Love Is Blind. Rodney Suggs
down,” Janet demanded as I stood there enjoying myself, holding her body firmly up by her ass against the wall thrusting away. After lying down on my towel in the elevator, Janet stood over me preparing to lower herself down and then abruptly turned around with her ass facing me. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done reverse cowgirl, but let me see if these legs still got it,” she said, squatting down inserting my manhood inside of her. As Janet bounced up and down, I joyfully watched in amazement as her ass bounced in the same motion on my lap. The two of us exchanged a pleasant smile once we were done, and I started the elevator again to finally make it to the bedroom floor. We quietly walked down the hallway past Iliana’s room to keep from getting busted since we were dressed in only bath towels. We enjoyed a quiet laugh together once we closed the bedroom doors behind us heading toward the bathroom. Her hands began caressing my back as we shared a nice steamy shower.
“I need to slide up front,” she said, stepping in front of me. She then grabbed the bottle of fragrant shower gel from the rack, pressed it open, and rubbed soap all over her body. She started at her neck and then ran her hands over her breasts, seductively caressing them. I watched her hands travel down her thighs as Janet looked over her shoulder at me with a smile on her face and then bent over to rub the soap all over her ass. Firmly grabbing her ass, I leaned in running my tongue down the middle of her neck. After the kinky, unexpected elevator experience, I felt I had to do something that would catch her off guard just as much as she did me. Bending over in front of me with her ass now pressed right up on me, it was obvious that Janet was ready for me to penetrate her.
“Remember Iliana is down the hall, so try not to be too loud,” I whispered in her ear.
All Janet could get out was “Yes, I remem—” before I dropped to my knees giving her oral pleasure. The ambush was a success as she clearly was not prepared based on the gasping and fidgeting she was doing to hold herself up. When I felt her body begin to quiver, I stood up and grabbed her by the hips, driving my manhood inside her pleasure for the third time in one of my favorite positions, doggy style. Janet fought hard not to be loud while looking back at me, slowly closing her eyes and biting down on her bottom lip, moaning. This turned me on even more since I had complete control of the situation. Neither one of us wanted Iliana to know we were in the room having sex, but I was determined to make Janet lose control. She arched her back whispering “yes” over and over again as I hit her pleasure spot. After three rounds of intense sex, we finally made it to the bed where both of us lay exhausted.
“Wow! These blowups would’ve happened a long time ago if I knew I was going to get sexually handled like this!” Janet said jokingly.
My mind was completely off what happened the night before as I lay next to Janet in bed.
“I know I should have been open with you about David. I really enjoyed having the opportunity to plead my case to make things right between us,” she continued with a smile on her face.
“So what are we going to do about this situation with David?”
“David asked if the three of us would sit down to talk things out. Would you have a problem with that?” she asked with apprehension in her voice.
“Are you still in love with him?” I asked.
“No, I’m not in love with David. I am in love with you, Kahlil,” Janet responded without hesitation.
“Then I have no problem with the sit-down, but before any of this happens, I need you to sit down and have a tough heart-to-heart with Iliana if you want her to do this.”
“I understand, Kahlil, and thank you,” Janet replied with a long sigh of submission.
“I have to go to New York for work next week for a few days. I think this will be a prime opportunity for you two to get this over with, and when I return, the adults will have a serious talk about this situation,” I said.
A panicked look was written all over Janet’s face. “What if David is not ready to have the sit-down?”
I climbed out of bed and made my way to the closet to grab a dress shirt. As I began to button it, I paused for a brief moment, but the irritation got the best of me. “Who gives a fuck if he’s ready or not? Is that really what you’re concerned about after what we just did? I’ll ask again. Are you still in love with him, Janet?” Before Janet could utter a response, I held up my hand preventing her from saying anything else. “You know what, don’t bother. I’m headed out for a bit because I want to keep the good vibes of what we just did this morning.”
I walked out of the house still feeling like nothing had been resolved about the David issue. My gut was telling me that Janet was still in love with him but didn’t want to admit it, and I didn’t know what to do.
Chapter 7
Standing outside Ron’s Barbershop after getting a haircut and shave, I felt recharged. It’s amazing how the simplest things like a haircut and shave could be so gratifying. I looked at my wrist to check the time. It was 6:00 p.m., so I decided to head into the office for a little while. Reviewing the Chicago Fusion Supplements commercial layouts, things seemed to be in order. This account appeared to be a slam dunk on paper, so all that was left to do was execute a flawless presentation.
My watch showed about 7:30 p.m. when I finally began my journey back home. I walked into the house to find a note that read:
Kahlil,
I’m at the mall shopping with the girls. Iliana is upstairs doing some homework. Will be back in a few.
Janet
On my way to the bedroom, I saw Iliana’s light on, so I yelled her name. Out walked a five-foot and seven-inch, petite-framed, young lady dressed in a pair of gray lounge sweats and a pink T-shirt that ironically read Daddy’s girl.
“Yes, Dad,” she replied with a big grin.
The moment I saw her shirt, I felt special.
“You hungry?”
“I’m starving,” she said in a quick response.
“Great! I need you to do me a favor though. Put this on, no questions asked,” I said, handing her a large, wrapped velvet box. A puzzled look appeared on her face as she slowly took the box from me. She then ran back into her room closing the door swiftly behind her, excited to see what I got her.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs in a black suit with a pair of black, alligator dress shoes, I looked up to see Iliana walking down the stairs in the elegant, black Dolce & Gabbana dress with matching shoes and purse that I had bought her.
“What do you think?” she asked while giving me a slow model twirl showing the dress off.
“I’m speechless. You are so beautiful. I hope you like it. Did I do well?”
“Oh, I love it!”
“I am proud to be taking my daughter out to dinner this evening,” I responded, fighting back tears of joy.
“Thank you, Dad,” she replied, blushing and smiling from ear to ear.
“Shall we go then?” I asked, extending my arm to her.
We walked outside to a black Rolls Royce Phantom that I rented for the two of us.
“Wow! What is all of this for?”
Smiling at her excitement, I replied, “I’ll explain on the way.”
The driver opened the passenger door for the two of us.
“Iliana, I wanted you and me to have an official father–daughter date night. This is a very special night for me as your father figure.”
Before I could continue, Iliana put her hand up. “Wait a minute. You’re not acting or standing in for anyone. You are my father,” she said in an aggressive tone.
“Allow me to graciously rephrase. As your father, I need to take my daughter out to