Tomorrow! The final standalone novella in the boss babe series drops! Read the sneak peek below and let me know if you are ready for more of Toussaint and Vanessa!
Vulgar, Explicit, Nasty, Rated R
Vanessa
Toussaint had been back home for all of two days, and he’d spent both pretty much with me. I had been enjoying his companionship, but I also didn’t want to feel like I was hogging him and keeping him from his family and old friends. Even with that, there was no part of me that wanted to end our day together. I’d taken him to the warehouse earlier to give him a tour then we had lunch and went to an adult arcade for a few hours.
Now, we were laying on a thick blanket watching the sun set at one of my favorite hideaway spots. Like I’d told his mother, there were a lot of secret gems that people didn’t know about, and I liked it like that because I was able to keep them to myself. It was nice sharing my space with Toussaint though. He thought I was playing when I told him we had a small beach here, but his eyes lit up when I showed him exactly where it was.
“You mind if I come back here?” he requested, voice lazy and relaxed.
He’d fallen asleep when we first got here, and I just laughed and let him rest. Toussaint hated sleeping though so it didn’t last long.
“Not at all. I’m happy to share things like this with you. I know Memphis seems boring as hell, so I love showing things like this off.”
Toussaint sighed. “Had I known we had shit like this, I might not have been in a rush to leave.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Nah, I think everyone should leave home even if for a little while. I think I probably would have just traveled for a while after college and made Memphis home. Built my firm here. That way I could have had a life I didn’t need to vacation from to get peace, you know?”
“I feel you. That’s where I am now.” And I guess that’s why his mother wanted me to talk to him. Maybe she was right after all. “Even if all I do is come here, take a food tour, go to a Grizzlies game or treat myself to a spa day, I do something to give myself pleasure in Memphis twice a week so I won’t feel like I have to leave to have fun. Traveling is cool but I don’t want to feel like that’s the only way I can enjoy myself and my money.”
“I don’t even do that consistently anymore.” He sighed. “I really did just… become consumed with work without realizing it. When I finally did, it was a habit that I didn’t see the point in breaking.”
“You’ve become a major success and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. I just want you to balance that with play and rest. What good is it to have money if you don’t have the time to really enjoy it? From what we’ve talked about so far, you just spend it on women or traveling with women. What do you actually do for yourself?”
He scoffed. “When do you enjoy yours?”
“Hey! I spend money,” I countered loudly with a smile.
“Yeah on little shit. That’s why you need a man that’s going to spoil you and give you what you deserve. Ain’t no way you could be mine and live such a basic life.” He paused but quickly added, “Don’t get me wrong, you’re smart with your money and I’m sure it’ll run through your bloodline for generations to come… but you deserve a more extravagant life and I want to give it to you. You want Italian? I’ll fly you to Italy. You want to shop? Let’s go to Paris. You want a real spa day? I’ll take you to Greece. That’s the kind of shit I’m on.”
“If it were you that I was experiencing those things with… I probably would be too.”
We both sighed softly and let silence find us for a moment.
“You were my best friend.” Toussaint chuckled softly. “I felt square as hell having a thirteen-year-old girl for my best friend, but you were. I fucked that up in the past trying get what I thought I was supposed to have. No woman has ever meshed with me like you though. Shit would have been so different if I would have stayed in touch.”
“Well… we’re together now, and I’m not letting you slip away again. That’s all that matters.”
Hand in hand, we stared out into the distance in silence. I couldn’t resist looking over at the side of his handsome face. Toussaint looked over at me and smiled. He was so fucking beautiful. His deeply wavy hair was tapered on the sides, connecting with his short beard. I loved his smooth skin… it was a weakness for me naturally. There was a small difference in our height when we were younger, but now, it seemed magnified. He wasn’t just taller than me; he was broad and buff too. Not in an excessive way, though. His body was perfect.
And so were those chocolate eyes.
And pointy pierced ears.
And juicy pomegranate lips.
Shit.
“What’s on your mind?” He licked his lips, looking at mine.
“Tell me what you like,” I requested, needing a distraction to keep me from straddling him.
Toussaint smiled. “Is that really what’s on your mind?”
“No, but it’s what I’m trying to use to release what’s on my mind.”
He chuckled. “Aight. I like making money, traveling and spending that money, sports of course, spoiling black women, eating a good meal, a good massage…”
“You’re very sensuous,” I couldn’t help but blurt as his eyes scanned my face.
“Yeah, I am. I love hearing, seeing, smelling, touching, tasting… anything good.” Well, that wasn’t helping me to stop lusting after him. Swallowing, I inhaled a deep breath. “I’m sensual too,” he added, allowing his finger to trail down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“So it’s not just the mental and emotional stimulation of things that you enjoy?”
He grinned. “Nah. I’m very physical.”
“I take it you have a healthy sexual appetite?” I asked softly.
“That shit’s big as hell. I love sex… lots of sex. I love eating pussy, fucking pussy, smelling pussy, teasing pussy, playing with pussy… I love pussy.” I released a shaky breath, feeling my pussy pulse. “You know how you like to start and end your day in your man’s arms?” I nodded, blinking slowly. “I love starting and ending my day in fat, warm, wet pussy.” His eyes closed. “Something about the grip, the warmth, the pleasure… it’s the ultimate peace for me.” When his eyes opened, mine were fluttering. “What about you, Nessa? What do you like?”
Did he seriously expect me to have a normal conversation after that?
For seconds on end, all I did was stare at him until he laughed.
“Vanessa?”
“Hmm?”
“I asked what do you like?”
“Oh. Um…” Clearing my throat, I looked toward the sky. “I love watching movies. Specifically, romance movies. Hallmark and Lifetime are my favorite channels, and I love Christmas romance movies. I start watching them right after Thanksgiving and barely look at anything else.” I smiled. “And I love pink and yellow. And food. Weird but I like eating one thing at a time. I might eat one full meal a day and and then large portions of one thing for the rest of the day. Broccoli salad is probably my favorite side to turn into a full meal. I like silence and space to myself but also spending time and creating memories with family and friends. Honestly, no judgment, I don’t see how you’ve gone so long without doing so.”
I looked back over at him. “I’ve created memories, just not with them. It’s a different source of joy but joy, nonetheless. I can’t, however, deny the sense of emptiness that often fills me when I hear about the great things happening back home that I’m not a part of. How my younger siblings have spouses and growing families, and I don’t. But it’s never felt like reason enough for me to want to change my way of living.”
“What about now? Do you still feel the same way now that you’ve finally come home?”
He released a heavy breath. This time, he was the one looking away. “It is good to be back. I’ve missed my family so much. I wanna take Dalia and mama to Paris for a shopping spree after my week here, and I want to get Pops a new car or something. King has been talking about the business he wants to start because he’s been thinking about his legacy now that his wife is pregnant, so I want to give him the startup money for that. I don’t know. A part of me feels like I’m trying to buy my way back into their lives because that’s all I have to offer.”
“That’s definitely what it sounds like, and even though I’m sure they would enjoy all of those things… nothing compares to actually being able to spend time with you. I think you should spend tomorrow with your family. That’s what you’re here for anyway, right? To rest and spend time with them.”
His eyes returned to mine. “That was the original plan, yes.” Toussaint caressed my cheek with his thumb. “Now… I just want to spend every minute I’m here with you.”
“Saint,” I whispered, inhaling a sharp breath when he scooted closer to me.
“I need to know what kind of sex you like, Vanessa, so I can give it to you.”
I moaned softly, feeling my pulse quicken. “I need lots of foreplay,” I confessed. “In and out of the bedroom. I like intimacy and romance. Sentiments. Experiences. I’m not materialistic at all, but I’m sure you’ve noticed that by now.” He smiled and nodded but remained silent, so I continued. “I’m very passionate and sensual too, so I love for sex to be layered. Even if it’s nasty as hell or straight up fucking, I still want my man to touch me and kiss me and stay in the present moment with me, you know?”
“I know that you are easy to please, but I also want you to know you can come to me for anything. I know you have your own money, and you don’t need mine, but I want you to know you can have it. You can have me. And whatever else you want and need. The more I get to know this version of you, the more I will be able to actively do things for you without having to be asked, but until we get to that point, I want you to always be vocal with me.”
“For a week?” I confirmed, too shy to admit I was already wanting more.
“What I just say?”
I giggled. “What do you mean?”
“I said be vocal about what you want. You don’t want to ask me if I mean for just a week. Ask exactly what the fuck you want in order to get the response you want.”
My voice was just above a whisper when I confessed, “I don’t want to be disappointed by your answer.”
A few seconds passed before he said, “…You won’t be. Trust me.”
“By saying we’re going to get to know each other more and that you always want me to be vocal with you, are you suggesting this continue even after you’ve left? Beyond friendship?”
“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting, however, I know you don’t do long distance relationships.”
“True.”
“So what if I came home once a month?”
My smile spread so wide my cheeks almost touched my eyes. “You’d do that for me?”
“For us. Yeah.”
“We’ve only been at this for two days. Not even a full two days. Your career is everything to you. Are you really willing to switch that up for me?”
“My career is everything to me because I haven’t tried to have anything else. I want to change that with you.” He paused. “I’m home physically in Memphis, but my heart feels at home with you. That’s why I’ve been spending all my time with you. So to answer your question simply, yes. I am willing to switch that up for you.”
I wanted to tell him that I would do the same. That I appreciated the commitment and effort. That he wouldn’t regret sharing his time. None of those words came out. My hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Toussaint released a guttural groan before kissing me with the same fervent need that I’d used to pull him in. I hungrily welcomed his tongue in as he squeezed my ass and tossed my thigh over him. This was one of the times I loved wearing loose fitting clothing and no underwear.
Upon realizing I had on no panties, he groaned as he pulled away. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he announced, as if I didn’t know.
“I don’t really like those,” I confessed, lifting my leg a little higher and wider when his hand shifted to the front of me.
“Good. Don’t ever wear them around me.”
His lips returned to mine, and I melted against him, sighing softly at the feel of his hand around my neck gently. Not choking or applying pressure, more like holding me in place. As if I’d try to get away. His hand lowered, tweaking my nipples gently before heading between my thighs. As soon as his thumb began to circle my clit, my breathing began to change. Toussaint slipped a finger inside of my already slick opening, tongue teasing still in full effect.
After gauging my wetness, he slipped a second finger inside, and that’s when I broke our kiss. I loved dick, but I also loved a man who knew how to play with my pussy. Fingers were able to hit spots dicks simply weren’t. While his palm brushed against my swollen clit, his bent fingers didn’t just enter and exit my pussy. Toussaint’s movements were precise. Each time he pressed into the pit of me, he hit my G-spot and something deep as hell that I didn’t even know was there.
“Ah,” I moaned, flinging my head back. The pressure and movement had me circling my hips against his hand… needing to feel even more. I could hear my wetness dripping into his palm as if it were its bowl. The more it leaked, the more he moaned and coaxed my pleasure. “That feels so good, Saint.”
“You like having this pussy played with?”
“Yesss,” I moaned, pulling my hair as he kissed and licked down my chin and neck. “Please don’t stop.”
I’d never felt so full from a man’s fingers before. The shit felt so good I was drenching his hand. All I could do was whimper and moan yes. Repeatedly. Like it was a mantra. A mantra that fueled his movements and kept him under my control. Cursing under my breath as my eyes squeezed shut, I pulled at my hair, pussy pulsing as I came.
Toussaint made his way down my frame, between my legs. Turning me to the side slightly, he inhaled my pussy and bit down on his bottom lip before allowing his tongue to slide between my folds. Each slow stroke of his thick tongue was dizzying. He tossed my thigh over his shoulder, holding it and keeping me in place. The more he moaned into my pussy as he devoured it, the more ragged my breathing grew and pleasure increased. Holding onto the back of his head, I rocked my hips slowly and fed him my pussy. When I felt those beginning ripples of pleasure shoot through me, I told him to look me in my eyes as he made me cum. He did, and I was the one shutting mine when those tremors began to shoot through me.