Georgia On My Mind (18 page)

“Where are you?”

“I'm home.  Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, I'm on my way to you.”

“What? No! I’ll meet you at your place!”

“I need to see you.  I'm on my way to your house.” She insisted.

“Peaches I moved, remember?”

“Peanut I know that.  Just tell me where you moved to. I need to talk to you.”

Now, at this point, Peaches is beginning to unravel like a tattered crocheted blanket. Her voice is choked with emotions and she is fighting back tears. Rashawn could hear the stress and pain in her voice.

“Peaches, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“No, it's not. I need you. Peanut, please just tell me where you are! I have nowhere else to go!” She sobbed.

Rashawn sensed that something had happened with Charles. Peaches was upset and openly crying. “Pull over!  Don't drive like this I'm on my way to get you.  Just tell me where you are and I’ll be there in five damn minutes.”

Peaches immediately got suspicious. “Why can’t I just come to your house? Peanut just tell me where you live. Unless.... Oh my God! Are you with someone?”

“What?  No!”

“Then why can't I come over?”

Rashawn was finally trapped and he knew it.  He hesitated briefly. “I'm at the mansion.”

“The mansion…  What damn mansion?”  Peaches asked confused.  

“The mansion where you're getting married.”

“What are you doing there?  You know what never mind.  I'm about ten minutes away. I’m on my way.”

“Okay, just slow down and drive carefully. Hey… Pull in the garage. I’ll unlock it for you. Alright?

“Sure! Okay!”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon. And slow down! I mean it Peaches!”

A thousand things went through Rashawn's mind as he anxiously waited for Peaches.  He didn't have a clue where to begin.  He knew she had to find out sooner or later and for some damn reason he continued to pick the later option. “Ah, shit! She’s going to fuckin lose it! And then I’ll lose her! What the fuck was I thinking?”  He vented. Rashawn knew he had to tell her, but he just wasn’t prepared to tell her tonight, considering the circumstances. “Fuck! I should have told her the second I got back from LA! Ah shit! She's going to be pissed that I lied to her! Game over!”  He thought to himself.

Moments later he heard the distinct spitter, spatter, sputter that was uniquely Boss Hog's as Peaches pulled around back to the garage.  Nervous, he disarmed the alarm and went to the garage to meet her.

“Are you okay? What are you doing out here at this time of night?” She asked the second she saw Rashawn.

“Peaches, I’m fine. Stop worrying about me. What about you are you okay?” He deflected her question.

“We’ll talk about after you explain why you’re here at this time of night. Big Daddy isn’t in to men too, is he? You’re not…”

“Seriously Peaches? Really? Now you think I’m broke and gay? Look, there's something I have to tell you. First off, no! Hell no! I’m not bisexual...”

Before Rashawn could finish his statement, Peaches quickly cut him off mid- sentence. “Peanut you don't owe me an explanation beyond that.  I understand and I don't give a damn if you're homeless. Hell you’re barely working. It’s okay.”

Peaches dropped her purse and threw herself into his arms. Rashawn tried to explain but she quickly drew him into a hard, wet kiss. Caught completely off guard Rashawn hugged her tight and deepened the kiss, completely ravishing her with his desire.

“I should have never given up on you for Charles.  I was a damn idiot!  You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.  I'm in love with you. I don’t give a damn if you’re penniless! I love you. I can admit that now!” She confessed after tearing her lips away from his.

Stunned, Rashawn didn’t have a clue what had gotten into Peaches, but he loved it. Grabbing her by the face he smothered her with an earth chattering kiss that snatched her breath away.  He didn't give a damn what changed Peaches mind about him. He only knew he had his Peaches back.

Grabbing her by her round ass he continued to kiss her hard pulling her close to him until she felt his hard dick.

“Are we alone?  Please say we're alone.” She breathed as lust quickly consumed her and Rashawn continued to ravish her.

“Yeah.  There's nobody here, but us.”

“Good...”  She moaned as she sampled Rashawn's bottom lip, before seeking his tongue with hers. 

“Come with me.” Rashawn’s baritone voice coached.

Rashawn was wearing nothing more than sweat pants when Peaches arrived, no shirt and no draws. He had decided to kick back, eat pizza and vegetate on the overstuffed sofa in the den. So, he had showered and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. At this point the bulge in his sweats had grown to a stiff twenty one gun salute. Peaches could not help but to notice. Her eyes widened as she spotted it. Pulling Rashawn back as they walked through the enormous garage filled with over a half a dozen very expensive, high end cars, she kissed him again.

“Come here. I can’t wait.” Her seductive voice teased as she pulled Rashawn back to face her.

Rashawn chuckled as he saw the lust in her eyes. “What? What are you doing? Come on; let’s go upstairs to my room.”

“I’ve been craving this big hard dick of yours since the day we broke up! Fuck that! You said that we were alone. I want to taste my dick, right here, right now.” She replied as she squatted before him.

Rashawn looked around him. Sure he knew that there were cameras all over his garage to protect his expensive cars from theft or vandalism. Still, he didn’t give a damn. He was trying hard to be a gentleman, but he wanted Peaches just as much or more than she wanted him. He had not so much as sniffed a pussy since the last time they made love. There was no way he was turning down a blowjob from Peaches’ luscious lips. Fuck that! He’d erase the footage in the morning.

Peaches wasted absolutely no time getting to the object of her desire. Pulling Rashawn’s pants down in one fluid motion, she watched as his dick instantly popped out straight and proud and pointed right at her mouth. Rashawn’s big hard dick had missed Peaches’ warm wet mouth and her thick juicy lips and it jerked at the thought of a reunion.

Peaches smiled as she watched it throb and twitch violently in her hand. If you recall Charles was a thimble dick, three inch brother and not much for a woman who enjoyed a good hard dick to work with. Oh, but not Rashawn, he had ten inches of thick, hard, meaty molten hot, Grade A Certified Good Dick and Peaches’ missed every inch of it. Grasping it firmly she licked the big drop of cream at the tip, savoring its goodness. She sighed deeply.

“I must have been a fucking fool to give up this damn big ass dick.” She moaned beneath her breath.

Rashawn heard her of course, but reserved comment. There would be plenty of time to talk later. Right now it was Mr. Nasty’s time and Mr. Nasty was craving some head. Peaches did not hesitate another second. Swiping the flat of her tongue along the thick veiny ridge of the back of his dick she licked Rashawn from the base of his balls to the tip of his tip.

“Oh mother fucker! I missed this woman!” Rashawn hissed beneath his breath but naturally Peaches heard him.

A sexy devious grin spread quickly across her gorgeous face like sunshine after a hard rain as she licked him again and again and again. Rashawn knees buckled and he wobbled back a few times. Walking backwards he found a resting place on his brand new Lamborghini. Lying back on the hood he gave Peaches permission to Woman Handle that damn dick!

“Ah fuckin yeah! Handle that shit Peaches!” Rashawn screamed as he humped her hand.

Peaches didn’t really need and invitation. Holding his pulsating hard dick firmly she sucked it in her mouth one inch at a time. To say that Peaches missed Rashawn’s dick would be a damn gross understatement of the facts. The truth was that she often fantasized about him and masturbated to the thought of sucking his big hard dick in a secluded but public place. Now Peaches wasn’t a damn idiot. She knew the cameras were there but she didn’t give a good fuck.

This was probably as close as she’d ever get to her fantasy so this moment was perfect. Continuing to suck Rashawn’s dick down her throat one inch at a time, she feverishly rubbed her clit through her soaking wet panties. She breathed hard as the tip of his monstrous dick reached the back of throat threatening to choke the hell out of her. Relaxing her throat she managed to swallow another inch to the complete delight of Rashawn. Hallowing her cheeks she created a perfect vacuum within her mouth and literally began to suck the skin off of Rashawn’s ten inch, donkey dick. The sensation was overwhelmingly delectable and Rashawn soon succumbed to the monstrous orgasm that was kicking him repeatedly in the crack of his ass.

“Ah fuck yeah girl! Suck that fuckin dick! Oh God! Yes! Suck that fuckin D-I-C-K!” He hissed as his head thrashed back and forth and his ass squirmed around on the hood of the shiny, one hundred and fifty thousand dollar, brand new sports car. “Oh shit! That’s it! I’m coming! I’m coming! Don’t stop! I’m coming!” He screamed loudly as he shot his hot creamy seed in her mouth.

Peaches continued to suck him hard as she allowed his goo to ooze out the side of her mouth. Rashawn grunted and growled and shouted intangible words and syllables in an ancient dialect unfamiliar to Peaches as he continued to release harder than he’d ever released in his life. Collapsing on the hood of the car he struggled to regain his breath and his sanity. Peaches gently kissed his balls and rubbed his stalk as he slowly revived.

The second Rashawn’s ability to focus and think rationally returned, his focus turned to the woman who was kneeling at his feet. His eyes met hers and they burned with fire and raging desire. He wanted some pussy. He wanted his pussy to be more specific.

“Come here.” He beckoned and she immediately obeyed.

Within seconds he had her on her back on his Lamborghini sucking and licking her wet pussy like it was his day job. Now although the sensation of Rashawn’s hungry mouth was delicious Peaches had to be practical. Looking around she realized that they were fucking on top of Big Daddy’s expensive new Lamborghini!

“Oh my God! Rashawn, the car! We’re on the car! Get up!”

“Fuck this car!” He growled as he continued to devour her pussy like it was a big slice of warm cherry pie with two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

“It’s wired to alarm! Isn’t it?” She panicked.

Rashawn reluctantly resurfaced from between her thick thighs. “Woman please stop interrupting me. I cut the alarm off. I’ll get the footage from the cameras tomorrow.  I’ll take care of the car tomorrow. Now can I please eat my pussy in peace? Please?” He chuckled.

Peaches smiled and said not a single word. Without another care in the world she relaxed back on that one hundred and fifty thousand dollar, candy red, brand new Lamborghini and let her man eat her cookies like they’d never been eaten before. Rashawn was ravenous and he soon made light work of Peaches’ swollen clit. Moments later he heard a low gurgling sound rumble deep in her throat and he knew she was done.

“Ah shit I’m about to C-O-M-E! Fuck me Rashawn! Fuck me!”

Naturally Rashawn wanted to break his dick off in Peaches’ wet pussy and ride the tsunami wave in with her, but he realized he didn’t have a condom. “Baby I don’t have a condom!”

“Fuck a condom! Just fuck me! Oh God! Please Just... S-H-I-T! F-U-C-K ME!”  She screamed as her orgasm snatched every conscious thought from her head.

Without a second thought Rashawn sprang from his knees and buried his dick balls deep in her pussy in one seamless motion. Banging her as hard as he could against the hood of his new sports car he fucked Peaches until his body seized with a squall of pleasure that rendered him incoherent and borderline giddy. Shooting his hot load in her they screamed out in unison, matching their screams of joy and delight note for note. Humping, bumping and thrashing violently, they clashed and clanged together until they were exhausted and spent. They were as done as a Christmas goose and so was the hood of that new one hundred and fifty thousand dollar Lamborghini!

They eventually made it upstairs to Rashawn’s bedroom. There they continued to make uninhibited, passionate love throughout the night.  Rashawn finally got what he had been longing and praying for, another taste of his Peaches and cream. And Peaches finally got what she always wanted, prayed for and deserved, a good man that truly loved her unconditionally.

It was a beautiful morning and Peaches woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside of the bedroom window. On the night stand beside her was a large bouquet of two dozen long stem red roses. They were elaborately arranged in an expensive large crystal vase. She smiled as she retrieved the card attached, it was from Rashawn.

Her heart fluttered as she read the simple, hand inscribed message out loud. “I love you.  But you've always known that, right?”

Peaches nodded slowly in response to Rashawn’s question as she removed a rose from the vase. Inhaling its sweet fragrance she realized how lucky she was to find him after all of these years.

“I love you too Rashawn.” She sighed aloud as she returned the flower to its place in the exotic floral arrangement.

The moment was just short of enchanting, but short lived. Unfortunately, the magic of the moment was interrupted by the sound of voices coming from the foyer area.  Peaches heard two distinct voices, a male and a female and she instantly recognized both.