Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(46)
As Supreme merged onto the 395 expressway, Apple asked, “Where we goin’?”
“It’s a surprise,” he stated with a pleasant smile. He inserted a Jay-Z CD into his truck’s system.
Apple was relaxed. The night was covering the city, and the traffic on 395 was slowly breaking away from the earlier traffic jam, making the lanes easier to drive through.
Forty minutes later, Apple found herself at the Gaylord National Resort and Convention Center located at National Harbor, a few miles south of DC. It was a phenomenal-looking place, where they were met by a suited valet at the front entrance of the largest non-gaming hotel and convention center on the East Coast.
Apple stepped out of the truck and looked around in astonishment. She had never been anywhere so classy in her life. She followed behind Supreme and entered the atrium, which offered a panoramic vista of the Potomac River, two-story replicas of a colonial-era mercantile shop, and the thousands of plants and trees that provided a magnificent atmosphere. Apple had her eyes fixed on the indoor water fountain with its synchronized lights, special effects, and patriotic musical score.
“Oh my God!”
“Wait till you see the rooms,” Supreme told her.
He walked up to the lavishly designed front desk made of rich oak and marble, where there was a string of hotel clerks ready to check in the guests. Supreme addressed a young, smiling girl in a burgundy blazer and tie, with her name tag reading, Michelle. She began the process of reserving one of the suites for the night. She smiled, wished him a good evening, and began processing his information into the computer.
Apple just marveled at the resort as she stood behind Supreme. The place was the size of a football field, maybe larger, and the height extended far beyond anyplace she’d ever been. It was a sure thing that she wasn’t in Harlem anymore.
The two soon made their way through the atrium, with Supreme holding the room keys, and they walked toward the elevators. Apple strutted through the reception area in her short denim skirt, heels, and tight top. She had no change of clothes, but since Supreme had promised to take her shopping the minute they were settled in, she was ready for a new look.
Their room was located in a maze of a hallway, with its miles of dazzling red carpeting spread throughout the corridor like the yellow brick road. Supreme got one of the best suites possible, to impress Apple. He knew she had never been anywhere and wanted her to feel like he was the best thing to happen to her. He wanted to have his enemy close. It was fun for him. In fact, he marveled at how easily he had Apple wrapped around his finger.
Soon, they found their room, which was located many doors from the elevator. Supreme walked in first, turned on the lights, and then Apple followed inside, looked around the room with a thrilled smile. “Wow!” she uttered.
She wanted to run around the two-bedroom suite like a three-year-old, but she kept her composure while admiring the room, with its king-sized bed and mini-bar stocked with snacks, wet bar, and plasma TV in the living room. She enjoyed the city’s canvas and the spectacular view of the flourishing mid-Atlantic panorama from a distance through the large bay windows.
When Apple walked into the bathroom, her mouth dropped open at the marble bath with its relaxing oasis, featuring a deep soaker tub, brass accents, and a separate glass shower. Immediately she ran a bath, adding the complimentary shower gel for bubbles. Overnight, she went from the shitty, roach-infested project apartment to something royal. She couldn’t wait to sink herself in the tub and unwind for the night.
Supreme walked up closely behind her in an intimate manner as she stood gazing at the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then moved his hand up her shirt. Squeezing her juicy b-reasts, he kissed her gently on the neck and slowly began undressing his young prize.
Apple went along with the program, his touch traveling along her curves, moving down her waist with much impatience, feeling ready to shove his hand into her skirt.
Supreme slowly unzipped it and allowed the material to drop around her ankles like a puddle. Then he started stimulating her c-lit with his two fingers, causing Apple to gasp.
Supreme moved her closer to the sunken tub and removed her panties then her top. Apple stood naked in front of her adult lover and was ready to spread her legs for him. Supreme smiled, marveling at her naked curves and long, defined legs. He eyed her with a lustful appetite, ready to take pleasure in every inch of her young body and bury himself within the depths of her youthful loving.
With the water teeming with bubbles, the two slowly slipped into the soothing warm tub, and Apple, little by little, straddled Supreme’s mega inches, feeling her walls opening up with his firm thrusts. With his back pressed against the granite tub, he explored Apple’s insides. She clutched Supreme’s strapping frame snugly—her arms wrapped around him for support—panting and cringing from the crazy f*cking they were doing, her face warped somewhat from the thick, long dick tunneling deep into her.
Their episode went from the bathroom to the bedroom. Apple was now on her back, her legs spread like wings against the silk sheets, while Supreme pressed on top of her, sucking on her luscious light-brown nipples as he gripped her thighs.
Apple dug her nails into his back and felt herself ready to burst, her legs quivering next to Supreme’s sides, feeling every bit of him close to her. She cried out, “Oh shit! Ugh! Shit!” Apple came so hard, it felt like her heart had stopped from overindulgence.