Mr Wrong......Broken Wings Part 2

I adored the pants off him and I didn’t know how to tell him, he was unique, he was different and he wasn’t available. Femi summarised much, he never let anything become a big deal, he wasn’t controlling but he was in control and that was what a woman craved more than anything, a man in control. He was Bond; however in his case he was never shaken nor stirred. He was Bruce Banner powerful in thought and deed but never turning green with envy. He was Tony Stark, loved his toys, he was one of the boys but he never allowed them to cloud his desire for the truth to always rise he defended stuff out of the need for truth. He was a different man from the ones that made us hate all men.

Bad boys aint no good

Good boys aint no fun

Lord knows that I should

Run off with the right one

Femi and I had bumped into each other at the most random of places, wine tasting events, car events, movie premiers, airport lounges, places I almost never met any Nigerian man but then he wasn’t Nigerian in the sense. From a humble background he had managed to make a lot of himself and it was all him, no daddy no mommy no uncle nothing. He was the kind of man you knew could make you comfortable mentally because it would always be alright.

Ok enough about him, this is about me, how I feel dammit! After seeing him at the club on Kings Road it was definite I needed to see him again. He'd come with his angels, a bunch of old girls friends some married some not but all who hovered around him like he was honey and they were bees, every woman liked him and I wondered how many had tasted him. He knew what to do, how to do it and the right moment to choose to do it. He wouldn’t talk at times but his silence said a lot and we all got the "memo" as he puts it when there’s not much to say he lived by music; he always said “you say the best when you say nothing at all”, typical line from a song guy he was. There I go talking about him again when this is supposed to be about me.

After the last time I saw him I promised that the next time I would talk, I had to; we had danced at Bar Rumba and he held me close, I knew one thing for sure, I was going to fuck his brains out and he won’t need to beg for this cooch! I was dripping without him even struggling. Id once heard Abi say "he does things to you", she described one evening when she was down on luck and he kept her company in the yard while the rest of us were getting wasted.

Her words "he lit the blunt, took a few drags, passed it to her and in one movement drew her close, without taking a drag, she was high on him and she swore to rape him......I’m absolutely sure I know how she feels.

Working in the same building was a stroke of luck even I couldn’t have hoped for. His contract had ended, he got a short term offer in Santandar and poof, and he was within touching distance. I could have sworn even the gods wanted this to happen! Seeing him from afar walking back in from a cigarette break my legs failed me and I was in shock, I tripped over my heels and there was that scene all females wished never happen, my 6 inch number was from Chalany and they held well however they couldn’t hold me up when I saw him. He'd seen what happened and walked over like the quintessential gentleman he was, walked through my group of friends and lent me a hand up. Playboy just had to do that didn’t he; he just had to be my knight in shining armour.

Me and Mr Wrong get along so good

Even though he breaks my heart so bad

We got a special thing going on

Me and Mr Mister Wrong

Even if I try, no, I never could

Did I mention he also lived close by? He drove past and saw me at the bus stop waiting for the bus to Canning town, slowed down called my cousin at 7.15am to get my number!! Who does that!!! He got his wish, my number…. and he called....his words "Hey Kat, need a ride?” 

I hopped in and my life after was never the same. I’d met men but this was a real man! His life was too simple, he never held anything to heart, he never pushed you for anything, his theory, if you really want to do this for me, you would. He cooked, he cleaned, and he hugged you just right, just right.

I was aching for the kiss to happen and when it did I dived in! I’d had a few drinks and the need for him was tearing me apart, I’d made up my mind to ask him in and basically use my assets to get him. For fuck sake I was moist every time I saw him, what else do I need? This wasn’t going to be love, I couldn’t love him, he wasn’t available....ok maybe he was for this brief period. I wasn’t seeking a man; I didn’t mind having him for now, just for now.

After drinks it was obvious I was going to need a ride home from him, the rest of the guys had left, my girls made a bee line to London Bridge and I asked him where he parked (Silly billy like him, he hated the tube and always drove to the C zone, I never got it but tonight I’m happy we have a car to be alone in.

Once we got in I said a zillion things, none of which I could remember, he just smiled and mumbled a lot. We were perfect actually, I spoke he listened and he mumbled a few words from time to time. 

Once we got to my place, I was reluctant to get out, I kept the gist on, Id placed my hand on his lap and shoulder a few times hoping he would just take me or something. I wasn’t fragile; Femi for Pete’s sake put me out of my misery. I was like a scuba diver seeking a pearl and he was definitely in need of air after we were done. 

He had apparently been thinking the same thing; problem was he didn’t want to push his luck. Imagine that! Other men would have even tried to grope but the gentleman in him wasn’t keen on pushing it. After 5 minutes of hearing me babble on he'd asked if I was going to go to work early tomorrow, I was like yea, might as well and all then he leaned in to hug me goodnight, in doing this our body’s came together. This was all it took to light up the atmosphere in his car, I heard him say 

"Fuck it" and his lips were on me. Little did he know I’d been waiting for that kiss since the first time I met him, he was too unique not to be tasted.

His lil Jap slanted eyes twinkled, he asked if he could come in. I thought nigga if you dare go now I will kill you! We went in and as I dropped the house keys on the ledge beside the door I felt my waist being drawn back into his groin, he was hard, I was practically dripping cum, I’d never been so turned on it was eclectic. If anyone had told me his patience extended to sex Id have never believed it, he was a gentle man as well as a gentle but an “in charge lover”. After grinding me for a while all the while nibbling on my ear he decided to turn me round allow me face him but only for a reason, he wanted me naked, who was I to say no.

He took my blouse and peeled it off like it wasn’t meant to be there, my bra was unhooked in a motion that could only be from the Last Airbender and suddenly I was there with my skirt dropped onto my heels and the VS knickers seemed like they were there to waste time! He took everything off but made me keep the heels, kinky so and so! He sat me down and looked into my eyes as if to say, get ready for the ride, I didn’t imagine what was coming next, I couldn’t, I’d never been with someone had so much attention to detail but Femi was different. He popped a nipple into his mouth in a motion that has left a stain on mu couch till today, I squirted. He plucked it pulled lightly and was swirling it in his mouth, tongue flat pressed on it while his mouth enclosed my areola. He had his other hand cupping my left breast up and pressing it flat as if he was holding it in place. I was shaking and he was working me like a BMW. I didn’t know when his hand went lower. He dug down and peeled up the lips of my pussy while plucking out my bean as if he put it there! This bastard was experienced and it was friggin’ obvious I was going to get a whole lotta lovin', I had never been so found out it was amazing and I loved it. I couldn’t imagine how a man could multi task, from my breasts to my clit, and then he did the most magical thing, cupped my butt cheeks put his lips on me and ate me. I’d heard from a lot of black men that they don’t dive in but he took me out! I was dizzy from cumming, I’d been hollow for so long a tongue in me was tearing me apart I wanted his dick, he was making me wait, he made me wait. I reached for his head and pressed it closer, I needed him to eat deeper, I needed something to touch me so deep Id scream! How could he know what I want, I wanted so bad to be penetrated but his tongue was giving me the high of a lifetime? I had to fight him to get his belt off, it was enough. I couldn’t take the punishment anymore. Reaching into his boxers for his dick was an experience. It was like I was begging for it in my own friggin house I needed him and he made me beg literally! We went ahead with a 69 and oh was it awesome. My living room had a glass wall and I could see myself being eaten, trust me if you haven’t seen your own cum face, you should. I took enough time to lick from tip to shaft, treated his wood like I owned it and I was enjoying him teasing my clit while one finger was inside me. I wanted him inside me so bad I was shaking, I was ready, my ass was clenching my body was in awe of his experience all I wanted was for him to come meet his new friend, my cooch. Bummer; Femi had no condoms.

When he put that loving on me, I can't think of nothing

That'll make me walk out

I'm holding on

I love my Mr Wrong

He be kissing and touching on me

I can't help but love him

I must be out my mind

For going so strong

I love my Mr Wrong

Bastard how could you make me wait! I was ready, I was willing, you were able how could you not have any condoms, what man has no condoms ready!!! AS IN WHAT THE FUCK!

He told me to calm down, "I got this" he said. I wasn’t pleased, I wanted him and I was fading. He picked me up, held me close and kissed me. There’s nothing more hard to pacify than a bitch on heat, this nigga knew his way around woman (Have I said that already?) He kissed the anger out of me, slight to no tongue, just used it to graze my teeth, peeled at my lips and in the words of my gateman in Lekki, he "did me strong thing"!

He placed his dick at the mouth of my vagina and in a flat form like a sausage in a bun, I went wild, I was riding his body even with his dick outside it felt so good, I came for the 4th time that night with his cum flowing over my groin and stomach, passing out with all our body juices dripping on the couch was easy. I couldn’t do anymore, I wanted to play and please him a lot more but that would have to wait. 

I smelt the weed from the back garden, that was what woke me up, typical Femi, he'd found coffee, mixed himself a blend and in an early autumn my Femi was smoking and drinking coffee from my kitchen in my back yard.

Wait did I just call him mine?

To Be Continued.......