Be Bad For MeBy: Princess Black
She wondered if he thought that she didn’t have any money of her own. Even though she wasn’t working at the moment, Annette had enough money in her banking accounts to remain unemployed for a very long time if she wanted to, thanks to the trust fund that was released to her on her graduation courtesy of her deceased parents. When she was just four years old, her parents died in a terrible car accident while they were returning from vacation. The accident had involved an eighteen-wheeler, and the sports car that they were driving in got lodged up in some pine trees lining the interstate and burst into flames. Her aunt, who never married and could not have kids, took her in. Both of her parents had careers in the finance and investment industry and were not extremely wealthy, but still “well-to-do”. However, they always lived the life as a normal middle class family. No family member knew how wealthy they had become until their financial records were released after their deaths. Just eight months before the accident, her parents were lucky enough to have established a living will, which included a trust fund in her name. While a good portion of the insurance and investment money went to her aunt for the purposes of raising her, a big portion was also reinvested year after year and her parent’s lawyer followed their wishes of not releasing the remainder of the money until the day she graduated college. So, on her graduation day she inherited a huge lump sum. No one knew about the inheritance but her aunt and she wanted to keep it that way. She had meant to tell Anthony so many times about the inheritance, but figured that he would still want to take care of her anyway.
Anthony was placing small kisses on her neck. She liked when Anthony paid attention to her like that. It wasn’t too often that he had time to hold her in his arms. He was always so busy. Anthony wasn’t poor, either. In fact, he grew up into a wealthy family as well. His father owned over a dozen rental residential properties and several commercial properties all over Atlanta. Anthony didn’t work either. Instead, he earned money from his father by managing a few properties and the family business, when he wasn’t working part time at a local radio station. Anthony was also an aspiring rap artist. He recently finished his demo and was looking to get signed with a major record label. Over the past couple of months, he hadn’t been successful in obtaining the interests of anyone major.
His hands had moved from her waist and were now pushing the robe off her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she asked, as he nibbled on her shoulders.
“I want some, baby.”
“You want some what?” she teased.
Before she could protest he had pushed the robe completely off her shoulders and they were in a heap at her feet. She stood completely naked in front of him.
“Oooo, baby, you are so sexy,” he said, rubbing his hands over her ass and thighs.
“You’ll mess up my hair…”
“I don’t give a fuck about your hair, but I do give a fuck about fucking you.”
He turned her around and kissed her softly. She loved the way that Anthony kissed her. He was always aggressive when they kissed or had sex. She gasped when he dipped his head to lick her nipples. He grabbed both of her 34C breasts in his hands and began sucking noisily on each one.
“Okay…but try not to mess up my hair…okay?” She couldn’t help but give in as her legs began to feel weak.
Anthony backed up, pulling her over to the bed, and sat down on her duvet-covered king bed. The pink Playboy sheets were a gift from Anthony and they were her favorite sheet set. While he sucked her nipples, she reached down and unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his dick. He was so hard and erect that the his tip felt taut against her fingers. He lifted his shirt over his head, stood up, and kicked his jeans and shoes to the side. When he sat back down on the bed and leaned back on the palm of his hands for support, she already knew the routine. He wanted oral sex. This had become so predictive over the past couple of months, but she loved Anthony’s dick nonetheless. His dick was just big enough for her pussy and he knew how to work her g-spot, and sometimes if he fucked her hard and long enough, he could make her orgasm. She bent down, wrapped her fingers around his rod, and stroked up and down.