“Oran? Why did we stop?”
I sink my teeth in her nape before answering.
“Every step you take teases me with a glimpse of her pussy from behind.”
I run my hand across her hip and over her belly until I’m grabbing the object of my obsession. With a roll of my hips, my excited tip runs along her wet slit.
Fuck, that feels good.
My desire to wait until we get to our room dies when she arches back, her pert ass daring me to continue.
“Put your leg on the banister.”
“What?” Her question sounds like a moan.
“It’s time to cash in on your flexibility.”
Karessa straightens her left leg then stretches the right one out to the side until her ankle rests on the banister.
“Like this?” Her coo makes my dick jump.
“Good. Now bend over and touch the step.”
Like a good girl, she does what I said without question or complaint, giving me the best access to her pussy.
“Like th- fuck!”
Heat floods my body when I sink into her in one stroke. She’s so wet and hot, my dick celebrates each stroke. Her pussy is nice and snug around my dick, sucking and massaging me with such perfection that I don’t give a fuck who shows up right now.
I fork my fingers on the hand cupping her pussy to massage her lips as I fuck her deep. My other hand rests on her ankle on the banister lest she get any ideas to change her position. The sound of my skin smacking into hers bounces off the walls as Karessa screams.
She tries to drop her leg, but I hold on to keep her in place.
“Too much,” she cries.
“It’s just the beginning,” I grunt, not letting up. “I warned you I wasn’t gentle.” My words make her pussy clench and her hole tighter. “I’m gonna beat up your pussy. I don’t give a fuck if it gushes and make the stairs slippery. Give it to me.” She’s on the edge, I can tell by her trembling legs. “Cum on my dick, Trophy. Give your pussy’s lord it’s offering.”
I move my soaked fingers to ass, circling the puckered hole with promise and in rhythm with my slower, grinding pumps.
My baby cums so hard, she tightens until it’s almost impossible for me to move.
So fucking good.
I allow her to drop her leg as she struggles to catch her breath. Using both hands, I spread her ass cheeks more as I deliver my last shaky pumps. My release gushes inside her, but I pull out to share my load with her ass, rubbing my head against her undiscovered hole.
“You have yet to learn the things I’ll do to you.” I pull her upright and take her mouth from behind in a ravenous kiss. “Welcome to your orientation, Trophy.”
“My what?” She asks in a sex haze.
“Consider this your information session,” I say against her lips. “You’re in enrolled into the institute of higher fucking.” I turn her to me and pick her up to carry her the rest of the way. “I’m your mentor.”
She giggles. “You’re so extra.”
“Until you’re screaming my name.”
“Really?”
“You just did.” I point out as I start the shower. “I was going easy on you.”
“And what happens if you go hard?” We’re in the shower but she’s still clinging to me like she doesn’t want me to put her down.
“You’ll need to learn sign language.”
* * *
Karessa
The sex demon is asleep. I turn to my side and check for the steady breathing and slightly pursed lips he has when he’s sleeping. Once I’m sure he’s out, I climb out of bed and grab my phone. Draping a robe over my naked body, I sneak out on the balcony. It’s late, but the house still feels too settled for the others to have returned. I dial Esme’s number, then sink into a comfortable patio chair.
“What do I need to put in my name?” She answers after the second ring.
“What?”
“It’s stupid late in Italy. You’d only be calling if Oran got you to bust it wide open.”
I giggle softly at her choice of words. “Esme…”
My sentence dies when she chants, “I knew it.” While undoubtedly pumping her hips in a victory dance.
“Girl, put Imala on a conference call, we’re doing this once.”
“I know what you won’t be doing once. He seems like a big ole freak. He tore your ass up, didn’t he?”
She didn’t wait for my answer; the line goes silent as she calls our sister.
“What’s going on, Imala murmurs into the phone.
That’s her thinking voice, she has something on her mind. I’m about to ask her what’s making her think so hard when Esme chimes in again.
“We have a potentially broke sister.”
Imala sucks her teeth, “She’ll never be broke, she’d just make the Hales a little more powerful, that’s all. What mood do I need to be in for this call? Is it a what-the-hell-did-I-do call or is it an I’m-riding-his-peen-until-the-world-falls-apart call.”
“He loves me.”
“Awwww!” They draw out in unison.
“Stop playing. How was it?”
“Intense, amazing, and life-altering.”
“Yup, we’re really about to have stuff in our name, sis,” Esme jokes with Imala. “She’s so dickmatized she had to call and tell us at like three in the morning her time.”
“Well, at least you’re having your greatest love and the best sex with your husband. Makes all the bullshit before it worth it,” Imala chimes in.
“Yes. If I’d known we’d be here. I would’ve gone to Oran the moment dad told me and laid on his desk!” I whisper with conviction while the girls chuckle. “Like no joke it’s some next level shit.”
“Damn, that’s what I’m looking for,” Esme whines. “I finally got naked with Markos. It was okay. His body is sick, but our chemistry was off. Like, if I was in the mood with no prospects, I’d hit him with WYD. It was good, but not amazing. His dick is big, his foreplay got the job done, and his stamina is good. Like he pretends to care, but just wants his nut. I didn’t even bother trying to pull out any special sex tricks since we knew it wasn’t going beyond that moment.”
“Um… thanks for the Yelp review,” Imala deadpans. I snicker as she adds her suggestion. “Maybe you need to be in love? Because Marko’s is gorgeous. Or, maybe at least feel something other than moderate attraction to him. You know, like maybe just looking into his blue-green eye makes you forget how to breathe so you know touching him would be electric…”
I sit up and stare at my phone. What the fuck?
“Oran’s eyes are gray and Markos aren’t blue-green. Who in the fuck are you talking about, little sister?” Esme challenges her.
“It’s just an example. I’m scrolling through Insta and saw a picture of Jesse Williams.”
“Uh huh,” Esme hums, not too convinced. “Well, go back to your hubby, Kar. I want a full download when you return and can speak freely.”
“Okay, we’ll have a girls’ night when I return. Love you both.”
I tip-toe into the room, drop my robe, and climb into bed.
Oran turns and pulls me to his chest, his soft hair tickles my cheek. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of feeling his skin.
“How did you score me,” he asks, rubbing my back to give me more of his heat.
“What?” I pretend to not understand his question.
Oran’s chest rumbles when he hums his disbelief of my ignorance.
“We’ve been here a week, you’ve never made a late-night phone call. We fuck, and now you have pressing island business?”
He got me.
“I was just checking in with my sisters,” I deflect while placing kisses on his chest.
He moans softly in the back of his throat as he pulls my lower body closer until his erection greets my belly. Oran slides my leg along his until my knee rests at the top of his hip.
“And what did you rate me?”
My soft sigh fills th
e space between us. My tactile exploration of his chest ends with me locking my hands behind his neck. His tongue grazes my lip to get an answer.
“Terrible. One star review. So boring, I almost fe-” Oran slides in halfway.
It’s the third time he’s penetrated me, yet each time surprises me.
“You were saying?” He challenges, not bothering to give more. He grips my hip to keep me from seeking it. “I would stay just like this to tease you, or ban you from my dick for lying…” Oran rolls me onto my back and himself on top of me. “But fucking you feels too damn good.”
He pumps into me with enough force to knock the headboard against the wall. My nails slice into his shoulder, pulling a sexy growl out of him. His kiss is branding and has me gulping for breath once he retreats.
“You want it rough, Trophy? Ready to learn all the ways I love being fucked?” I arch into him, taking his bruising thrusts and mewling for more. Oran’s teeth sinking into my collarbone shocks an orgasm out of me. “Do you have what it takes to be my naughty apprentice?” he pants as I spasm around him.
It’s too much and I want more. Oran turns me inside out yet wraps me up in his sex appeal until I’m willing to do anything for this feeling.
“Yes. Fuck, yes! Anything you want.”
The pounding from next door starts, signaling Jagger and Ainslee’s return. There’s something sexy about fucking at the same time, each couple adding our own erotic mix until the night.
“Your pussy is wetter from hearing our friends fuck, dirty girl.”
He pulls out, flips me into a doggy-style position, then shoves his dick back inside. Fisting my hair, he positions my head until I’m looking at the shadowy wall, only seeing what the moonlight allows.
“Look at it. Imagine it’s a window and we all can see each other.”
My juices slip down my inner thighs and Oran grinds into me while creating a picture I didn’t think I’d want. I’ve never really felt voyeuristic or like an exhibitionist, but damn it’s hot. He applies hot, wet kisses to my spine and neck as he reaches around to toy with my clit. His voice is rough and edging towards losing control when he asks his next question.
“How hard would watching them get off while I fuck you make you cum?”
I fall back over the edge, whimpering through the shock flowing through my body. Oran remains still, leaving his dick pressed to the hilt until I’m done. He allows me to collapse, then rolls me onto my back once more.
He rocks into me, slow yet rough until he’s coating my insides. I wrap my trembling legs around him, asking for everything he has.
The kiss he gives me, as he repositions us on our sides without disconnecting, is gentle and loving yet his special brand of dirty.
“I love you,” he whispers. His gaze is just as connected to mine as his dick still buried inside of me. “But, I’ll have to punish you about having sex fantasies about my best friend.”
I chuckle in the dark as his bullshit kills the after sex mood.
“Shut up, Hell.”
Chapter 34
Oran
I walk back to our room still confused by Mikos announcement that he’s the godfather Jagger and Ainslee’s child. When in the actual fuck was that a possibility? Granted, I don’t know if it’s a desire of Ainslee’s. In that case, I have no horse in the race. I’d never fuck with their union to demand a role that is given as an honor. Now, if this is something that is supposed to be Jagger’s decision, then we’ll have a problem. I shrug it off for now; we have months to iron out the details, but I have a very naked, yet exhausted wife to wake up. I switch the mug from one hand to the next to transfer the heat. The aroma of the green tea teases of nostrils as I push the door open with my hip. Karessa sits up in the bed rubbing her tired eyes with her hair splayed all over her head.
I smile to myself, glad I’ve finally fucked up her perfection. She readjusts herself in the bed to make room for me, her chocolate tipped tits bounce with the movement and aptly grabs my dick’s attention.
“Put those away if you want to join the others for breakfast,” I order her with a kiss on her forehead. “Pomegranate green tea with one sugar for my trophy.”
“Good morning,” she coos.
Still naked, she clasps the mug with two hands to siphon the heat. It’s a comfortable morning like we do this all the time. I think about how we lived in separate rooms to keep our hormones at bay, but this honeymoon has me accustomed to sleeping next to her. Even if we would have made it to the other side of this trip without having sex, her going back to her room would have been unacceptable.
“I’m guessing I need not tell you that your bedroom is now a guest room.” Karessa smiles at me then licks tea from her lips in a way that borders seduction. “Stop it, woman. I’m trying my best not to stick my dick inside of you but you keep trying me.”
Karessa’s laugh is light but has a smokey quality that’s alluring. “Oran, all I did was wake up and tell you good morning.”
I steal a kiss from her tea-warmed lips. “That’s enough. Hurry up.”
She lingers on my lips, savoring the kiss before she leans back and opens her bright green eyes.
“Or, you can go shower while I finish my tea and then we can switch. How’s that?”
Karessa watches me as I rise and let my clothes fall to the floor. She’s scowling at me by the time I’m naked. Her eyes follow me to the bathroom.
“Oran?” she calls out. I turn to her before disappearing into the bathroom. “Very nice ass, you big tease.”
I wink then dip out of sight. She has no idea how big of a tease I can be.
* * *
The last week in Italy flew by with our enhanced relationship. I’ve taken her several ways, yet it’s not enough. The last night there, she wanted to make love under the stars again. I was more than happy to fulfill that request. Glancing over at her picture on my desk, I realize I miss her. It’s my first day back and I need to readjust to going hours without seeing her. Even still, the knocking on my office door gives me fantasies of Karessa strutting in here and demanding some dick.
Once I bellow my permission to enter, Dondi glides into my office. He’s so smooth, even his walk looks effortless.
That’s awkward. I keep my amusement of having sex fantasies of the daughter of the man who’d just entered my office to myself.
“What brings you away from your busy banking day?” I greet him. I no longer feel the irritation I’d felt towards him in the beginning of this. Part of me wants to thank him for making such a stupid bet.
I rise to shake his hand when he nears. One perfect eyebrow shoots up, matching one of the many expressions Karessa has thrown at me. It’s obvious Dondi and I need to talk; he still doesn’t know where we stand.
“I just left lunch with my baby girl. She’s glowing and I had to come see if you two matched.” An enormous smile stretches across his face, flashing his perfect teeth. I know he knows the answer without my words.
I offer them anyway. “I love her.”
“Good. Good,” he nods. “I just knew you two would be good together.”
“How?” His blind faith in my kindness still confuses me.
“Well, It’s like I said. I knew you when your mother was around. She raised you. You may have hardened yourself over the years to deal with your loss and take over the family business, but you are her at the core. You care. I knew if my daughter could get around your shell and you’d love her.”
I place my hands on my hips and stare at him. “What made you so sure?”
He shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. I’ve watched both of you for the last few years and felt you’d fit.”
“And the prenup?”
Dondi waves it off like it’s a thing of the past. “Elmer’s bullshit. I only allowed it because I saw your potential.”
“Meaning?”
We take our seats, settling in for a longer conversation. “We had two different focuses. He was planning your break-up, I was planning
your future. The promises kept him happy, but I was thinking long game.”
“In other words, you expected we wouldn’t need it.”
Dondi nods. “Do you see you two breaking up?”
“Hell, no.” My conviction is powerful and border lining angry at just the thought of it. “Is this why you took the bet.”
“Yes, and no. I was aiming for what I’d gain if I’d won.”
Not knowing what’s at stake has been plaguing my mind the entire time. What was so important that he was willing to sacrifice my wife? I can see the weariness in his face when he remembers that night.
“Your dad had pissed me off again. He’d undercut a deal and didn’t deliver as promised. Even retired, he’s still fucking with dealings to make himself relevant. He doesn’t mess with Andres because he’d come up missing, or the Hanlon’s by extension. Which leaves me. Andres and I respect each other and get along well, but your dad fucking up a LeClaire venture isn’t his problem.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Dondi curse, but he makes it sound elegant like my wife. He wrings his hands but continues the tale.
“I told him he wasn’t wanted here. No one on the Island likes nor trusts him. I asked him to leave and relinquish his Founder’s position to you. We much rather have you at the table. Honesty is at least part of your vocabulary.”
It’s strangely honoring to know they prefer me, a transplant legacy, at the Founder’s table. This information also illuminates how much faith Dondi really has in me, and at this moment, he’s the best father-in-law in the world.
“And the others? They were okay with me stepping in as the head of the Hales?”
“They agreed, which pissed off your dad. As you know a foundering member cannot be kicked off the table unless they’ve done something extreme and inexcusable. It can only be vacated by death or voluntarily stepping down. He said if I won the hand, he’d leave as long as I’d approve a Hale and LeClaire union, like the Hanlons and Bishops’, if he wins.”
He points his finger at me, the anger he was hiding the last time he visits flashes in his light brown eyes.
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