Chapter 296: Chapter 296
Chapter 296
~Coleman blows hot at Ella~
Lost in the web about what reply to give and avoiding to speak yet further, Brian had a gulp of water, dropped his cutlery and stood to his feet.
“What?” grandma asked, “Are you down eating?” she asked, seeing that a morsel of Pecan Pie and extra BBQ were in his dish, and Brian being a lover of BBQ chicken platter, had never left that meal uneaten or half-eaten. She must have gotten on his nerves with that question about his father, she thought.
“I think I have lost my appetite,” he stood out, about to take a walk. The frown on his face could boil water. And grandma had never seen such mountain of frown on his face before.
“Did I drag you up the wall, nanny’s boy?” grandma asked him, rounded off chewing the lump in her mouth so she could speak further,
“You wouldn’t blame me. You are a man and your father is also a man. You had a thing with that pussy-for-all-men. You slept with her, so what stops your father from having his fair share, especially now they are linked up in the investigation of his missing cousin…”
Brian interrupted madly, his voice burning with wrath. “Grandma! Grandma! Drop it!” she wanted to speak yet further, Brian interrupted her, “I said drop it!” he snapped, clapping his hands in utter anger, “I know I flopped. I shouldn’t have known that name Ella let alone have a thing with her. I shouldn’t have shown her the love, care protection I gave her when her world was crashing. Perhaps I should have listened to you when you warned me about the poison in her pussy. I never knew she was going to be the worst person. I regretted knowing her.”
Just then images of him smashing the head of Ella’s husband with a baseball bat flashed in his head and he broke down in tears.
“When I recall all the shitty things I did with her, reminiscing becomes boring. All I am saying is that my father is not like me. Do not see him in the same light as me. He is a responsible father whom God blessed me with. He can’t and will never fuck Ella. If you permit me, I will draw the curtain here, granny. Good night!” he beamed and about to have a walk, grandma cut in.
“Son!” she called and kept shut when Brian shot his angry, crimson face at her. “I love you,” she said, coldly even though she never intended to say that, she had to say it to bring the day to a happy end; regrettably it didn’t seem like one. She dropped her cutlery and lost appetite in the meal too…
***
As soon as Coleman stepped into the sitting room, Ella’s nakedness flashed into his eyes and he paused at the door. She was stark naked, with her legs flung this way and that way, letting her well-shaven vagina yawn at her beholder…
‘I am grateful for always responding as soon as I demand for your dick,” Ella said, sipped at her wine and smacked her lips sexually, demonstrating to Coleman with her tongue , wiping across her seductive lips , informing him how sensational, she would give him a head and how horny she was.
For a moment there was hush silence hanging across them. Coleman remained paused at the door, swallowed hard, blinked his eyes furiously at her pink vagina and felt disappointed in his penis that was gaining erection at a time he didn’t come for pleasure. He could still feel a part of him boiling in fury, writhing in agony at the sight of Ella, and what she had been up to lately. Tonight he wished he could place her in the box she belonged; trash her shortcomings and inform her he was very much aware of her sexual rump with the detective and their plans to sweep the investigation of his missing cousin under he carpet.
He was going to look her in the eyes and call her bitch, cheap smelling bitch that made his cousin to run from his home because of her crazy demand for wild and steamy sex. He was going to be mad at her, just to inform her that her cup was full ; he was going to blow really hot at this slimy bitch…
Ella stood up, grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured for two.
“Coleman, sweet sauce,” she beckoned on Coleman, “Why are you paused at the door, staring at me like some mannequin. uh? Or are you surprised to see the same pussy you eat or the same breast you suck, uh,” she let a contagious smile at her beholder who was still at his frown, “Come in and share the wine with me, because tonight we are going to merry and dance and make the best of love until we cant feel ourselves any more.” She stretched to a remote control, pressed and a Spanish Rock and Roll music blasted from the CD player. “Come on you are going to enjoy it. Let’s dance and fuck while we dance,” she sounded, lent her hand to Coleman, who had started advancing gently to her, yet with his stare deeply shooting at her.
Coleman watched as she twisted her waist, tweaked her buttocks and danced like a stripper. Her hands were already on her breasts all along she was dancing. She stopped dancing and started sliding her finger into her vagina and brought it to her mouth to lick up.
Coleman shut his eyes and saw images of the detective pounding Ella and the voices of the discussion they had; he shook his head , snorted , grinned , fought back the urge to grab her and pin her on the floor for sex. Without hesitating he pranced to the remote and a single press turned off the CD player.
“What!” she snapped, widened her gaze at him and blinked madly too.
“We need to talk. I am not here for business as usual. We really need to talk,” Coleman groaned, smacked his lips and hungered for smoke. Furiously he dug into his breasts’ pocket, pulled out a cigar lit it and dimmed his eyes to draw from it. “When last did you see the police detective,” he asked gently once he puffed a cloud of smoke.
“What fucking question is that?” she queried, “Must it always be about your missing cousin whenever you come around? Can’t we have some break and have fun, uh?” she asked, grabbed her flute of wine and gulped.
“Answer me now!” Coleman barked like a lion…
Chapter 296
~Coleman blows hot at Ella~
Lost in the web about what reply to give and avoiding to speak yet further, Brian had a gulp of water, dropped his cutlery and stood to his feet.
“What?” grandma asked, “Are you down eating?” she asked, seeing that a morsel of Pecan Pie and extra BBQ were in his dish, and Brian being a lover of BBQ chicken platter, had never left that meal uneaten or half-eaten. She must have gotten on his nerves with that question about his father, she thought.
“I think I have lost my appetite,” he stood out, about to take a walk. The frown on his face could boil water. And grandma had never seen such mountain of frown on his face before.
“Did I drag you up the wall, nanny’s boy?” grandma asked him, rounded off chewing the lump in her mouth so she could speak further,
“You wouldn’t blame me. You are a man and your father is also a man. You had a thing with that pussy-for-all-men. You slept with her, so what stops your father from having his fair share, especially now they are linked up in the investigation of his missing cousin…”
Brian interrupted madly, his voice burning with wrath. “Grandma! Grandma! Drop it!” she wanted to speak yet further, Brian interrupted her, “I said drop it!” he snapped, clapping his hands in utter anger, “I know I flopped. I shouldn’t have known that name Ella let alone have a thing with her. I shouldn’t have shown her the love, care protection I gave her when her world was crashing. Perhaps I should have listened to you when you warned me about the poison in her pussy. I never knew she was going to be the worst person. I regretted knowing her.”
Just then images of him smashing the head of Ella’s husband with a baseball bat flashed in his head and he broke down in tears.
“When I recall all the shitty things I did with her, reminiscing becomes boring. All I am saying is that my father is not like me. Do not see him in the same light as me. He is a responsible father whom God blessed me with. He can’t and will never fuck Ella. If you permit me, I will draw the curtain here, granny. Good night!” he beamed and about to have a walk, grandma cut in.
“Son!” she called and kept shut when Brian shot his angry, crimson face at her. “I love you,” she said, coldly even though she never intended to say that, she had to say it to bring the day to a happy end; regrettably it didn’t seem like one. She dropped her cutlery and lost appetite in the meal too…
***
As sson as Coleman stepped into the sitting room, Ella’s nakedness flashed into his eyes and he paused at the door. She was stark naked, with her legs flung this way and that way, letting her well-shaven vagina yawn at her beholder…
‘I am grateful for always responding as soon as I demand for your dick,” Ella said, sipped at her wine and smacked her lips sexually, demonstaring to coleman with her tongue , wipng across her seductive lips , informing him how sensational, she would give him a head and how horny she was.
For a moment there was hush silence hanging across them. Coleman remained paused at the door, swallowed hard, blinked his eyes furriosuly at herpink vagina and felt diappointed in his penis that was gaining erection at a time he didn’t come for pleasure. He could still feel a part of him boiling in fury, writhing in agony at the sight of Ella, and what she had been up to lately. Tonight he wished he could place her in the box she belonged; trash her shortcomings and inform her he was very much aware of her sexual rump with the detective and their plans to sweep the investigation of his missing cousin under he carpet.
He was going to look her in the eyes and call her bitch, cheap smelling bitch that made his cousin to run from his home because of her carzy demand for wild and steamy sex. He was going to be mad at her, just to inform her that her cup was full ; he was going to blow really hot at this slimy bitch…
Ella stood up, grabbed a bottle of champapgen and poured for two.
“Coleman, sweet sauce,” she beckoned on Coleman, “Why are you paused at the door, staring at me like some mannique. uh? Or are you surprised to see the same pussy you eat or the same breast you suck, uh,” she let a contagious smile at her beholder who was still at his frown, “Come in and share the wine with me, because tonight we are going to merry and dance and make the best of love until we cant feel ourselves any more.” She stretched to a remote control, pressed and a Spanish Rock and Roll music blasted from the CD player. “Come on you are going to enjoy it. Let’s dance and fuck while we dance,” she sounded, lent her hand to Coleman, who had started advancing gently to her, yet with his stare deeply shooting at her.
Coleman watched as she twisted her waist, tweeked her buttocks and danced like a stripper. Her hands were already on her breats all along she was dancing. She stopped dancing and started sliding her finger into her vagina and brought it to her mouth to lick up.
Coleman shut his eyes and saw images of the detective pounding Ella and the voices of the discussion they had; he shook his head , snorted , grinned , fought back the urge to grab her and pin her on the floor for sex. Without hesisiating he pranced to the remote and a single press turned off the CD player.
“What!” she snapped, widedened her gaze at him and blinked madly too.
“We need to talk. I am not here for business as usual. We relally need to talk,” Coleman groaned, smacked his lips and hungered for smoke. Furuiosuly he dug into his breats’ pocket, pulled out a cigar lit it and dimmed his eyes to draw from it. “When last didi you seel the police detective,” he asked gently once he puffed a cloud of smoke.
“What fucking question is that?” she queried, “Must it always be about your missing cousin whenever you come around? Can’t we have some break abd have fun, uh?” she asked, grabbed her flute of wine and gulped.
“Answer me now!” Coleman barked like a lion…