Page 1 of Mr. Big Stuff

Chapter1

Raymond

“It’s not you. It’s me. I think … maybe we moved too fast and I … we … just need to slow down a bit before we take it to the physical level.”

What could she mean when my dick was hard on the physical level right now. With a silent grumble, I wondered why I was destined to be miserable. Because standing there hard as a rock with no relief to give it was certainly a miserable existence.

Women said they wanted a well-endowed man. Romance writers, I had heard from my big sister, wrote books with guys that packed ten inches of meat and the women are in love at first fuck, but when a real one comes along with exactly that, they went screaming and running home to theymammy. My dick, still glistening at the tip from her weak attempt at deep throating him, softened with disappointment as the realization that we would not get no nookie tonight was evident.

With a heavy sigh, I nodded down at a pouting Malika who was kneeled down on the floor in front of me on a soft pillow I handed her to make her comfortable so she could do all the things she said she’d do with her mouth. Big brown eyes looked up into mine with a plea to not judge her. The jury was still out on whether I could grant her that leniency.

Until this moment she had been excited to pull my dick out of my pants and show her gratitude for being such a gentleman the past six months she made me wait. I had no problem waiting to be honest. I worked long hours most days of the week and women, when you were really into them, took time, and energy. I was cool taking things slow until I was sure time and energy was the best investment in her just like she was taking her time to make sure I was the best investment. This was a two-way street but often women didn’t know that. They were holding out thinking all men were anxious to speed her up. Nah, not me at least. I didn’t have the time.

But I must have passed some invisible test because Malika wined and dined me tonight. She took me out and promised a good time when dinner was done. When we got back to her place, she immediately lit scented candles around her one-bedroom loft while I took some time to freshen up in her guest bathroom. When I returned to her living room, she was in nothing but a black satin robe and my muted excitement finally turned on full throttle.

The glow from the lights danced on her mocha brown skin and red painted lips and my dick hardened with lust. I knew it was only lust and nothing deeper because despite all this time Malika took to vet me, I realized I liked her and that was all. But I wouldn’t say no tonight and I would continue to have fun with her as long as she wanted to, because she was smart, kind, and funny and according to her, she could handle a man like me.

My mouth had salivated at the realization that me, and my dick, would get action tonight.Finally.But as she hesitated at the sight of me hanging in front of her face it was a no go, which I wasn’t surprised about because this was how it always went. They talked all that shit even when I went through great lengths to warn them about myendowment. With exception to a couple women, most couldn’t handle my size. Most didn’t even try once they saw me naked.

Malika ran her mouth for months about her ability to take dick. How that’s all she liked, was well hung men, and that her body was made for it. Yada yada ya. I heard it all before. But what made me believe I had a shot was not long ago I took her to the movies and before the opening credits were through, she was stroking my wood through my jeans. She went no further and to be honest, that was some bullshit. Let me start stroking on her titty and not suck it. She would have been frustrated and rambling on Twitter about how niggas ain’t shit and can’t handle a real woman even when the kitty was right in their face or something like that. But hey, again, I was cool and let things be. Took her home and waited for the texts where she promised to finish. And they came that whole night and the two weeks that followed. But here we were, with her eating all her words and not my dick.

“It’s cool. Give me a moment to calm down and I’ll leave.”

“You’re leaving?”

I was tempted to look around her bedroom to see if she was speaking to someone else.

“You wanted me to stay?”

“Yeah, I still really like you, Ray. Can’t we be friends?”

I have no idea why any woman who had just been preparing to eat my dick would think I would want to go back to a place where dick wasn’t on the menu. Sure, in theory I could move on because I wasn’t pressed. Well, I was, but I wasn’t. But not enough to just deal with any ol’ thing being flung my way. Regardless, I wanted to say, “Hell no, I didn’t want to be your friend. When I talked you through an orgasm during phone sex, I wasn’t your friend then so why now? Nah. Gotta go before you want to cuddle as friends.”

But because she looked so hurt when I reached for my keys, I stayed with her a few hours. Holding her until she fell asleep and only because I was so deep into my thoughts about how I had to jerk off one more night, did I stay. When I checked my phone on the way out the door it was three a.m. Just enough time to rub one out, shower, get an hour of sleep and get back to the office. I convinced myself I wasn’t pressed for so long; I believed it, but truth was, I wanted a woman for me. Wasn’t no way I was created like this with no mate in mind. Someone could handle my dick, and maybe all of me, too.

Chapter2

Raymond

Two weeks later…

“Istill wasn’t able to get Mr. Berry on the line but his secretary, Ginger, said he would be in touch as soon as he was back in the country. Did you need me to make any other calls, Raymond? I mean Mr. McCullough.”

I inspected Vanessa as she stood in my doorway, dressed in her orange too-fitting-for-the-office dress, and wondered if I would have to find a new assistant so quickly after firing the previous one. I withheld a disappointed sigh because I knew it as well as I knew myself, this was headed right where the others had. My looks and my kindness were often a magnet for women, especially the ones that worked for me, but my business at McCullough Business Solutions was off limits and never my dating playground. I made a habit of making that clear from the first interview all the way through the onboarding process which Vanessa was just about out of.

This was not the dick for youis what I tried to communicate to each assistant I’ve had and they all nodded like they understood the program. And yet they thought I was like a lot of men. Unable to contain their chase for the cat that would have them giving in despite all they built. They really didn’t understand how I got this far in life. Discipline. Even though I knew it would go this way with them, I’d give them a chance to prove me wrong. However, the moment they lost their mind and revealed they didn’t understand the spoken and unspoken rule that I was off limits, I had to fire their asses and I would be stuck like Chuck trying to do what was a three person show by myself.

“I told you before to always address me asMr. McCullough, Ms. Jones.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

The exaggerated pout on her glossy nude lips said she was anything but sorry. If I wasn’t wise enough to keep my rules in place, the brown sugar beauty with her long relaxed hair pulled up in a bun might get it. Or get what she could handle, but I was definitely wise enough. I also knew that I had to fire her. Not because of me, but because of her.

Vanessa’s next words proved my suspicion was right.

“It’s just that working with you the past few months, I feel like we’ve gotten close enough for me to call you by your name.”

I watched as she sauntered into my office and as she turned to close the door I looked out of my window, rolled my eyes and released my sigh this time. None of these women were creative. It always came down to this moment where they were switching their asses into my office hoping to get to their knees. Why not somewhere else in the office, I wondered. But I digress. I turned back just in time to see Vanessa lean her round hip against the side of my desk. The scent of heavy perfume tickled my nose, as she gave me a triumphant look. I’m assuming because I let her get this far without complaint. Little did she know I was trying not to choke on whatever she must have just sprayed before coming in here.

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