Havoc I

Four

The tension between Mia and Germaine was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Nothing was being said, no one was receiving love. Only thing that came out of their mouths were dry, one word responses. She had her shut him out entirely since the dinner party, and likewise on his part. His gut was telling him that she knew everything, and he couldn't even stomach it. But he would do what any man would in his position, deny until they believe it. Germaine would spend hours in his office everyday to avoid her. It was his way of letting her know, he was clearing his head. He didn't have to be anything other than himself. He was a boss, and he needed to get shit done. He sent his men to check on his spots throughout the city, for pick ups, drop offs, and even handling some business for the legit side of things. He couldn't stay in here for much longer though. The pit in his stomach really bothered him because he hated when him and Mia were at odds. He wasn't at the top of his game if the woman he poured everything into didn't want to be bothered with him. Deep in his thought he didn't even hear her creep down the steps, she stood in the door frame with her arms crossed. She looked at him softly, like she hadn't seen him in a while, her wild curls all over her face, nipples a bit stiff because he always liked it a little cool in the house, shorts that barely covered the bottom of her plump ass. "You've been in here all day...Is that your plan? To hide from me all day?" Mia slowly tip toed to the royal blue couch and wrapped the oversized cover around her that rested over the back. Germaine didn't even lift his head to answer her. "I'm handling business." His eyes met hers briefly but he placed them back on the papers in front of him. "Can it wait?" She pleaded with him. "Not this time. I got money to make, you know how I am." Germaine was giving her the cold shoulder, not because he had any reason to, but because he wanted to try and beat her at her own game. "Cool. I'll see you then." Walking out of the office, Mia rushed upstairs to the kitchen and made her a small breakfast. Finishing that, she took light steps to the master bathroom where she prepared for a nice long shower. Showers like this always helped clear her head. She loved to be alone with her thoughts, her fantasies, her worries. Mia lathered her entire body starting from behind her ears, making her way to her neck, shoulders, arms and so on and so forth, all the way down to in between her toes. She was in love with her body and she always kept up with herself, but lately she had been getting neglectful. "Fuck him." she panted as she slowly teased her budding clit. She had been such in a seductive mood but she wasn't getting the attention she wanted. And Mia always took things into her own hands, literally. The pressure from the dual shower head felt so mesmerizing as she was working her middle with expertise. You should always be able to make yourself cum. She thought as she propped her leg slightly on the wall. Tossing her head back, her moans intensified as it drowned out the sound of the water. "Oh my god!" Both excited and scared she turned around as she felt a kiss on her neck. She didn't even hear him join in and a part of her was embarrassed for getting caught red handed. "I thought you were handling business?" She said in a mocking tone. Germaine didn't respond he just continued planting kisses all down her neck, moving down to her succulent brown nipples as he sucked and nibbled on them as if they were pieces of rich sweet candy. Mia bit her lip as he sent an electrifying pulse through her causing her to form goosebumps. "Are you done hiding from me? Or you just want to fuck me into submission?" She continued with the questions but he still remained silent. He continued to feast on her nipples while pinning both arms above her head. One hand holding them up, the other exploring her depths. He massaged her, feeling the heat radiating off of it, so wet and warm. Dunking his fingers into her she tensed up at the immense pleasure. His thumb circling her clit just at the right tempo making her body shake uncontrollably. "Not yet." Germaine had so much authority in his voice Mia forced herself to stop but not for long, her sweet cream was all over his fingers within a matter of seconds, he popped both fingers in her mouth swiftly. Her gaze was locked on him, this nigga, the way he looks at me?! How can I not fucking melt into him? He gets on my fucking nerve but fuck! Even his fingers feel like heaven. "You see how fuckin' good you taste? Why would I ever give this up?" The question was rhetorical but she shrugged anyway, lazily. The rapid rising of her chest showed she was winded but that didn't stop Germaine. Putting all his weight on her, forcing her between his thick being and the marble shower wall, he propped her right leg up with his knee, exposing her even more. "I'm not done with you....I swear to fuckin' God I'm not." He sloppily tapped her clit numerous times before entering her. Immediately they were one. Their bodies always spoke to one another, and listened extremely well. The sexual chemistry was so strong you could feel it exude all over. "Oh my g— you...youuuure the fuckin best Ger—" Mia could barely finish a sentence while he dug into her deeper with every stroke. The noise their bodies were making had Mia gushing like a water park. The deeper he stroked the tighter Mia gripped her pussy around him. He straightened out her leg and pushed it as far back as she allowed him too. Mia was now spread so wide, her left ankle was now greeting her ear, it hurt so good she could feel his every stroke 10x better, deeper. Germaine was a god when it came to this shit. He knew exactly how to please his woman in any position, any time, any place.  He was just that nigga and he was reminding Mia who the fuck he was. "I can feel you...All that negative energy you got pent up, release that shit. Get that shit. Nut." he instructed as he pushed back on her leg even more, intensifying the pressure and pleasure at once. "Argg! Fuck me please! Please Germaine!" she was crying out for help but this shit was too good. This was the dick you felt in your soul, long after it was over. Shit, it felt like it was touching her heart anyway. "Let that shit go. Nut for me baby. I wanna see that pretty mu'fucka cream for a nigga......Yea just like that." His dick was soaked in her juices as he looked down and grinned at the mess he forced her to create. Repositioning her and pulling her leg back down, he grabbed her soap and began to lather her body again because he knew she always had to shower after sex. Cleaning himself as she stood under the water rinsing, he noticed that she wasn't her typical boisterous self. After putting it on her like that, she would normally be all over him. "You good?" He asked as he continued to wash himself. "Yup." stepping out the shower Mia grabbed her towel, robe and slippers then headed to her closet. It was like her energy had all been transferred to him. He took it all, every ounce and he basked in the glory. She didn't know how to feel, everything was jumbled. Once she heard the water turn off she took a deep breath, not wanting to further make things more complicated. She pulled all of her wet hair in a bun and wrapped a t-shirt before transferring her naked body into her robe. Pulling her phone off the dresser she sees a few messages from an unexpected contact.