Black Desire Novels & Stories

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

"I know young buck I just wanna know what made her do something like this, was someone messing with my baby girl cause one call and that problem will be solved" "she was self conscious about her skin color" I scrunched up my face and looked at him "what you mean" "she didn't like that she was dark skin" "whats wrong with being dark skin, dark skin is beautiful I like my women dark skin" "well my generation don't they praise light or white skin" I shook my head "man y'all young niggas dumb how you putting down black women especially if you came out a black punani" this shit unbelieved my generation ain't care about that shit.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Zahir, a tall, powerfully built Black man, approached her with his stunning partner, Layla — a gorgeous Black woman with long braids, dangerous curves, and commanding sensuality. “You look like a beautiful princess who’s missing something big, ready to be completely claimed,” Zahir said, his deep voice rich with promise. Layla smiled seductively, tracing a finger along Ava’s jaw. “We’re going to worship and ruin you tonight, darling. Stretch you open and make you a real woman.” Ava’s pussy throbbed with need. “Yes… please take me. I want both of you to possess me completely.”

My mom, Desiree, is half-black and half-white. Her skin is silky smooth and the color is a magnificent mahogany. She is the shapeliest woman I know. She has a sweet full ass, a slim waist and all natural 36C breasts that stand firm and full. I have seen her in so many states of dress and undress. She always wears thongs and is so proud of her ass that she shows it off as much as she can get away with it. She has no problem being naked or near naked in front of me. And I am always wowed at the sight of her body. I am so happy that mine will look like hers. Her eyes are gray and her smile is a perfect ten. Her hair is straight, thick, and jet black. Her physical appearance, her character and h

“Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!” “Black can also mean darkness, and darkness covers even the most colourful things when it comes!” He smirked. There was pain in his voice. His words always left me speechless. “But when light comes!” I added. “There is no light Desiree in my darkness, I wish it would come so bad, but that's what I have dark desires, Desiree's I wish I didn't have, I had that light but it got out a long time ago!”. I didn't know why but my heart was racing faster than a horse heading for battle with its rider.

I started flipping through contracts looking for my next company to buy. I didn't need Derek's help to take over my father. I can do this on my own. "I mean why do you want to keep the illegal shit separate? For generations that has been what Blackwood is known for." "Well as I said I want to reach all ends of the world. The sinners and non-sinners. They both have money to take and I want to take it all."

My legs were widely pried apart. He never showed me mercy! He almost destroys my pussy. He demanded that I call him a naughty name. He was pounding me roughly like a bulldog while I was yelling, "idiot!" "Mad fellow!" I was saying all kinds of naughty words. Even though he was rough, I think I love it that way because I get to have a taste of a black cock. The black cock is one of the best cock in the history of mankind. Black man tends to want makes you keep them forever, because of the way they will be handled,you will never forget In your life.