I just broke up with my boyfriend: the handsome Dwayne, the sex idol and cock God. Our relationship wasn't the best as we have had many confrontations, which included he hitting me so bad I had stitches, but for his cock and the sweet fucking I get from him in bed, leaving him wasn't an option. I felt sworn to him for eternity.
My name is Jasmine and I am a fresh graduate from college. I have been told a lot about how I looked bigger and more matured than my age, probably because of my curves and bust; however the case, this commitment was all I lived for; safe the bruises, cos it was also the romantic crusades and escapades we had day and night.
My boyfriend was a third year student of the university and a seasoned freelance software engineer, who also was my means of survival. He is handsome, tall, athletic and has a big cock. I on the other hand is no push over. I am voluptuous; an erotic curvy and sexy diva, with memories that will hunt me forever. For instance, the day I was in a banking hall with a stranger who cummed just after five minutes of erotically staring at my booty as I backed him, facing the teller.
But all he did was stare at me? I thought, confused, disoriented and ashamed. This and many more events led me to believe in my boyfriend and his physically abusing me as a means to keep me faithful, loyal and honest to his love.
He'd insist that I wear big shabby gowns, and also not talk to men. Whenever he sees me talking to men, he'd go days without giving me money for supplies or upkeep. I learned very quickly that talking to the opposite sex was not in the best interest of my relationship, and avoiding these agents working against my relationship must be my mission.
The time was some minutes past 8:00PM and I was out with him at the mall, having a great time, when he asked me to get some ice cream. I did, racing in my ugly overflowing gown. As I took a sharp bend, I bumped into this guy, and not realising that just beyond him was a stack of books, I slipped, losing hold of my phone and purse, I started a sharp descent, falling to the ground, unhindered. But before I fell, I felt a firm hand wrap around my chest, pressing down against my huge breasts, holding me from falling.
My heart skipped first, racing backwards in the direction of where my man stood. Fortunately he was taking stock of the groceries at the counter, unaware of this. Not wanting anything to spoil my evening, I refused eye contact Mr. Stranger.
"Hey gurl," he started, handing me my purse.
I said nothing. He meant no good, I thought to myself.
I took it from him, turned the other way without even saying thanks and raced towards the aisles where I needed to get them ice-creams. Still he approached me from behind, walking calmly and steadily, not giving up, catching up with me so easily regardless of how fast I ran.
"Ma'am," he said, handing my phone back to me.
"You didn't wait to get this," he said.
I turned back and saw my phone, the Samsung Galaxy S7. He left it on my right palm and waited for a response. I didn't give any. I just said thanks and turned around to the creamery, selected some ice creams and left, running as fast as possible away from him. Still he didn't quit, following instead.
I was lost and confused.
My boyfriend could misunderstand this situation and turn it against me, I thought, jittery and disconcerted.
I bumped into my boyfriend, unaware of the fact that I had arrived the counter.
"Baby, this man does not want to let me go," I said, with tears and fear streaming down my eyes.
He raised his gaze and looked at the attacker who now let out a gentle smile.
"Excuse me mister," my boyfriend started at him, looking him in the eyes as though asking for a confrontation.
"My bad sir," he said, calmly, retreating into the crowds.
"I didn't know she was with someone," he continued, and for the first time I looked at him, encountering an angel in the flesh; his eyes electrifying, his voice charming, his physique erotically smouldering, and his strides seductive.
I turned to my boyfriend, pleading my innocence in all this. I have seen what powers jealousy gives him, and that, I didn't want to steal all the gifts and nice time I could enjoy today. I was practically shivering, making a scene of this moment. I just didn't want an attitude of any sort. I wanted him, I wanted his faith and belief in my love for him, and yes, I wanted his cock.
"It's nothing baby," he started with a calm and steady voice, rubbing his palm against my cheek.
"This is why I insist that you wear these clothes," he continued, looking into my eyes, slowly winning my love. "The world is a wicked world and the guys out there only want you for your body. I alone want you because I truly love you and understand what you can become." He ended with a generous blush and sweet caress on my face.
"Now lets pack these things and go home. This guy can't spoil our happiness," he said, joining me to lift the several bags into the trolley.
That nailed it, I excitedly sighed. I packed up our stuffs with him and started away from the counter, pulling the trolley, truly happy that nothing rid my joy, at least that I thought.
Flashes of that stranger stalked my thoughts. While I sat in the car, beside my boyfriend, my mind flew back to him. I felt my entire being lusting after him. I thought about the firm grip of his hands and his ripped body. The sexy hair that displayed from his chest and the beards that caressed against his chin.
"Sandra," my boyfriend called my name with a loud roar, so loud I juddered where I sat, looking back at him, utterly disoriented.
"Yes baby," I stammered, turning full scale to look in his direction.
"What were you thinking about so deeply you ignored me?" He asked, juggling his gaze between the road and me. I shivered. How I handled this situation mattered.
"I was thinking about how I need to make dinner and do the laundry and come around to clean the house and take care of you," I replied hastily, hoping this wouldn't degenerate into a brawl.
He coughed, took a long look at me and then smiled, nodding slowly and taking his gaze full scale back to the road. He didn't say anything, and to me that was a relieving sign.
*******
This was almost midnight and I couldn't still look my boyfriend in the eye. He had bathed and gone into the room and I wasn't sure whether he was waiting for me or angry with me. We had dinner and saw two movies, took ice cream, had cakes and juice and listened to some of his best collections, all this while he not talking to me. He had his shorts on, the very revealing one, that one that showed his cock even in the dark of the night with all lights including the moon switched off.
Is he tormenting me? I asked, probing in thoughts.
He had this way of walking that made me wet. He did that walk every now and then throughout the night, even for stuffs that didn't require his walking. He'd stand and go to the flat screen just to check if the TV I just cleaned had gathered dust. My horny raged in me.
I had stayed out the room, just staring at the door for over one hour, not sure of what to do. I knew he was mad, but how to carry-on into the rest of the night is what I didn't know how to do. I was scared to the bone, but standing here wouldn't solve anything.
I stepped into the room, closed the door behind me and advanced towards the bed. The lights were out and the bed-sheet raised, an indication that someone, my boyfriend was under the sheets. I slowly tucked under, trying hard not to make any sound from my movement.
The light blasted on, blindingly defying the darkness.
"What exactly do you think you are doing?" He ordered, rising from the bed as though wanting to hit me. I had no response.
"You want to sleep with me, after cheating on me with that guy at the mall?" He shouted, barking with raised voice. I was confused. My heart melted.
"In the car you kept saying Jordan, while we danced you still said Jordan, and when you cooked, you just kept repeating the name Jordan." He spoke with all bitterness.
I thought hard about what that meant. I was stammering but nothing proceeded from my mouth, I raised my hands as though raising an objection, but nothing materialised from all my choreographing gestures.
"Don't deceive. You know who the Jordan is." He pounced off the bed, smashing his fist into the bed's wooden frame. I had just got off Instagram, so my phone was in my pyjamas pocket. I tried to explain that I didn't know anyone by that name.
Suddenly something clicked in me.
Jordan? That guy at the mall? I thought. It was now it started coming to me. He wore a shirt that had written boldly, 'I am Jordan and I work here'.
God, I thought to myself. I have been repeating the name written on the shirt of that guy? I didn't know how to answer this.
Thunder slapped in the heavens, an indication that it was about to rain. I still felt horny and knew that the only way out of this tunnel was the light of sex, but looking back at him, my boyfriend, and feeling the rake of his anger, I knew instantly that this wasn't the night for our long fucking.
"You have been cheating on me with him right?" He asked, waiting on a response from me. Any response. I didn't know what to say or do.
"You both were playing love in that mall and didn't expect to run into me," he continued, probing further.
"Get out of my house, it is over between us," he screamed, hitting me as he started pushing me out of the house. All I had on me was pyjamas and my phone. As the door opened I felt the chill of the rain envelope me in a freeze I really didn't need right now.
"Baby please don't do this to me," I cried, pleading as he threw me into the street. He didn't even listen to me and wouldn't even consider the weather or my fragile heart.
A flash blast of lightening happened, followed by a long series of earth wrenching thunder. I freaked out, rushing back towards him, scared from the demon thunders--but still he tossed me out of the compound, slamming the gate on me. My face bruised. Thunder blasts followed and a heavy torrential rain began. I sat on the floor crying, slowly standing to my feet and banging the gate with all the energy I could muster. I begged and cried. My pyjamas was transparent from the heavy rain. There was no resistance to the cold.
I saw the shelter of a busstop some distance from the house. Calculating my steps and how fast I had to run to escape the plunging rain, I dashed out, running as fast as I could, crying and shivering, frustrated and lonely. I came under the shelter and sat on a bench. The cool winds of the rain still made its way into the shelter, but at least it was better than standing under the rain.
My eyes felt dizzy, my face wrinkled and my hair spoiled from the rain. I slowly laid down to my side and let my eyes gently close. I felt tired and abused. I wanted to take my life; the depression crippled in through the back door. I mumbled unreasonable words that didn't make any sense as I felt my heart give up to unconsciousness. Just then a warm hand touched my waist. I juddered, although too weak to stand, I shook as I felt the warm palm run from my waist to my back, then my face, then down back to my waist.
I tried to talk, but couldn't. He lifted me up and took me out in the rain and into the back sit of his Range Rover. The warmth of the car hugged me so tight my body quickly dried. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, but as we drove from Chevron to Lekki phase one, to the Ikoyi link bridge and to Banana Island, I felt a certain urge to be with my boyfriend again climb. I cried.
The car came to a stop. The door opened and this man came out to carry me. I couldn't see his face. We had entered a large compound and from the setting, this wasn't your regular neighbourhood. As he carried me doors opened as protocols and aides stood at the sides as marines stand by the president.
He entered another quarters and I noticed not much official presence littered here. He laid me on a wooden bed at an extension, some sort of balcony just outside the room. He got some water and cleaned me from head to toe. As he washed me I felt my sexual urge climb. At a point I held back his hand. I was wet but didn't want him to see this vulnerability. But he cleaned me, still washing from the bowl he brought. He treated my face with methylated spirit and bandaged my feet, the one that was hit by my boyfriend's gate. He took out my phone and changed my clothes. As his hands caressed my breasts I felt my nipples swell. I moaned.
Lifting me back to the bed in the room, I for the first time since the rain saw the face of the man who helped me from the rain. The same guy I met at the mall.
"My name is Jordan and we met today at my mall, I own that mall," he started, ending with a light chuckle, turning on the light to full brightness from the dim shades that was formerly set and losing the heavy jacket he initially put on.
You own the mall? That mall is yours? I thought deeply, asking myself questions that obviously had already been answered.
He smiled, waiting on me to confirm this detail. His smile was magical, so was his charisma and handsome look. He was more handsome than I thought, motioning across the room with so much swag I didn't know if this was a joke, a dream or some prank.
He dashed out briefly then returned with a plate of warm soup and water. He set it on the table beside the bed and started towards helping me up.
"A gurl this beautiful should not be at the mercy of a beast," he started, setting me up to now rest on the backrest of the bed. He fed me the first scoop of soup, and I must confess, it tasted good.
"Twice a week I had to endure the shabby treatment this boyfriend of yours meted to you, and even though I wanted to save you, I just couldn't, cos anything I do puts your life at the risk of battery. Until today, when I told myself whatever gotta happen gotta happen."
He gave me another scoop of soup and dabbed the spill that stained my lips with paper towel. I felt tears soak in my eyes and took a heavy breath as I stayed my gaze on his face. I didn't know love this pure was ever real.
"I planted a malware in your phone when you left it with me and stayed up all night waiting for you to step out of the house. When you did, I knew something was wrong, especially noting that you stepped out in this heavy rainfall. You don't need a beast to ruin your life."
As he continued I watched his lips and studied his face. I felt his charm call out my horny and no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't hide my wetness from him. For a moment all I heard was him calling me to his cock. I couldn't resist his sexiness, his unconscious seductions, and before he could put the third spoon of soup to my mouth, I pulled him to myself and kissed him so much I felt the shock in him look back at me.
Was I going to be modest? Not today. I answered in my thoughts.
I pulled his trouser, unleashing the beast in me unto him. I unzipped the trouser and pulled out his cock.
Gosh! This is not your regular NEPA pole. I thought to myself. This guy has a whole Iroko tree in his pants. I still couldn't come to terms. His cock was slowly becoming erect, but at this point was longer than seven inches; and not erect? I thought. I couldn't hold this monster cock with a single hand, because of how fat it was. I remembered my boyfriend.
I began sucking his cock. I could feel his heart pace increase. His moaning too started crying. His moan was so seductive that for every moan my libido climbed further. He pressed my breast with his firm grip and I also cried in response, freezing for a moment from sucking his cock. I did't realise I was biting on the cock until he cried, hitting me gently, a reminder that I was tormenting his monster king.
My phone had been ringing but I wasn't aware. There was over thirty missed calls and just as I attempted to check who was calling, it began ringing again. I looked at the caller ID and it was my boyfriend. My eyes met Jordan's and I took the phone in my hand, picked the call and attempted to speak. But he beat me to it.
2:45 AM
"Where the hell are you," he started on the other side of the phone, speaking with raw anger.
I was used to this nature. He would roar and I'll tremble. He would command and I'll respond to his will.
"You must return this night or I will kill you. How dare you..."--
"How dare I what?" I interrupted him with raised voice. I just couldn't take this anymore. I felt my voice shivering. I have never done this before.
"For over three years you have abused me, you have tormented me, you have killed me," I started, crying out of frustration, bitterly avenging on him for the many sad nights I have spent crying, and the emotional abuse I have had to carry with a face full of fake smile.
"Don't ever call me again," I said. "Don't even confront me anywhere on or offline. If you see me on the streets, ignore me, because from today I refuse to be yours. I refuse to take any abuse from you from now and forever. I am my own woman and I have my own life, my own love and my own happiness."
I cut the call, switched off the phone and cried. Jordan brought me to himself, patted me on the back and kissed me so intensely I wanted the fuck so badly. He laid me on the bed, covered me with the duvet, adjusted the AC and comforted me with soothing words. I felt spoiled, but the libido wouldn't go. As he stood, adjusting his pants and wanting to go, I held him back, grabbing him by the cock and locking him in a long gaze. He returned to the bed, spread my legs and entered me, slowly thrusting his huge cock into my wet pussy. I moaned. As he fucked I received him, encouraging him to go harder and dig deeper. He just didn't want to let me go, so was I, refusing to let him go. I wanted a future with him and from how he addressed me afterwards, I was sure he also wanted a future with me.
** The images used in this fiction is a property of the public domain. Dez Bryant.
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