Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(47)
Supreme then flipped her over onto her stomach and f*cked her hard from the back until he got his nut. Spent, Apple lay pressed on her tits. Her face was in the pillow, and her pu-ssy felt like it needed fixing from the pounding.
Supreme got up and walked into the bathroom. Apple heard the water running but couldn’t move from where she lay, her breath taken and her body numb. She closed her eyes and soon was fast asleep, naked in the bed, looking forward to a new day.
*****
The next morning was bright. Through the bay windows, the dazzling sun slowly stimulated Apple and Supreme from their slumber. They were meshed with each other, clothes scattered across the floor, their naked bodies still tingling from the previous night.
Apple was the first to rise up. She stretched, got out of bed, and walked toward the window, where the sun beamed on her through the glass. She felt the warmth of it on her naked b-reasts and peered out at the scenery. She looked down at a distant DC from high up and couldn’t wait to explore the city. She stood looking out the window for a long moment, until Supreme called out to her.
“Nice morning, right?” he said amiably. He jumped out of bed with all his glory hanging between his legs, his chiseled structure looking like a plate of armor on him.
Apple turned to greet him with a grin that the eyes couldn’t hide; she’d had the time of her life last night.
Supreme approached her, pulling her into his arms and loving the way her soft, smooth skin rubbed against him. She was only seventeen, yet her pu-ssy was sweeter than anything he’d ever had. It was like candy. He moved his hands down her curvy backside and rested it on her round, succulent ass cheeks, which felt like a cushion in his hold.
He looked Apple in her eyes and saw how childlike she was despite her womanly exterior. Even though she was from the projects, rough in a way, and had been with men before him, Supreme knew she hadn’t experienced anything outside of Harlem. She was grown in her own way, but fresh to the world outside of her own. Supreme preyed on that, knowing that when you show a young girl like Apple something new and make her believe in you, she’ll be eternally indebted.
“You hungry?”
Apple nodded.
“A’ight, we’ll get something to eat first, and then I’ll take you shopping. We gotta have you looking fresh in DC.”
Apple smiled. She couldn’t wait to try on some new threads. The last few pieces of clothing she had purchased were from the local booster, Jay-Ray. Now Supreme was promising her a whole new wardrobe.
First, the two had morning sex. This time was different. Supreme pushed her against the bed and slowly inserted his morning hard-on into her. He proceeded gently, as if he knew her vagina was still sore from the previous evening. Apple just laid on her back, and Supreme did all the work, from eating her out until she came multiple times, to him actually making love to her—soft and tenderly.
After they made love, Supreme left Apple to rest it off for a moment. “I’ll be in the shower,” he said, staring down at her with contentment.
Apple nodded as she curled into the fetal position. The morning sun still twinkled down on her with its warmth, and the only sound in the suite was the shower running in the bathroom. Hypnotized by the immense silence, she turned onto her back and sprawled out. She didn’t want to go back to Harlem anytime soon. She tried to block out her past, turn away from the trouble she’d endured. She wanted to have a new identity, become someone else entirely. She was tired of poverty. Tired of the negative abuse coming from her mother. Yes, she had love for Denise, but she was more like a peer than a real mother.
Apple lay there until Supreme came out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his well-built body glistening with droplets of water. She looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire his physique. She no longer saw Supreme, the malicious loan shark that tormented her with the debt she owed, but the man that took her away from her problems and placed her into better circumstances.
“Hurry up and get ready,” Supreme commanded lightly.
Apple jumped up and went into the bathroom, while Supreme began getting dressed.
An hour later, they both walked out the atrium to the shiny black Escalade that the valet had pulled up front. Supreme tipped the slim, pale young boy twenty dollars, causing him to smile, saying, “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.”
Supreme nodded. “You ready?” He looked over at Apple and marveled at the sudden transformation he made happen. He remembered a week ago she hated his guts and was repulsed by just the sight of him. Now the gleam in her eyes was a clear indication that she wanted to be close to him. It was brainwashing at its finest.
Supreme drove off the resort and headed toward 295 N, which would take them into the DC area. Forty minutes later, he parked his truck on the streets of Georgetown and took Apple into every store she could imagine. Apple was wide-eyed while strutting through the dozens of exquisite boutiques and stores in the colorful, diverse Georgetown shopping district, a truly unique experience for her.
She was ready to expand her wardrobe with the chic, trendy offerings of Tory Burch, Fendi, Diane Von Furstenberg, Gucci, Prada, and Donna Karan. Apple and Supreme walked down M Street and Wisconsin Avenue, enjoying what the shops had to offer. They also indulged in the variety of foods from the eateries in the area. They went into Burberry, Juicy Couture, Diesel, Lacoste, Chanel, and many other stores that Apple had only heard of through commercials, word of mouth, and print ads, if she had heard of them at all.