The Chase I (Double XX Book 1)

by Xyla Turner

  “You like that don’t you, baby.” he moaned.

  “Yes.”

  “You like it when I hit that spot? Hmm, baby girl, you feel so good. You’re so tight. You are squeezing the shit out of me. I love it.”

  I moan as a response. I am speechless.

  “You like when Daddy takes you, don’t you?” He demanded.

  “Yes.”

  “How much do you like it?”

  “I love it,” I whimpered.

  He groaned, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

  Moaning, I wrap my legs around him tighter. He rides me faster as I catch his rhythm and for a few minutes he and I are in sync, fucking, while staring each other in the eyes.

  I think I am falling in love.

  Oh shit.

  This was the most profound sexual experience of my life. He starts going faster, but I could not keep up, so I lifted up as he continued to hit my spot. He started pounding it and I fuckin’ lost my shit.

  My mouth was screaming his name, while I was digging my nails in his back, meeting his manic thrust and holding on for dear life all at the same time. His head was in the pillow while mine was in his neck. He pounded his way home as I bit into his neck, it felt like I was literally coming out of my skin.

  Now, I know where he gets the biting from. Fucking great sex.

  That was so intense. I fell back because I thought I might pass out.

  Well, apparently, I did.

  ****

  I woke up to the smell of bacon, but started to panic because I did not recognize where I was. It took a minute for me to remember, I was in Xavier’s suite in Brooklyn. Lying naked under the cover, I was still cold because the air condition seemed to be on full-blast. Right on time, my stomach groaned, so I rolled out of bed, to find the bacon. My body was a little sore, between my legs, my hips and my arms. Sex could be a real workout.

  Feeling a little sluggish due to the soreness, I stumbled to his ridiculous closet to grab a button-up shirt that hit me a little higher than my mid-thigh. Well in the movies, the shirt usually hits the woman above the knee, but in real life, I am 5’7, not 5’1 like Reese Witherspoon or 5’4 like Kerry Washington. So, it made sense. The point is, I am there to put on the shirt and not being pushed out like so many of my leading ladies.

  My nose began to follow the scent of the bacon, where I see Xavier standing behind the grill that sat in the middle of his stove, cooking burgers. He had an assortment of lettuce, tomatoes, onions, bacon, relish, mustard, and ketchup on the side.

  WOW.

  He looked up and for a moment, he just stares at me. Then he smiles, causing me to shyly smile back at him.

  He points to the chair he wants me in, so I move to sit in it with no hesitation. He watched me climb on the tall chair, then he moves towards me, “How are you feeling, baby?”

  “I’m good, just hungry,” I reply.

  “Any soreness?”

  “A little, but that’s normal”

  “Where?”

  “My hips, arms and legs?” I half-asked, half-answered.

  He nodded.

  “How long till they are done?” I asked.

  “Another five minutes. I know you like them well-done.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Why? Have you ever heard it loses it flavor?”

  Internally, I cringe about this question because I am usually scolded for having my meat cooked well. There was no accusation in his voice, then I realized that he was making an effort to find out the meaning behind what he read in the dossier.

  “In 7th grade, we learned about tape worms, so that scared me ever since. Unfortunately, the few times I have tried to eat meat that wasn’t cooked well, I became extremely sick, which included throwing up and all that good stuff.”

  He nodded, like he understood.

  Then, I asked, “How do you take your meat?”

  He smiled saying, “The same way you do.”

  So, I asked, “Why?”

  He said, “Because I had a tape worm when I was younger, causing me to be very sick for a long time. Nobody knew what was wrong, but eventually, after I started losing weight, yet, still eating like a horse, they figured it out.”

  “Oh my, how old were you?”

  “15 years old.”

  “Wow, that’s rough at 15.”

  “No kidding.”

  He put his hand around my neck and leaned down to kiss me on the lips. It was only a chaste kiss, but it felt like more. I smiled as he looked me in the eyes, like he was searching for something. I stared back at him, then lifted my hands to wrap around his neck, so I could pull him down to me and kiss him deeper. He let me for a while, then he took over the kiss. Such a man. He had on a white fitted t-shirt, showing his defined muscles and loose fitting red shorts, therefore I touched his abs over the shirt.

  He pulled back and said, “Are you hungry for food or me?”

  “Both.” I grinned.

  “How about we eat first, so you’ll have your strength and not pass out again. Then, we’ll get our fill of each other.”

  “I like that plan.”

  He stroked both thumbs down my face, as if he was framing it, but still searching my eyes. I was not sure what he was looking for, but I guess he did not find it.

  ****

  After we finished those delicious burgers, we sat in the family room, where he had on ESPN. The TV in the family room was bigger than the one in his bedroom. How was that even possible? Sitting on the coach with him paying me no attention, started to get boring, so I stood to go back to his bedroom.

  He stopped roaming the stations and asked, “Where are you going?”

  “To the bedroom.”

  “Why, stay here?”

  “I don’t want to watch ESPN.”

  “But you like sports.”

  “Yes, I like them, but not enough to spend my time watching them and being ignored in the process.”

  He smirked, “Aww, your pussy is feeling neglected.”

  “My pussy is feeling just fine, it’s me who is feeling ignored.”

  “Come here.”

  “I’m good. I don’t want to keep you from your games. Keep doing what you do. I can keep myself occupied.”

  “Come here,” he put the command in his voice.

  Here we go. To avoid the dominant man hassle, I went.

  “What?” I snapped.

  He got off the couch, took my hand to bring me to the back of the couch. Closing in on me, he said, “Watch that tone with me, baby because I’ll spank that ass.”

  My sex pulsed at his words as I know my face heated instantly. He was so dirty, I loved it. He started to unbutton the shirt I had on and slid it off my shoulders. Then he bent down in my face and said, “Turn around, bend over the couch and spread for me.”

  Hot damn.

  I slowly turned to bend over the couch because I was not sure what he was going to do next. Xavier palmed my ass cheek with one hand and spanked the other cheek, before he spread them apart.

  My whole body was on fire with the mental image of him, including the actual feeling of what he was doing. Xavier licked the juices from my dripping sex, then trailed his tongue to my puckered small channel.

  Hmm, that felt so good.

  I wanted him to take me right there. I started to rotate my hips, then I felt him spanked me on the ass. Ohhh. That felt so good, so I started to rotate some more. He smacked my ass again.

  “Stay still or I will tie you down.” He barked at me.

  With fire in my eyes, I looked back at him and rotated my hips, until he took both his hands and spanked my ass nice and hard. Then he said, “You like that?”

  “Hmmm, yes.”

  He groaned, then quickly left, but a few seconds later he came back with two packs of condoms and his shirt off.

  “Spread for Daddy.”

  Listening to him, I spread my legs and pushed my ass up higher. The condom packet ripped open, then he leaned over me and said, “I�
��m going to take you from the back. You like that don’t you. You want it.”

  “Hmm, yes. I want that.”

  “I know you do, baby. You’ve been begging me to fuck you like this for a while now. Haven’t you?” He asked.

  “Oh, yes.”

  Xavier lined up his hard erection with my dripping sex, then around in a circular motion. In my attempt to hurry him up, I move back, but he smacked my ass. My moan escaped my mouth because I loved that he spanked me, but I also wanted him in me.

  “That’s my good girl.”

  He inserted his cock in my tight abyss, causing me to gasp. Oh my! He groaned, then he started to move. In an attempt to meet his thrust, I backed up, but he held my hips to guide my movements. He was a skilled lover, that was for sure. Hitting the right spot, holding me tight, and using the right rhythm.

  “You love it when I take you like this, don’t you baby girl?”

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  “Tell me how much you love it, baby.”

  “I love it when you stroke me like this and make me go crazy. I love it when you speed up, so I can’t keep.”

  He groaned, but sped up more.

  “I love it when you spank my ass, while you take me from the back. Show me how naughty I am and how naughty girls get punished”

  He moved my hands, to spank me on each ass cheek. My ass was on fire as I felt my climax coming on strong.

  “Spank me harder, I’ve been so bad.” I scream.

  Xavier was close to losing it, but he spanks me harder. Then he groans, “Baby, you going make me come all you.”

  “Oh, yes.”

  He put his index finger to my mouth, so I could suck on it. I started to rotate, thrn shake back and forth on him. It is the most erotic thing ever. I was so close to coming.

  Then he said, “Fuck me, baby. Ride it, baby, it’s yours. Only yours.”

  I lost it again. His words sent me over the edge. I started to move frantically on him. Reaching down to rub my clit, I exploded. He groaned, “Yes, baby squeeze it. Fuuuccckk! Cum all over it, baby, it’s yours.”

  I kept coming. I was rubbing and moving back and forth, screaming his name, “Yes, Xavier, I love it. Fuck me, yesss, fuck me hard.”

  He tilted up my hips and started hitting that spot again. I screamed. I know people heard because I was not quiet. He kept stoking my sweet spot, causing me to explode. My sex clenched on him in an attempt to milk him dry. He wasn’t coming though.

  So, I said, “Take it like you own it.”

  He groaned and his thrust became erratic.

  “I. Do. Own. It.” He grounded out.

  I moaned.

  “Your whole body belongs to me.”

  I kept moaning.

  “Say it.”

  When I said nothing, he slapped my ass and growled, “Say it now.”

  “Ohh, you own my whole body, every part. I’m always wet for you. My lips are always moist for you. My body always responds to you. My cheeks always jiggle for you. Only you.”

  He gripped my hips harder, then pounded his release in my heated sex. He stroked some more and once he finished, I jutted my ass towards him and he groaned, “Your begging me for it, aren’t you, baby girl?”

  “Hmm, yes.”

  “You are magnificent. Don’t you ever fuckin’ leave me.”

  Wow.

  Xavier stroked my neck and stayed leaned over me, like he was tired and said, “Your pussy still feeling neglected?”

  “No, she’s feeling quite satisfied.”

  “You want to go into the bedroom while I catch up on some things?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, baby. I’ll be in shortly. Clean up while you are in there because I will want to finish where I left off.”

  I moaned and he slapped the side of my ass. “You are so naughty.”

  “Only for you,” I said.

  He smiled at that and started searching my face again. Then he kissed me and breathed against my lips, “When I come in there I want this mouth on me. Nice and slow, so I can stoke you to sleep again.”

  “Yes, baby.”

  He swatted my butt, to signal for me to go. I guess there would be no more Kevin.

  13 NOT QUITE

  I grabbed my purse and pulled out my phone as I made it back to the bedroom. I had several messages, email and one voicemail. There was nothing major on email, just some last minute business deals I needed to attend to tomorrow or Friday, before I left for Italy. I had a text from my sister, brother, and mother, who wanted to tell me they saw the news segment. They were so ecstatic and proud. I smiled. I’ll call them later and then there was a voicemail from an unknown number. I figured it was a telemarketer because they get sneakier by the day.

  I listened:

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  Hey Xena,

  This is Mark Gavin. I texted you earlier to see when you wanted to get together for dinner, but I received a text back stating that you were no longer available and told me to lose this number. Then, I was threatened that they would make my life miserable if I attempted to contact you again. Was this you? Or was it a joke? I tried to text back, but it said you weren’t accepting messages right now and then, no calls would go through. So, I blocked my number and I’m leaving this message. I’m not sure if your phone has been stolen or what, but I did want to reach out to make sure everything was alright.

  Hope to hear from you.

  BEEP.

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  What in the holy hell?

  That son of a bitch. He had taken possession to another level. Threatening people, using his power to control and manipulate. Abusing his authority. I hated shit like that. Xavier was a fucking bully. He probably got to Kevin too. Like now, why in the hell am I here when he has done the same to me.

  URG.

  Quickly gathering my clothes and putting them on, I nabbed my purse and called for the elevator. I was searching for another escape besides the loud elevator, but I did not see any. I want to get out of there before he comes out of the family room. The elevator makes a loud ding when the doors open. I quickly step on and just as the doors close, I see him come into the room. Thank God. I get to the bottom and I discreetly drop my water bottle in the elevator to keep the doors from closing, prohibiting him from following me or at least giving me some time to escape.

  I watched as Deek put the receiver down, then called to me, “Ms. Fuller, Mr. Andrews wants…”

  I cut him off as I walked hesitantly towards the front door, “No disrespect Deek, but I don’t quite care what Mr. Andrews wants. He clearly doesn’t care what I want.”

  I opened the doors and literally ran a few blocks away from where I thought he might look. I called a taxi, went straight to my apartment and packed as much as I could in 20 minutes. Dragging two suitcases, I caught another taxi to the airport, where I rented a car and drove to DC, to spend time with my mom because I just could not deal with that man. He was draining me dry and not from orgasms, but my emotional energy. It felt like I was on a freaking roller coaster. One minute, he’s sweet, the next he’s domineering, the next he’s confused, and the next he’s down right too possessive to the point of craziness. I didn’t need that shit in my life. He just rocked my world six ways until Sunday, but he took this whole possession, ownership thing to another level.

  Threatening people?

  What did I get myself into?

  14 She’s Gone

  Xavier:

  I saw those elevator doors close and I knew that she had left me for good. She should not have been left alone. The thought that she might renege and go back to running from me, crossed my mind, but the look in her eyes wasn’t one of fear, it was of hurt. I had done something, but I was only in the other room.

  “FFFUUUCCCKKK,” I growled at the top of my lungs.

  Get control, Xavier. Get fuckin’ control now and think. I told myself.

  I called Deek, so he could try and stall her. Hoping that he would not touch her because she’d
flatten him. I could hear in the background that the elevator doors opened, and he responded by telling me she was there. He must have put the receiver down and didn’t hang up.

  All I could hear was her elevated voice, saying, “No disrespect Deek, but I don’t quite care what Mr. Andrews wants. He clearly doesn’t care what I want.”

  Yup, that was hurt, not fear.

  What the fuck?

  The elevator would not come to my floor, even as I kept pushing the call button. There was no noise, or movement, nor did the needle change. This was my personal elevator, what the hell was going on?

  Deek came back to the phone and said, “I’m sorry sir, but she wouldn’t even listen to me. She left.”

  “See which way she went.”

  “Right away, sir”

  More shuffling, but the elevator still didn’t move. What the fuck? I was getting angrier by the second.

  Deek came back to the phone. “Sir, I know she went left, but I don’t see her anywhere.”

  “Fine,” I snapped.

  “My personal elevator won’t come, go and see what is going on?”

  “Right away, sir.”

  Some shuffling and then I heard movement a minute later. Deek came back to the phone and said, “It appears that Ms. Fuller put a water bottle between the doors sir, so they would not close. The car should be to your suite, momentarily. Sir.”

  That fuckin’ woman.

  I grabbed a t-shirt, wallet, and car keys before I headed out. There was no sign of her within a three-block radius in both directions and I had no idea where she would have gone. I ran to my car and saw my brother Matthew getting out of his vehicle.