax and then he sank every inch of that donkey dick of his into her.

“S-H-I-T!” She screamed out in shock.

Again, Charles was a small, thimble dick brutha and Peaches had never had another lover. So, Rashawn taking his ten inch dick balls deep in one thrust was the equivalent of being deflowered all over again.

“What the fuck!” Peaches screamed out as she experienced a weird combination of pleasure and pain, shock and awe.

Rashawn’s eyes engaged her as he swirled his hips and twisted that big hard dick of his in her pussy as far as it would go. Sampling her lips and nuzzling his face against hers, he asked, “Are you sure, you’re ready for me.”

Peaches eyes stared into his. Biting his bottom lip and sucking it quickly into her mouth she laced her tongue around his. Her gesture needed no further explanation. Rashawn pulled out to the tip of the tip and slammed his hardness back into her wet pussy again and again.

Now, Rashawn was a millionaire who’d made love to women all over the world. Still, not one of them came close to getting him as hot and worked up as Georgia Porter. She had always been the one who got away and he’d never gotten over his schoolboy crush for her. It literally boggled his mind to believe that he was balls deep in her pussy at that very second.

Stroke after stroke, plunge after plunge his feeling for her grew deeper and deeper. He had never felt this way about a woman. There eyes locked onto each other and he knew instantly without a moment of reservation that she was the one. He saw his life unfold in her eyes and he resolved to do any and everything to make her his own.

Still he knew he had to consider that Peaches was fragile, literally damaged by years of abuse at Charles hand. Sure, Charles never once physically touched her, but he beat her down just the same. Rashawn knew that capturing Peaches’ heart was going to be a hard long climb up the rough, steep side of Mount Everest, but he didn’t give a damn! He held the woman of his dreams in his arms and nothing or no one would stop him from making her his wife.

The whimpers and groans that escaped from Peaches’ throat indicating that she was very close to releasing again. Rashawn was determined to ride this wave of passion in with her. Lifting her legs higher on his shoulder he dug in a little deeper and pumped a little faster and thrust a bit harder. Moments later their eyes widened simultaneously and they released hard and fast together, kicking and screaming and thrashing all the way.

Their climax was epic and they both knew it. So much so it left them speechless, staring in each other’s eyes as their minds raced, searching for answers. Gathering her in his arms, Rashawn held Peaches close and they drifted off to sleep wrapped in a tight lovers’ embrace.  

The next morning, Rashawn's sleep was abruptly disturbed by the sound of loud arguing.  He quickly jumped up and slipped on his pants as he identified one of those voices as Charles’. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Rashawn growled to himself.

“Don't fuck with me Charles.  I knocked your bitch ass out once, don't think I won't do it again.”

“Whatever Peaches!  You know that was a sucker punch.”

“You're right a sucker got punched in his fuckin mouth! Sucker!”

“Look I know you got that damn ring and I'm not leaving here until I give it to me. I paid a hell of a lot of money for that damn thing and I want it back!”

“Oh really! Well, I don’t give a fuck how much you paid for it!  You're leaving here one way or the other.  You can walk out, limp out or get carried out with my shoe up your bitch ass! You decide.” 

“Woman, I will...” A half- dressed Rashawn emerged from Peaches bedroom to the total shock of Charles. “What the fuck?”

“Peaches, is everything okay?” Rashawn asked as he saw Charles and Peaches arguing toe to toe.

“No everything is not okay!  Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my damn bedroom?” Charles screamed.

“Yes, everything is fine.  Charles was just leaving.” Peaches calmly replied.

“Charles ain't going no fucking where until you tell me what this nigga is doing in my fuckin house!”

“None of your damn business!  And this is my fucking house!” Peaches retaliated.

“Oh, I beg to differ.  It is my damn business when a half dressed nigga comes out of my fuckin bedroom!  And I don't give a damn who pays the fuckin mortgage.  That's my fuckin bedroom and that's my fuckin women.  So, who the fuck are you?” Charles demanded as he tried to move closer to Rashawn, but Peaches blocked his path.

“Look Charles...” Rashawn tried to say.

“Nigga you don't know me!  Don't look Charles me.  I will bust your ass...” Charles yelled as he charged toward Rashawn.

Peaches quickly stepped between the two men. “Baby, you don't owe him no damn explanation!  Charles has lost his Mickey Mouse fuckin mind!”  Peaches gets really mad and closes the gap between her and Charles. “Get the fuck out of my house and I’m not going to tell you again!” Rashawn steps in front of her to keep her from punching him in his face. “You made it quite clear who your woman was! Where's my damn ring, Charles? Huh? Where's the ring I slaved for all those fucking years?”

“Peaches... calm down. It’s not even worth it.” Rashawn pleaded.

“You know what?  You're right.  I'm cool.  Charles get whatever you came for and get the fuck out of my house!” Peaches calmly said as she turned and headed towards her bedroom.

“Peaches!  Where are you going?  This ain't over.  Get back here!” Charles demanded. Foolishly he attempted to follow Peaches to the bedroom but Rashawn cut off his path in mid-stride.

“I know you better get the fuck out of my way!” Charles snorted like an angry bull.

“Look, let's not take it there.” Rashawn calmly replied.

“Oh we are going to go there if I find out that you're fucking my bitch!” Charles snapped.

Rashawn laughed and looked Charles dead in his eyes. “There's not a chance in hell that I'm fucking your bulimic bitch!  But, the woman in there belongs to me and I'm wearing her fine, thick ass the fuck out! Oh yeah, and thanks for leaving that pussy nice and tight for me.”

Charles jumped like he was going to hit Rashawn.  Rashawn continued to stare him down and never flinched a single damn muscle. “You don't want this. You better take your punk ass wherever the fuck you stay, before I get angry.” Rashawn warned.

“Bitch don't tell me what I want or what the fuck to do!  Beating your high yellow ass is just the extra exercise the Doctor ordered.” Charles retorted.

“Well, I just hope you came prepared. It's not going to be a sprint.  Trust me it's going to be a fuckin marathon. And I’ve been training for this one for years and years. So, I suggest you get what you came for and go.”

Despite the warning Charles invaded Rashawn's personal space and tried to stare him down. “What makes you think I'm going to just let you have her?”

“What makes you think that she doesn't already belong to me?” Rashawn responded.

“We'll see about that! This is far from over!” Charles warned.

“You’re right. It’s far from over, but right now you need to get your shit and fucking go.”

Charles quickly sized Rashawn up. Based upon the contempt and the total lack of fear in Rashawn's face he decided not to challenge him any further. Without another word Charles simply turned and headed towards the door. 

Rashawn watched in silence as he quickly collected a box of his things and stormed out of the door mumbling to himself. “This bullshit ain't over. Oh this is far from fuckin over! You can believe that shit!”

~*~*~

Rashawn entered the bedroom to find Peaches looking out the window as Charles left. It was obvious that she had been crying.  Rashawn walked up behind her, hugged her around her waist and kissed her sweetly on her neck.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm okay.  Look, we need to talk.”

Rashawn spun her around to face him, continuing to hold her close. “About what?”

“About last night.”

“What's up?”

“Rashawn, I think we made a big mistake.”

“Please don't say that, Peaches.”

“We did.”

“Maybe it was a little too soon to get physical like that but I wouldn't call it a mistake.  Do you regret it?”

“No, I don't.  I wanted it.  Hell, I needed it.  But we both know that it's not going to work?”

“Come on Peaches.  Why would you say something like that? We’ve known each other forever. You know I care about you.”

“Just look at you and look at me!”

“Peaches you are a beautiful, sexy woman at any weight.  Anybody can see that. Why can’t you just see that? Stop obsessing over your weight. The weight is going to come off. I promise you.”

“I can't help it! What? You think I don't have mirrors? I lost weight, but I’m still fat! And you… You look like a damn professional athlete! My God look at all of this! Who are you… He Man Defender of the Universe?” She whined.

Rashawn did not venture to answer that question. Instead, he took Peaches by the hand and walked her over to the large dresser mirror. Drawing her back into his arms he hugged her close from behind as they stared into the mirror.

“Do me a favor and look in this mirror and tell me that we don't make a cute couple.” He challenged.

Peaches wiped a single tear straining to be released from her eyes and managed a smile. “I didn't say that we didn't look good together.  I just said that it won't work.”

“Look, let’s just holdback on the sex for a while and concentrate on building a relationship.”

Peaches laughed. “Hell, that's the best part.”

“Okay, I don’t understand. I’m confused. Then what do you want to do?” Rashawn asked puzzled.

“I'm barely out of a bad relationship.  I gave up all my hopes and dreams to take care of Charles Preston’s sorry bitch ass.  And I hate to bring it up, but right now you're unemployed.  I just can't do it again, Rashawn. I’m sorry, but I can’t.” She explained.

“Is that what this is about?” Rashawn asked as he pulled her closer and kissed her on the neck. Peaches I’m a man, you'll never have to take care of me.  Give me half a chance and I’ll...”

“Maybe so… But right now the fact still remains that all I have to offer you is my friendship and an occasional booty call or two.

“Oh, I see… So you just want to be friends with benefits?”

“Yes! Friends with excellent benefits.” Peaches snickered.

“Hey, you know what?  I'll take it. It’s not what I want, but I’ll take it!  I waited a long time for these fringe benefits and after last night I’ll be damned if I give them up.”

“You did, didn't you?  Was it worth it?” Peaches asked as she sampled his lips.