Loving Cino

“TURN AROUND!”  Screamed thirty-four-year-old Daria Carr.  “HE’S RIGHT THERE!” screamed thirty-six-year-old Carline Watson.  I removed my face from my bowl of popcorn and looked at the tv my older sisters where screaming at.  I am twenty-four-year-old Ramona Williamson.  “THERE!  RIGHT THERE!”  Daria screamed making me shake my head in annoyance.  I wanted to sleep but they insisted on making me watch this movie with them.    “You get he can’t hear you right?”  I scolded earning an aggravated smirk from Daria.  “Oh really?  I thought he was sitting next to me eating all of the popcorn!  PASS THE DAM BOWL!”  I tossed the bowl in her direction.  She caught it and sat back with it.  “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DROWN IT IN BUTTER?”  “HOW ELSE DO YOU EAT POPCORN!?”  “WITH LIGHT BUTTER!”  “NOBODY’S ON A DIET BUT YOU!”  “WHICH IS WHY I NEED POPCORN WITH LIGHT BUTTER!”  “YOUR GOING TO GAIN FIFTEEN POUNDS FROM HOLDING AND SNIFFING ALL MY POPCORN WITH THE EXTRA BUTTER!”  She looked at me and took a handful of popcorn and stuffed it in her mouth and angrily chewed while staring at me.  “Oh my God!  This is really good!”  She said grabbing another handful making Carline roll on the couch laughing.  “I know right!  Talking about some damn light butter!  You better hush your mouth.”  Daria smiled at me and threw a kernel at me.  I picked up the pillow and tossed it at her. I jumped off the couch and ran around the couch with Daria chasing me with the pillow.  I glanced at Carline who was laughing so hard she fell on the floor, which made me laugh and collapse beside her.  Daria hit me with the pillow before she landed beside me laughing.  I laid in between my sisters laughing and catching my breath.  Our attention shifted to my phone which was beeping indicating I had a text message.  I rolled over Daria, making her scream, and crawled to my phone. I grabbed my phone and swiped up and entered my pin number to reveal the text message. “Come outside.”  It read.  I looked at the sender which was Kevin.  I glanced back at my sisters who were screaming at the tv again before I got up, grabbed my keys, slid into my flip flops, and walked outside.  I walked up to the silver Benz with dark tint parked behind my red Pontiac grand prix.  The driver’s window rolled down letting out a deep voice.  “Get in.”  I walked to the passenger side of the car and slid inside.  The aroma and a cloud of m*******a hit me in the face. I lifted my hand to wave the cloud of smoke away from me but was intercepted by a pair of lips and roaming hands.  Before I knew it, we were across town, at his house, in his bed.  I laid in the middle of the bed with him on top of me holding on to him. Oh my God he’s making that face again, I thought watching twenty-year-old Kevin George thrust around on top of me.  I laid there and watched his handsome face scrunch up and his pearly white teeth roared out of his juicy brown lips.  I couldn’t help but c**k my head to the side watching in amusement as his body convulsed against mine.  His dark brown eyes rolled in the back of his head and he let out the funniest moan I had ever heard before in my life.  As many times as I heard this noise, I never got use to it.  It killed me every time.  I closed my eyes to keep from laughing but we both knew it was going to happen anyways.   I felt his sweat drowning my skin.  His strong hands squeezed and held my thighs around him as he panted breaths of air in my face.  I slowly slid my hands up his sweaty arms to his shoulder and gave him a gentle shove.  I wanted him off me so I could get up and leave.  Instead of getting up, he began kissing my neck.  “Are you ready for more?”  Was his question to me.              I opened my eyes and looked at him.  He was a talented basketball player in the NBA.  He stood six foot one and weighed in at a hundred and eighty-one pounds.  I met him about a year ago before he turned pro at a college party.  I was drunk and in need of a male companion and he was trying to score with two cheerleaders from his team who were far more drunk than I.  He did not even look my way.  I was five foot seven and on the chubbier side, but I had a beautiful thick hourglass shape.  So how did I end up with him and they didn’t?  I walked or stumbled up to him and stood in between him and the girls.  All he did was smirk at me and watched me as I leaned into his lap making sure my hands were close to his manliness.  I put my lips close to his ear and made sure my eager breast rubbed against his chest.  He sat there giving me his full attention waiting for me to speak.  I opened my mouth to speak but only let out a gentle breath against his ear making him stand at attention.  He finally turned his face to me, and I was able to stare deep into those deep dark brown eyes.  “Let’s f**k now.”  Was all I whispered to him.  He sat there in shock watching my every move.  I let my lips gently braise his before I stood and walked away.  I half walked and half staggered down the hall to an empty room.  I sat on the bed and awaited my prey to enter the room, which was two seconds later.  He closed and locked the door behind him, and we acted worse than porn stars that night.  Since then we f****d whenever we could, which was basically all the time.             “I am always ready.”  Was my response to him.  He smiled and laid back as I climbed on top of him and his still hard erection.  Did I love him?  Hell no, I didn’t even like him.  I just liked the size of his tool.  Even after a year of us messing around with each other it was so hard for him to fully satisfy me sexually.  Most of the time I did not finish before he would tap out.  After a year, he finally learned that the only way for him to satisfy me was to let me be on top, otherwise we’d go round after round trying to satisfy me.  The fact that he wanted me to finish on round two meant he had other plans for the night which was cool with me.  I didn’t want to spend time with him anyways.  He was probably going to go snort coke with his boys afterwards.  I didn’t care.  I only wanted one thing from him.             I held onto his chest and dug my hip against his making him hold my hips and grind into me.  I lost myself in our euphoria and I was almost at my peak.  I couldn’t help but close my eyes making him sit up and deepen his thrust.  “Look at me.”  He panted.  Don’t start this s**t, I thought laying my head on his shoulder and holding onto his strong arms.  My legs began squeezing his hips tighter and tighter, I was almost about to c*m.   “OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT ME!”  He growled making my eyes pop open.  “That is so sexy!”  I said looking at him making him smile.  “Growl like that again.”  I begged.  He licked my chin then lips and stared into my eyes.  “Have my baby.”  He growled making everything stop.  This is what I’m talking about right here.  I stood up and looked down at his throbbing erection which was soaked in my juices and about to explode.  “You took off the rubber?”  I asked making him smile again.  “I don’t know why you are acting like that.  We’ve been f*****g for a whole year now.  You are my girl.”  I stared at him for a moment wondering whether to punch him or slap him.  I couldn’t decide so I just got down on the floor.  “What are you doing?”  He asked watching me hunt for my underwear.  I found them under his jeans and slipped into them.  “RAMONA!”  He barked watching me jump into my jeans.  I ignored him and threw my bra and shirt on.  That’s when he jumped off the bed and grabbed me by the throat.  He shoved me against the wall and held me there.  I stood there staring into his raged filled eyes.  “Why the f**k are you leaving me?”  He growled again making me wetter.  Why the f**k is that so sexy?  I asked myself ignoring his question.  “TALK TO ME!”  I couldn’t help but smirk at him which pissed him off even more.  “What’s wrong with you having my baby?”  He asked.  I stood there looking at him like he had lost his mind.  Do not get me wrong, I wanted kids more than anything.  My thing was I was only going to have babies with the man of my dreams, which was not him. I was single and not trying to get locked down by anyone right now.  I had to get through school and establish my career.  In the meantime, I was just having fun.  I belonged to no one.  I just needed someone to satisfy me.  “RAMONA!”  He screamed at me making me laugh.  Why did I do that?  He hated to be laughed at.  Before I knew it, I was flying across the room, over the bed and into the wall.  I jumped to my feet just in time for him to grab me by the shoulder and throw me onto the dresser and hold me.  My reaction was to hold his arms and push him away with my legs.  He slipped in between my legs with his erection stabbing into my stomach.   “ARE YOU GOING TO TALK NOW?!”  I watched his nose flare with angry breaths against my face which let me know he snorted before I arrived.  Every hair on my body stood up in fear.  I couldn’t speak only stare at him wondering how I was going to get myself out this mess.  “SPEAK!”  He roared again.  The fear began fill my eyes and a tear escaped and landed on his arm.  That seemed to make him snap.  He reached to try and choke me, but I held his arms and used my feet to shove him away.  He stumbled backwards over the bed and I fell to my knees on the floor.  I quickly jumped up as he charged at me.  I jumped out the way and ran towards the door.  I reached out to open the door but was stopped by Kevin snatching me by my hair.  He threw me on the bed and attempted to jump on top of me.  I panicked and jumped off the bed and ran through the window.        I covered my face with my arms as glass shattered and cut threw my body.  Thank God we were on the first floor.  When I felt my feet hit the grass, I ran full speed out the back yard and down the alley until I got to the street.  My fear filled me and I didn’t look back, I just kept running for my life..