Chapter 1

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He thought he was all that, his moves so brand new. I have news for him; I have a homeboy that can bang my brains out way better than him. Though I’m sort of enjoying what he’s doing right now but I need more. I need me a new better man. I’m tired of him and my pussy is sure tired of him and his none existent sex game. When we first started dating, he was a sweet man but I think I settled for him too early. This is our third time f**king, yet he still hadn’t improved. I think he lied to me, he said he was an experienced lover, but to me, he seems like a virgin.
“How does this feel,” Christian asked.
“Oh, baby you feel real good,” I lied. My lying is probably doing him no justice, at all. But I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He is only 19 to my 27. But when I was his age, I could have sworn men new how to make my toes curl.
Usually, a young man like this would have a dick that would make me probably second guess myself, but his, let’s just say it’s not pleasurable. I think it’s about 4 inches in length, 5 at the most. I probably could deal with that, but his dick was very thin. His dick was the side of child, probably a 10 year old.
“I’m coming baby,” he said. I bet he was coming; it’s only been like three minutes since we started. Sure, he was cute and all, but I don’t think I can do this much longer. I need to have some true pleasure in my life. I hate to seem as if I’m too needed, but I desire so much more than this.
“Aaaaaaaahhhh,” I screamed at the top of my longs, just to let him feel as if he was hitting it right. He started to shake as he came in his condom.
“Oh Christian, in all my years, I have never had someone who could put it down like that.” Technically speaking, I wasn’t lying. He was by far my worst sex partner.
“I bet. So Elly, when you gonna stop tripping and suck this dick,” he said, pointing downward at his small member.
When it grows about 3 to5 more inches, I thought to myself. “I will never do that. It makes me so uncomfortable, but if you really want that, you might want to get you a new girl. Speaking of that, I won’t be seeing you again.”
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You haven’t done anything right, I thought. “I thought I rocked your world, multiple times at that. Do you have to leave me?”
“I’m sorry Christian, but this just has to be done.” I know he is not falling in love. Did he really think this was going to go on for life? Let’s lay down the facts, we always have sex in a hotel room, he dropped out of college after a month or two, he does have a part-time job, that doesn’t pay much, and he still lives at home with his momma. “Christian, I truly am sorry, but I need me something else. You were great to be around, but I must move on.”
“How can you walk away from this,” he asked pointing at his dick, once more. It took every ounce of energy in my body, not to laugh out loud. “But it’s all good, I hope you get exactly what you deserve.” I hope so, too. This was nothing but a pity thing for me, “Pity! What you mean by this was a pity thing?”
Damn it, I was thinking out loud. “Do you really want the truth?” He shook his head yeah, so I let him now. “I was trying not to let you know this because I was didn’t want to hurt you, but you f**k like a virgin. Don’t take it to heart though; all you need is some more practice. And your d–”
Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed all his clothes, put them on half way, and left the hotel room. I probably shouldn’t have slept with him to begin with; younger men are sensitive these days. Oh well, there are way more men out here.
I reached to the other side of the bed and picked up my pink panties and bra. I put them on and the rest of my clothes too. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and I looked wonderful. My light caramel skin looked luscious as it usually does. I think I need to go to the club tonight. I need some new meat, something scrumptious.
After I looked at how great I looked in the mirror, I left the room. I met up with the receptionist; there was a new one at the front desk. This one was a male, he was kind of cute. He had some nice muscles on him. He had some of the most beautiful brown eyes that I had ever seen in my life. When he looked up in my direction, he gave me an approving smile. That smile was so sexy that I could have sworn I was getting wet. His began to give me the once over, I had to stop in my stride and readjust myself. When I reached the desk, I was hit in the face with the sweet scent of cinnamon. Was it coming from him? If it was, I hope he knows that I love it.
“So how may I help you this evening,” the receptionist asked.
“Well,” I started. I looked from his neck down to his name tag, which was perfectly pinned on top of his beautiful pectorals. “I’m signing out, Mr. Jonathan Michaels. My name is Elizabeth Daniels, I was in room 419.”
“Thanks for letting us know, Mrs. Daniels,” he replied.
“Ms. Daniels,” I corrected, with a slight bit of sexiness behind it, hoping he caught on.
He smiled again, and I felt warm down there. “My apologies,” he said, “thanks for staying, we hope you return soon.” With that little ounce of advice, I strutted my way out into the parking lot.
I reached my 2006 Cobalt, and put my key into the door. Christian decided to come from the other side of the door. He looked sad, as if he spent the last twenty minutes crying. Had I hurt him that much? “Are you doing okay, Christian? Are you still mad at me?”
He shook his head no. “I know this is kinda weird of me to ask, but do you think you can take me home? My mom refuses to pick me up. I know that this may be really awkward for me to ask, but can you?”
To be kind to him, I decided that taking him home may be a good thing. He might feel better after this. “Sure, hop right on in.” I unlocked the doors, put the key in the ignition and drove off. “So where you live?”
“I live in East Estates,” he replied.
I would have never guessed that he would live over there. East Estates was a gated community, mostly rich people lived there, but it’s not really that hard to get a house there, all you really needed was a good paying job and great credit.
“So you a rich boy,” I said humorously.
He gave me a smirk, “I bet you feel bad about what you did now, don’t you?”
“No, not really. Money is not everything, you know. You have to have a connection with a person. I know its cliché and all, but money truly cannot buy you happiness.”
“As if you will know,” he said with an attitude. “That what all the poor people say to help themselves feel better.”
I laughed at the remark. “If I recall correctly, your last name is Jamison, right,” he nodded a yes. “Is your farther by chance, Aubrey Jamison, the head of the Corral & Lexington Corporation,” he looked slightly shocked, but still nodded a yes. “Well I think you should know that I’m the one who supplies the company with funds, to make a long story short, I basically own your father. You know that house you’re staying in?” I waited for a response, he said nothing. “Well that house is built on the land that I own. I own all houses in the area, to be honest.”
Christian was quiet. I guess I should have kept my mouth closed. He probably would have been better off not knowing but when you throw hard punches; you better expect a harder one to come back, so it won’t hurt as much. I looked over at Christian and he looked very sad. It does the spoiled brat some good, maybe next time he won’t jump to conclusions. Maybe he might respect the advice his elders give him, but I can only hope.
“Don’t feel so bad,” I said to try and comfort him. “I would have never been this successful, if it had not been for my father and mother.”
We reached the gates of East Estates. “It’s okay,” he said, “you don’t have to drive me in. I can walk from here.” He got out my car and ran off. It seemed as if he were crying again.
I backed up and headed home. This day was way too long. I guess I can go home and get a nap in before I go out to the club tonight.