As she got closer, she stopped in her tracks. There at the table, was Rodney. Their eyes locked and they both had the same expression on their faces.
“What are you doing here?” they both said in unison.
Everyone grew quiet. Her sister, Anissa, was the first to speak.
“How do y’all know each other?”
“We live in the same apartment complex on the same floor,” they both said.
Danisha found it annoying that they were speaking at the same time, thinking the same thing.
“It’s a small world isn’t it?” said her mother.
“Come sit down so we can eat.”
They both walked the rest of the way to the table. The only seat left was the one by Rodney. Danisha reluctantly sat down, rolling her eyes. Why the fuck was he here, she thought. It was like Anissa was reading her mind. She had a tendency of doing that.
“This is my boyfriend Roshan. Roshan this is my sister Danisha. I knew you weren’t dating anyone so I didn’t want you to feel like a fifth wheel so I asked him to bring a friend. But I guess that was a bad idea.”
“No shit, Anissa,” said Danisha.
“You watch your mouth!” exclaimed their mother.
“You may be grown but I will slap the piss out of you if you use such language around me again.”
The whole time her father sat there quietly eating. He wasn’t much of a drama man so when there was some brewing, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes down. Rodney and Roshan followed suit. They all started eating in silence. Danisha just wanted to leave. This wasn’t exactly her ideal lunch with her family. As she ate, she noticed the cologne Rodney was wearing. It was the kind that got her lower half heating up. Unbreakable by Khloe and Lamar. She shifted trying not to let the scent get to her.
“I guess I’ll be the ice breaker,” said her father.
“Danisha, how is my lovely daughter doing?”
“I’m doing good dad. Just working. You know, business as usual.”
“What business would that be?” asked her mother.
Danisha became nervous hoping that Rodney would not bring up her apparel the night before. She glanced over and saw that he too was waiting for an answer. She could see the amusement in his face.
“You guys know I don’t like to discuss my business. Just know that it and I are doing well and I’m living comfortably,” said Danisha.
“I bet. The kind of place you live in you must be really doing good,” said Anissa.
Danisha rolled her eyes and took another bite of her tuna sandwich and chips. She hated having to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with her family. The focus was always on her and what she was doing.
“Danisha, why don’t you tell us how you and Rodney met?” said her mother. Danisha glared at her in dismay and embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell her parents what their first encounter was really like.
“I was coming home from a late night at work and we bumped into each other on the elevator. We exchanged greetings and when we got out the elevator, we went our separate ways.”
“That’s it?” asked her father and Anissa.
“Well, I was tired and wasn’t really up for conversation,” Rodney finally said.
“Plus I had just moved in that morning and she was the first person I ran into that lived on my floor. She looked tired as well and I didn’t want to keep her.”
He smirked as he said that. Her blood boiled hot. She was sure they could see the steam coming out of her ears.
“Well, maybe you two should go out sometime and maybe Danisha can show you around the town,” said her mother.
“Mom…” Danisha started but was then cut off.
“In fact, Danisha, give him a tour of the house,” her mom smiled with a wide grin.
“I would love that,” said Rodney.
Danisha let out a breath and rose from the table. She threw her napkin onto her plate.
“It would be my pleasure,” she said sarcastically and walked towards the house.
“My sister can be stubborn like that sometimes,” said Anissa.
“I can see that,” said Rodney as he got up quickly and jogged after Danisha.
Once they were in the kitchen and he had closed the door, she spoke with heavy acid in her voice.
“You motherfucking bastard!” she yelled.
He gasped in shock at her tone and anger.
“You just…ugh!” she growled.
“I’m lost. The fuck is your problem?”
“The fuck is my problem? First, you fucking insult me by calling me a hooker.”
“I never said you were a hooker,” he said in defense.
“You implied it. Then you ask am I visiting someone and then was shocked when you found out I lived there. What? A black woman can’t live like a black man, or a man for that matter? I can’t have a job that affords me my penthouse and my car?”
“I get your point Danisha.”
“And now you’re at my fucking parents house, reveling in my squirming and even taking part in making it happen.”
“I said I get your point dammit!” he barked.
Danisha was taken back by his reaction. His chest was moving fast as she could feel the tension in the room rising. She turned and headed up to the foyer and up the stairs and he followed. She was pissed and he knew she was. She went into one of the guest rooms at the end of the hall and he followed closing and locking the door behind him. He quickly glanced around the room and realized how elegant it was. Then their eyes locked.
They walked quickly towards each other and embraced in a steam angry kiss. They were both pissed at each other and they didn’t even know each other. He wanted her and she just wanted to fuck and let off some steam. He took of her shirt but never looked away. She felt his arousal pressing between her legs. She caressed it and felt his hard, long, thick length. Her kitten was purring now from hunger. She needed it and she needed it now.
She undid his pants and they fell to the floor. He kicked his shoes off, along with his pants. His dick fell through the front hole of his boxers. She gasped at how big and black it was. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She quickly got on her knees and grabbed his hips. She looked up at him and smiled for he did not know what he was in for. His lips were parted and he stiffened his body as she took him completely in her mouth. He let out a groan and spread his legs to steady himself.
He put his hands on her shoulder as she slowly sucked and grazed his lengthy softly with her teeth. His breath hitched and he tensed up even more. She sucked harder now and faster taking him all the way in and then all the way out.
“Oh, fuck! I’m bout to bust!” he growled as he felt his nut and grabbed her head and thrusted in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, shit! Ah, fuck! Danisha damn!”
She felt his salty release down her throat. She took him out of her mouth and stood up and smiled. He was gasping for air as that nut took everything out of him. He smiled back.
“My turn,” he said.
He grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the bed. He pulled off her sandals and undid her pants, pulling them and her thong off. He got on top of her and kissed her hard. He kissed her neck then down to her breasts. He undid the bra from the front and gasped at how large her breast was. She felt his dick harden against her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her.
He grabbed her nipple with his teeth and sucked hard. She let out a small yelp as he took her by surprise. He then continued to kiss her down her stomach and then the insides of her thighs. He was now on his knees on the floor. As he continued to kiss both thighs he inserted two fingers in her pussy and her hips lurched. She let out a gasp and clenched the sheets.
With his free hand he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. She didn’t hear him open the packet and put the condom on. He then removed his fingers and kissed her clitoris and then forcefully attacked it with his tongue. She put her hands on his head and he grabbed the outside of each of her thighs, pulling them apart.
He inserted his tongue in her pussy and she felt how long it was. He found her spot with his tongue and flicked it with the end of it. She let out a scream as her orgasm took over her body. Her cum came rushing out and squirted all in his mouth. He continued until she pushed his head away. He wiped his mouth and stood up.
“Fuck me now!” Danisha demanded.
He smiled, climbed in between her lugs and lunged in her. She screamed an ear piercing scream.
“Shh…” he said as he smiled.
“Just fuck me,” she begged and he did as he was told.
He slammed in her as hard as he could. She felt him in her stomach. She grabbed his arms which were big and muscular and that turned her on even more. His breath was becoming heavier and he held her hips as he slammed harder and harder in her. She was moaning and digging her nails into his back.
“Oh, shit, call me daddy,” he said.
“Call me daddy,” he repeated.
“Hold on stop,” she said and he stopped thrusting.
“Call you daddy? Why?”
“I like when women call me daddy. Makes me feel superior and masculine,” he explained.
“Get out and off of me.”
“It’s my body and my pussy and because shit I fucking said so.”
He pulled out of her and rolled on side of her. She got up and started getting dressed. He watched her in confusion.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t call anyone daddy who demands it from me,” she replied.
“So you are a hooker,” he said.
“I am not a fucking hooker.”
“By the way you just sucked my dick and let me fuck you, yeah, I consider that a hooker.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as she put her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed against the wall.
“You should get dressed before someone sees you,” she said as she unlocked the door and walked out leaving it open.
He hurried and got up to close it. Back outside, everyone was laughing and having a good time.
“I’m leaving, thanks for lunch,” said Danisha as she hugged and kissed her parents and then her sister.