Avenged

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Wrapping his muscular arms around my tiny waist, I watched intently as he sucked on my clit, spat on it, and tongued down my fresh young pussy all while sticking two long fingers into my dripping wet pussy.

"You love your big daddy right?"

Nodding my head quickly, my pussy pulsed, and I whimpered and pouted when he stopped.

"Tell me you love daddy baby girl!"

"I love you daddy," I lied.

Gasping, as he continued to play with my clit. My legs wrapped themselves around his neck, and my body jerked with full force as I came. I was dazed, at a loss for words as Ross pulled my body close to him, lifted me up off of his plush king size bed and penetrated me. Placing little kisses onto neck, my heart surged as his hips moved quickly.

"Honey! I'm home!"

Stopping my quivering body, my eyes widened as Ross's wife bounded up the freshly waxed wooden floors.

"Shit!"

Sighing as he pulled me off of him, he pulled his boxers from up off the floor, threw his spotless white t-shirt over his head, gathered me and my clothes and shoved me quickly into his walk in closet. Grabbing onto a wooden rack to stop myself from falling, I stumbled upon numerous leather shoes as the dark enveloped me.

Holding my breath, I pulled out my cellphone as I checked the time it literally had been an hour. It seemed like I had been in here for hours as my heart continued to thud with no mercy. No this negro did not have me, ME TOYA, sitting up in some closet waiting for his wife to leave.

Cursing myself, my brows furrowed as I tried to listen to what was being said. Ironically I was met with silence. Ross's punk ass ran out of the room after he locked me into his closet. Tiger Woods stumbled downstairs to his trophy wifey, but I had knew Ross was married so I couldn't even be mad.

Throwing my body con dress over my head, I threw down my thong and left it in the back of their closet in spite. Hoping that prissy little white bitch could smell my pretty chocolate pussy all over her house.

"Baby Girl?"

Hearing Ross's voice I rolled my eyes in disgust, and shoved the smooth wooden door open. Wincing as the suns bright light washed over me, peering into my face, Ross studied me quickly. His eyes simply skimmed my curvaceous body while I threw my Chanel handbag over my shoulder.

"You leaving?"

My feet borrowed into the cushion of the perfectly white carpet as I stepped out of the closet and made my way towards his hallway.

"Hell yeah," I snapped as I sauntered my way out of his bedroom,"Do I look like I feel like dealing with you and your old ass wife," I snapped my neck towards him as my words spat at him like venom.

Shoving my freshly pedicured feet into my matching Chanel sandals, I turned away to refrain from laughing as tears began to stream down his face and form a pool of tears onto his husky chest. Here this grown ass man was, crying over a eighteen year old girl. I laughed in my head, boy oh boy did I thrive on this shit.

"Really? After all the shit I've done for you?"

Scolding, I barely blinked an eye as he dropped to his knees. I didn't have any feelings for him, my heart had turned stone cold as I turned away from his begging. It disgusted me that he couldn't be man enough, this is what I did! I wasn't a hoe, I just used what God gave me to my advantage.

"Nobody told you to be catching feelings" I mumbled and ran my hands down my side smothering any wrinkles, "this is business."

Taking wide strides away from Ross, I gently pushed his hand away, and walked away as the floorboards seemed to creak in pain. Ross had gotten up off of his knees, and scampered towards me as the bright sun shone through the hallways beige curtains. His caramel colored floors shined brightly just as the sun seemed to grace it, skimpering quickly down the long carpeted stairs I scolded at the family pictures that hung daintily on the wall in a zig zagged pattern.

Making my way through his den, I ducked past the all white kitchen, and let myself out. Was it sad that I didn't even live here and I knew my way around like that back of my hand?

Here I was cooking in her kitchen like it was mines, and soaking in her tub like it was mines, using her expensive bath salts and my favorite was the little pink bath bombs she loved to buy. But that was all dead. I was starting to get annoyed, tired of hiding so he could save his already fucked up marriage.

Ross was one of those black guys that had a rider throughout his whole life, beautiful ebony woman. Then he got rich quick and ditched her for that bubble head bitch with those fake tits. She milked him of his money, and seemed to not know what "no" was. So I didn't feel one ounce of guilt when I left and withdrew half of his savings and transferred it into my secret account. He had secretly craved for what he had before, but was stuck between being married or broke for the rest of his life.

Slamming his back door shut, I continued to stride past the identical BMWs sitting in his garage and felt a slight sense of relief as the sun hit my back and I started to walk home. The birds were chirping, and there was a slight mist  from this mornings shower still left on the green leaves in his back yard. Lifting the bottom of my dress I slowly made my way through their wet lawn that seemed to go on for miles.

"Toya!"

Turning my head abruptly, I hesitated slightly before realizing that Ross, who was fully dressed, had settled onto a slight pace and was heading my way. He rubbed his beard slowly out of habit as he waited for my answer, but I kept going. Trotting quickly now, I didn't care if my feet got wet as I now jogged through his soaking wet lawn. My heart raced slowly as I realized Ross basically lived in the middle of nowhere and if he wanted too, he could easily hurt me.

"Really? What happened to holding me down yo?"

Rolling my eyes I stopped and turned to face him. My hand lightly clutching my hips, I hated that he just wouldn't let go.

"I'm tired of niggas like you," I shouted with no caution, a slight breeze blew and he waited for me to continue," always wanna black girl to hold you down, but never want to make her your number 1 priority!"

He seemed to wince a little as my words hit him full force. My stare penetrated deep into his soul as he began to look vulnerable. The blue Polo shirt he threw on, eased up and down along with his shorts while small beads of sweat lined his face.

"I thought... Toya your young. You don't need an old man like me making you a priority."

His voice trailed off as I glared at him. I didn't even want him to myself, he was right I was young. It just pissed me off of how quickly he threw me into that closet and left me to tend to her. Just like every other black man in my life he had left me, he had decided to choose something unfamiliar over something that was familiar to him.

"Than leave me alone."

And with that I left him to be. 25,000 dollars richer, but still my ice cold heart remained.