Applying Pressure

by Shvonne Latrice

I took Ocean in as Kinley talked. The man was gorgeous, with chocolate skin, perfect teeth that I could see from here when he chuckled a bit at something his friend had said, and broad ass shoulders that told me he was definitely killing some shit on the field. Just from comparing his shoulder height to the nigga seated next to him, I could tell he was quite tall.

I watched closely as the hostess delivered the champagne bottle with the note I’d sent. She pointed my way, so I smiled and waved in the most professional manner I could muster up. Ocean didn’t smile back, however. He gripped the neck of the bottle and just stared at me, like he was taking me in. The nigga stared so long that I eventually looked away.

“Aight, Myomi, I like you. I think you beautiful as fuck. I want you. I would like to get ya number so I can call you on some personal shit, not work.” “I have a man—” “I heard you the first time, baby. When I just asked for ya number, though, I thought you’d catch on to the fact that I didn’t give a fuck. Ya man is irrelevant, especially since you in the club with no ring on ya fucking finger. Now I can get ya number willingly, or I can get it another way.” Excuse me?

In fact, every relationship I’d had prior to this one had ended because of their infidelities. I didn’t know what it was about me or how I was as a girlfriend, but every nigga I’d been with felt the need to step out sooner or later. I couldn’t lie, it took a punch to my self-esteem, but I had to remember that a cheating ass nigga was gonna cheat, no matter what type of woman you were. My mother told me long ago a lot of the right women found themselves with the wrong men, and nothing they did would keep him in line.

“Some mouthwash, toothpaste, a travel brush, and some condoms?” She frowned, pulling each item up before dropping it back down into the bag. “And you lucky you got that.” I tossed her dress at her.

“I’d actually like to see you make that happen.” She slipped around me when they called her name for her drink. Walking up behind her and placing one arm around her body, I spoke against her ear. “Make sure you answer when I call, and make sure you cum real hard for me when I’m eating ya pussy by next week, aight?”

“Who was that?” he asked as we trekked it out to the parking lot of the hotel. “My future wife,” I replied. “Nigga, what?” He frowned, genuinely shocked and making a nigga chuckle. “Since when did you want a wife?” “Since I met her pretty ass. You saw her.” I licked my lips at the thought of her hips, pretty ass skin, and lips.

I needed this woman like I needed the air to breathe. The shit took me by surprise too. No bitch had ever made me feel shit, and I’d run across a plethora of bad bitches. It was something about Myomi though. From the moment I laid eyes on her ass in the club, it was like God told me that was my wife and I needed to do whatever the fuck it took to make His will come to fruition.

I just didn’t fucking understand. I was a good woman, I was beautiful, I knew damn well I was good in bed, my body was top tier, and I had my own money. Yet, every man I encountered found some reason or another to cheat on me. Actually, there was never a reason. Anytime I tried to get one, they would always shrug or be speechless, eventually saying they didn’t know why they did it. It was a surprise my self-esteem was as intact as it was.

As I got closer, only then did I notice one-hundred-dollar bills neatly wrapped around each flower. Seeing all of that money and all of these damn roses told me exactly who this was: Ocean Pendrell.

You sounded a little down on the phone so hopefully a nigga made ya day. - O.

“Because I like her, and I know that’s the woman for me.” I took a sip of my drink as the waiter brought Travie his. Once she left, he asked, “Why not just walk up to her?” “I did that. She a hard one to break. She not falling for the usual shit. I gotta work a bit harder for this one, and I’m willing to do it.

“Damn,” I mumbled, following behind her. My eyes were glued to the plumpness of her ass, causing a nigga to have to clasp his fingers together so I wouldn’t grab on the shit. The day I got that pussy, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t nut in under five minutes. I knew it was wet. She looked like she had some splash on her.

person.” “Ocean.” “Myomi.” “I know what you’re doing, and understand while I do find you attractive, I’m not in a place to date. My ex and I only recently broke up, as you know, and I think it’s best I stay the course and only focus on my career.” “That’s not gon’ work for me.” She chuckled, clearly taken aback.

“I need you,” I blurted, coming up behind her as she stood facing her desk. “I want you, too.” I spoke lowly against her neck before pressing my lips to it. I couldn’t help the shit. “Ocean, no.” She moaned softly as my hand traveled up the front of her thigh, heading up her black skirt. “Move.”

It wouldn’t be long before Myomi was mine. This shit was more difficult than I was used to, though, so I’d have to turn the heat up a bit on her ass.

“You beautiful, of course, but something about ya spirit, baby. It’s comforting. That shit was magnetic first time I laid eyes on you.” He glanced from the road to me. “Something about you had me wanting to be around you forever, and that’s what I’m trying to do. You fighting it though.”

“I won’t be damaging shit. If anything, I’ll be repairing, making that shit better. I think you know the shit too. Trust ya gut, baby. Give yourself more credit.” He pecked the corner of my mouth.

bitch. That’s why yo’ ass be out here doing dirt,” I said. “Man, fuck you. It ain’t always about the outside. Sometimes personality is what you should look for.” Standing, I replied, “I look for both. I’ll be damned if I’m waking up every morning to a grizzly bear in a Velcro wig. But do you, patna.” I started for the door, snickering a little bit as Travie talked shit to my back.

“Of course. You think a nigga is playing when I say I want you? That means every part of you, including ya peace of mind.”

squinted my eyes out of suspicion. “My pride can never be bruised, for one. Secondly, I wouldn’t be going out of my way and all this shit for such a small ass reason. I see you for what you are, and I want in, baby. It’s that simple.”

After lunch with Myomi, I was feeling her pretty ass even more. But at the same time, shit wasn’t moving fast enough for me. She was still too hesitant, still too reserved, and I needed to break that shit. The kiss we shared was supposed to end with me deep stroking her fucking walls until she was either climbing mine or paralyzed. My dick had never been as hard as it was on the fucking beach.

“Let me take you out on a real ass date, Myomi. Not no fucking lunch, not a meeting, but a date.” “Ocean, no.” I shook my head and started to scoot out of the booth. He placed his large hand on top of mine and said, “This is the last time I’m gon’ ask yo’ ass before I force the shit upon you.”

“You may lie.” She half smiled, turning her body to me fully. “Only a scared man lies, and I ain’t scared of much. I only fear God.” I polished off my drink. “Go ’head.”

“Yeah, I do remember you now. My bad.” I nodded then looked at Devon. “She not worth it, bruh. She threw up when my dick hit the back of her throat, and her pussy felt like a nigga threw a quarter in a wishing well. But do you.” I gripped his shoulder then patted before slipping around them both. “Pick ya jaw up,” I told her as I walked off.

“What?” She giggled softly. “You know you gon’ be my fucking wife, right?”

A person who pleads on someone’s behalf

“That nigga is in love with you. Why you didn’t tell me that shit? I would’ve never agreed to meet his ass.” “He is not.” Her forehead creased, and I could tell she was serious. “Please tell me you fucking with me. It’s obvious as hell that nigga wants to be with you.” “I have known Royal for years, and I’ve been single some of those years, yet he’s never made a move.” “’Cause he pussy. Pussy niggas don’t make moves. They can’t. You better hope you know that nigga better than I do, ’cause if he threatens what the fuck we trying to do here, it ain’t gon’ be good for him.” I kissed her temple just before we entered the dining room.

“This shit is sopping, baby. Let me in that shit; you feel me knocking.” He pressed his rock-hard crotch against me. And I did feel it. Reaching behind me, I pushed at his basketball shorts, signaling for him to go ahead.

“This is too much, Ocean.” I grinned. “We already had sex, but you’re pulling out all the stops like you’re trying to get some.” “I am trying to get some, but for the rest of my fucking days. And just so you know, this is how I treat my woman. This ain’t a ploy to get some,” he stated, looking me over seriously. “I could get used to this. But you sure you want me getting used to it?” “I do.”

“I’m allowing myself to trust you, even though it’s been hard for me to do. Every boyfriend that I’ve had has been unfaithful to me, making me wonder if I just don’t know how to pick them.” “Maybe yo’ ass don’t know how to pick ’em.” I shrugged, holding her tightly as she looked up at me in shock, mouth agape. “I’m serious. You shouldn’t be picking any fucking way. The Bible states a man who finds a wife finds a good thing; let that man find you while you sit pretty.”

Smile or gesture in an affectively coquettish

“So what’s your answer, Mr. Pendrell?” I asked once his dick slid out of my mouth. “I’ll go wherever the fuck you want me to, Miss Ford.” “Nice doing business with you.” I reached up to shake his hand, still on my knees.

“Well, Aja, I’m not worried about that, because we’ve been fucking around for quite some time now, and I can assure you, he isn’t going anywhere. However, you need to take your ass back to your table before you’re not able to walk anywhere.” Myomi faked a smile as Aja’s jaw dropped open slightly.

“I swear on everything I love, that bitch was lying. Once I had my eyes and heart set on you, that’s all a nigga has been focused on. My dick don’t even get hard for another female. I want you. I got it bad for yo’ ass, and I won’t allow you to fuck our shit up over an insecure ass female or them hoe ass niggas from your past. When I tell you I’m never letting you go, I mean that shit.” I kept strong eye contact through the mirror.

Naked as the day we were born, he threw me down onto the bed in the low lit bedroom that smelled of some kind of potpourri. I liked it. “Damn, Kinley.” He sort of surveyed my body as he lowered down, putting my thighs over his shoulders. Kissing the inner area, he whispered, “You know how long I been wanting to eat yo’ pussy?”

Sorry about the other night. You know you the only fucking one that means anything to me. - Ocean.

I’d never had sex with a man who wanted every part of my body. There wasn’t a place Ocean’s mouth didn’t graze, lick, suck, or kiss. I probably had so much cum in my body that he and I were probably related at this point. He was just straight up nasty, and now I had to tell Kinley she was absolutely right that getting your ass ate was amazing.

“I like you, Myomi. We’re close friends, which is the best way to start a successful relationship. You’re beautiful. I’d like to think I’m handsome. So why have you never given me a chance?”

“You’ll understand this shit more when you run into a woman you want. As the man of the relationship, you dictate the mood of yo’ fucking relationship, and I’ll be damned if exes, homeboys, and loose pussy thots come in between me and my baby. Handle the shit.” I stood up.

I loved a pretty bitch that let me do whatever to her, and that was Myomi. I never heard the word ‘no’, and shit, vice versa. I’d licked a many of places on her body that had another female even mentioned, I probably would have slapped the shit out of her for insulting a nigga.

I just couldn’t see Brandon getting on one knee and asking anyone to marry him. “No, he did not tell me. In fact, he told me he had issues with commitment, which I guess wasn’t a complete lie.” “No, I guess not.” She exhaled, rubbing her large stomach and glancing off.

“I want you to know I would do anything to protect you and keep you happy.” “I know. Thank you.” I looked up at him before his lips met mine. Minutes later, I was in his lap, bouncing on his dick to rid the day away.

“I love yo-you, Oc-Ocean!” I stammered as my pelvis contracted from me releasing on him, just as he came inside of me. Lowering himself onto me, he replied, “I fucking love you too.” Yeah, I was gonna love it here.

When she finally turned to leave, he said, “Aye, one question.” “Yes, Mr. Pendrell?” Her nostrils flared, and her lips were clipped tightly together. “You got any of them strawberry candies in ya purse? I don’t know where to buy them muthafuckas, but I know all the old hoes keep ’em on deck.”

With Kinley, I naturally held her hand, massaged her feet and limbs, took her out, randomly gave her flowers, or brought her lunch to work. I talked about the future and what I wanted out of life. All the shit I swore to Carsyn that just wasn’t in my DNA as a street nigga.

“Here you go, my love.” She set mine on the table in front of me, then did the same for hers. She planted herself next to me, and as soon as we finished praying, I leaned over to kiss her ass passionately. My eyes locked with hers as I realized some shit; this was the woman I wanted and there wasn’t shit I could or would do to change that.

Finally giving me his attention, he said, “When I date, it usually takes me a minute to feel like this for somebody. That hasn’t been the case with you, and I’ve tried to slow shit down on my end but it ain’t working, and to be honest the shit is scary.

“No, I don’t find it weird.” She set her glass down on my nightstand then took my hands into hers. “Kinley, Travie is a man from the hood, and one who likes you. I’m sure he was fed up with Brandon’s ass, just like I am and you should be. So he reacted like a hood nigga would. Now if you want a man who is all buttoned up and only talks things out, get you one. But that man is not Travie. He handles shit with his fists and a gun.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Pendrell.” I smiled. “How about you make me a plate instead of trying to have conversation? Do what God put you on this earth for, darling,” he grumpily replied.