Armani watched in awe as she floated towards him, slow and sexy. He could see an unexpected pink flush color her cheeks. He could tell that she was embarrassed by her nudeness. Rising from the bed he crossed the large bedroom to meet her.
EJ looked at him in anticipation as he gathered her tiny frame into his arms. Her big doe like eyes arrested his breathing. Lowering his face to hers, he cautiously sampled her lips. They were as sweet as blueberries and he craved more. Armani loved the way their lips fit together and their tongues danced when they kissed. He instantly became hard. His body ached for her and he had to have her. Lifting her body from the floor he carried her to his bed.
Their eyes locked on each other as the contemplated what would come next. Armani’s dick was as hard as the note on his super yacht, so EJ knew exactly what he wanted and expected. The question was if she was ready to take their relationship to the physical level. She dated the sexy Matias for over three months and never once even became moist.
After one lunch date with Armani she practically had to super clue her knees together to keep from fucking him. EJ quickly resolved that she was half past ready to get it started. Her eyes closed as she smothered Armani’s mouth with a scorching kiss. Just like that she gave him the green light and surrendered herself completely to him. She could only pray that he knew what to do with the gift she had just bestowed upon him.
“I want to make love to you. Would that please you?” The polite prince asked.
“Yes… Very much.” EJ conceded as she watched lust and desire dance the Tango in his hazel eyes.
Armani did not respond. He gently kissed her shoulder blade as he carefully peeled the spaghetti strap of her short nightgown over her shoulder, one after the other. With EJ’s help he gingerly pulled it over her head and tossed it to the end of the bed. EJ’s haunting eyes searched his for approval. Armani’s breath got caught in his throat prompting him to swallow hard as her perfect breasts were freed. His eyes closed briefly as if he was bathing in an invisible sun. She was breathtakingly beautiful and Armani could not believe that she was about to give herself to him.
“You are by far the most exquisite woman I’ve ever known. I can’t believe you belong to me.” He breathed a long breath before his mouth closed in on hers.
Slowly on top of her now outstretched body he covered her body with his. EJ’s legs opened wide to accommodate him between them. They kissed long and deep as his gentle but firm hands took possession and claimed every inch of her body. Starting with her breast, Armani squeezed and sampled their firmness. He groaned as the soft flesh squished perfectly in his hands. EJ moaned as the sensation immediately resonated like a ripple throughout her body.
She was very sexually experienced but she was a highly volatile, sexual being. Her thighs wrapped around his back and her hips swirled as she gyrated on Armani’s hard dick. It felt delicious and she didn’t care what he thought of her for enjoying it. Frankly, it felt wonderful to Armani as well. He was like a Chocoholic alone in Willie Wonker’s Chocolate Factory and EJ was his favorite temptation.
His mouth wasted no time finding its way to EJ’s perky breast. He opened wide and gobbled it in one big hungry bite. EJ’s legs clamped tighter around his back in response. Her pussy thumped wildly and cream flooded her sex soaking her thong in the process. Her need was palpable and Armani’s was too great to tease her.
Reluctantly releasing her breast from his greedy mouth he asked for permission to turn up the heat in that stateroom just a tad bit higher. “I want to taste you. Can I kiss your thighs?”
Now EJ knew that was not what he wanted to kiss. And if this sexy man kissed between her legs and only kissed her thighs she was going to be fucking pissed. Still she played the lady card and nodded yes.
“Are you sure it’s alright?”
“Please, kiss me where ever you like, I’m yours now.”
Armani watched as desire darkened EJ’s blue eyes. He knew she wanted it as much as he did. He kissed her softly. His eyes held hers captive as he slowly removed he black lace thong. She arched her back to help bringing her freshly manicured mound high in the air. Armani seized the opportunity to keep it there.
Grabbing her by her onion booty he pulled her pussy towards his face, extending an exploratory tongue he licked her clit to get a little taste. She tasted like hot butterscotch and he was instantly a butterscotch addict. Burying his face deeper between her open legs Armani devoured her. The unsuspecting EJ struggled hard to acclimate herself to the array of pleasure that overloaded her senses. It had been years since she saw a man bury his face in her pussy and ironically he looked just like Armani.
EJ’s mouth quickly formed a perfect O as Armani’s hot tongue snaked in and out of her wet pussy licking the juices that continued to flood it like a broken dam flooding a basin. Her back arched tilting her pelvis forward as she rubbed her koochie hard against his insatiable mouth. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced and she soon found herself strapped to the tip of a nuclear warhead that was about detonate.
A slow grin creased Armani’s handsome face he knew EJ. He wanted the first time he made love to EJ to be a night she’d never forget. Latching onto her clit he slurped it like a straw until it was pulled into his hot mouth. Then he hollowed his cheeks and sucked it even further into the depths of his mouth.
EJ’s legs clamped around his head putting it a vice grip. Armani felt her body rip apart at the seams as she squirted warm cream in his mouth. Squirming and thrashing and screaming she released harder than she’d ever come in her life. Determined to give her the moustache ride of her young life Armani continued to chew on her cookie until she exploded in sweet ecstasy once again.
Her body soon went limp as she surrendered to the pleasure that enveloped her like a snug cocoon. Armani knew she was ready for him and he was beyond ready for her. His dick throbbed and jerked violently as he tried to roll the magnum condom along its length. He couldn’t remember it ever being this excited about getting some pussy. He could hardly sheath it. It was so anxious and menacing.
EJ recovered long enough to see how hard, veiny and huge it was. “Ah shit!” She unconsciously murmured as she realized she was in trouble.
If Armani heard her he didn’t acknowledge it. Frankly his hands were full wrestling that African Rock Python that refused to wear a damn condom. Finally managing to somehow convince it to slither in the condom Armani returned his attention to EJ. She was balled up in the fetal position and Armani swore she was sucking her thumb.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked as he rolled her on her back and climbed between her legs. He delicately sampled her lips in an attempt to revive her before he released that angry python in her grotto.
EJ used the remainder of her strength to nod yes. She knew ready or not she was about to be impelled by that thick ten inch dick of his. “Yes.”
Snaking his tongue in her mouth to distract her Armani pressed the head of that enraged monster at the entrance of her womb. He groaned and she gasped as the head stretched her and wiggled. “Damn you’re tight.” He unconsciously breathed as he pushed in a little further.
EJ’s mouth tried to say, “Fuck you got a big damn dick!” Luckily for her no sound emerged from her vocal cords, besides there was no time.
Armani was stuffing that overgrown African snake into her tight pussy threatening to split it completely open. Before she could even think about protesting he had sank it balls damn deep and was making himself at home. His eyes engaged hers to assure she was still with him. She nodded in the affirmative that she was ready. Withdrawn almost completely he sunk it back in position with one hard thrust.
“Oh shit!” EJ gurgled as his big ass dick smashed against her hot spot. A new wave of arousal washed over her body and her eyes popped wide open as her senses went on full alert.
Armani eyes brightened and a sexy smile crept slowly across his face indicating that he was about to fuck the hell out of her. EJ was revived and all in. She h
adn’t had dick in seven years and she was seven years overdue. Wrapping her thighs high on her back she let Armani know that she came to play.
Armani chuckled as he went to work punching EJ’s Pretty Kitty in the face repeated, hard, without mercy. Putting his back in every stroke he tried to punch his dick through EJ’s damn back. Clamping down on his dick her vaginal muscles EJ quickly let him know that he might be the Crown Prince but she was the Queen of Pussyville and this territory was completely under her domain.
“Aw Fuck!” He cried out as her pussy muscles sucked on his throbbing dick like they were a damn mouth. “Damn you feel so good.”
Armani’s donkey dick soon proved to be no match for EJ’s Kegel muscle mastery. Moments later a humungous squall of pleasure slam in his back hard. His stiffened and seized as he screamed out in victor like a conquering Viking returning home to Scandinavia. Caught mid stroke and consumed by his overwhelming release Armani loss control and went into an unattractive full body seizure as he shot his load and filled the magnum condom with his juices.
EJ wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close as the waves of pleasure that crashed over him eventually subsided. Struggling to recover and regain his cool prince persona Armani decided to toss all of his cool points on the table and whisper in EJ’s ear, “I’m in love with you EJ.”
Without hesitation EJ confessed, “I’m in love with you too Prince Armani.”
The revelation was overwhelming. Gathering her in his strong, muscular arms he kissed her tenderly, right after thanking God for sending him this incredible woman.
Chapter 27 Armani
Armani’s private limo awaited Armani and EJ when they returned from their romantic cruise. EJ waited patiently in the backseat while Armani concluded some business with the captain and the crew. As fate would have it the back of EJ’s earring popped off and fell to the floor. While searching for it she came across a large envelope stuffed beneath the seat.
Now, normally EJ would have just ignored it, but this this envelope had her name written in large strokes across the front of it. The handwriting wasn’t Armani’s, which further peaked her interest. EJ could tell the envelope contained photos and she strongly suspected that it contained photos of her. She was right.
Some way, somehow Armani had mistakenly left an envelope full of surveillance photos in the limo. EJ jaw shattered to the ground as she quickly shuffled through the stack of approximately twenty to thirty pictures of her. There were picture so f her at home, at her office, at the gym, at the hair salon and even at the gynecologist’s office.
“Oh my God!” She screamed. “This man has been spying on me! What the hell!”
To say that EJ was pissed would be a gross underestimation of the degree to which she was pissed. In the infamous words of Buzz Lightyears, EJ was pissed to infinity and beyond!
“Who the fuck does he think he is? How could he invade my privacy like this?”
All types of crazy thoughts flooded her brain as she reshuffled through the pictures and tried to make sense of the purpose for the pictures. “Oh my God! Why would he do this?”
Coming up with nothing that made logical sense she summoned the driver and ordered the driver to remove her bags from the drunk. “James will you please remove my bags from the back and set them on the curve. I think I’m going to take a cab.”
“Miss Jones. Prince Armani will be right out. Please be patient five more minutes.”
“Please just do as I asked. Mr. Armani and I have a disagreement and I’d prefer to take a cab. So cold you please call me a cab and remove my bags from the car?”
“Yes Miss Jones, right away. I’m sorry to hear that.”
EJ got out of the car with the envelope of picture in hand. As James removed the last of her bags Armani approached. Confused he ran to her to see what was going on.
“Where are you going? What’s wrong?” He asked puzzled.
“You want to know what’s wrong Armani? This is what’s wrong!” She snapped as she threw the envelope for of pictures into his chest. “How fucking could you disrespect my privacy like that?”
“EJ I can explain!” Armani responded as he tried to pull her in his arms.
EJ quickly wrestled her way free. “Get the fuck off of me? Who the fuck do you think you are? You think that because you have money you have the right to invades people’s privacy?”
“EJ please just let me explain!” Armani begged.
“Just save it Crown Prince Hakeem of Zumunda! We’re finished! There’s not a damn thing that you can say to me to fix this.” EJ snorted. “By the way Armani… Just so you know… I don’t need your damn money. Well, I guess you already knew that though, didn’t you?”
Armani tried to approach EJ one last time. “EJ please just get in the limo and hear me out. I promise this is not what it seems.”
“Whatever! Just leave me alone! I don’t ever want to talk to you again! So, lose my number Prince Loser!”
EJ’s words were disrespectful and they cut Armani to his heart like a samurai blade. He didn’t have the heart to continue to try to win her over. He watched as a cab approached and EJ got in. He nodded for his driver to put her bags in the cab and to pay the driver. His heart ached and he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover.
Brokenhearted Armani called her daily, but EJ would not accept his calls. Afraid he’d lose her forever he backed off and gave her, her space.
Chapter 28 Prissy
EJ thought that she was rid of her haunting reoccurring dreams of Paul. She assumed she was finally rid of the nightmare of losing Paul forever and she could finally be happy. Unfortunately, since her breakup with Armani her dreams were back with vengeance. The dreams were now more graphic, more realistic and dare we say even more damaging. But the dreams were not about Paul anymore. The leading man starring in EJ’s dreams was no longer Paul, but was now Prince Armani Fabre′ and the carnage of waking up without him in her life was more than EJ could bare.
Yes, the dreams were back and they were a stark reminder of what could have been if she had just allowed Armani to explain. The dreams paralyzed EJ with grief and fear and caused her to crawl deeper and deeper into depression. They took away EJs ability to move on and love again and frankly they took away her hope of ever being happy.
The moment that Prissy realized that the dreams were back she knew what she had to do. EJ was too temperamental, stubborn and strong willed to admit to any man that she was wrong, not even the love of her life. EJ would rather bathe in kerosene and set her on ass on fire before going to Armani to amend their differences and Prissy knew that. She knew it because EJ told her so.
“EJ this isn’t healthy for you or the girls. You need to get your ass out of bed. While you at it… Wash your stinky ass and then take your pitiful little ass to that man and apologize!” Prissy advised as she opened the blinds to allow the afternoon sun to shine into EJ’s dark bedroom. “Got me over here cooking and cleaning for your kids while you wallow in self- pity! Fuck that! Get your ass out of that damn bed now before I drag your fucking ass out! I’m fucking done!”
“They’re your girls too! Just take them to your house for the weekend and leave me alone. I don’t feel good.” EJ mumbled as she rolled over and pulled the covers over her head.
“Do what? Have you complete gone Coo- Coo for CoCo Puffs? It’s two days before Christmas! You haven’t even decorated the house or put up a damn tree!”
What did you say? “What day is it?” EJ spring up in horror.
“It’s December twenty third! Two days before Christmas!”
“Oh my God! I haven’t even been shopping! I didn’t get the girls anything for Christmas!” EJ screamed in frustration as she threw the mound of covers off and quickly got out of bed. “Why didn’t you stage your little damn intervention a week ago?” She huffed as she struggled to put her bedroom shoes on.
“Why the fuck did I even have to stage a damn intervention in the first place? Huh EJ?” Prissy snapped as she f
ollowed EJ into the bathroom. “I swear to God! You take dick way to seriously! You get a few inches of it and completely lose your damn mine!”
“You know what? Fuck you Priss! Everybody can’t just hop from dick to dick to dick like you! Okay?”
“Oh! Okay? You want to go then let’s go!” Prissy taunted as EJ got in the shower and quickly began to suds up. “For your information Miss Pure Pussy, I have had only two men in the last five years! Okay! One of which I gave my virginity to and the other who I’m about to marry. And yes! I hopped back and forth between those two dicks until I grew up and decided to move on! That’s what I thought you had finally done with Prince Fabre′… But no! He did something… Which you can’t even discuss because you are just so upset about it… And you pushed him away and went right back to square one!”
“You want to know why you don’t know what happened between Armani and me? Huh Prissy? Because it is none of your damn business! Okay, Prissy!”
“Hold the fuck up a second! Let’s get one fucking thing straight! Everything that concerns you and my nieces is my damn business! EJ you have been my best friend since elementary school! We tell each other every damn thing! So, any and everything you do is my business! So don’t even think about playing the mind your own business damn card with me, because I will take it and shove it up your little ass!”
“Oh my God, Prissy! Just leave it alone! I don’t have time for this bullshit! I have to get to Toys R Us and get the girls’ things while it still has toys left. At this late date I’ll be lucky if I can find a damn doll… Let alone two black versions of the Baby So Real. I fucking can’t believe I let a piece of dick make me forget about Christmas!” She vented before becoming emotional. “I’ll probably have to paint a Christmas tree on the wall, because it’ll be impossible to find one at this late date. Oh… And don’t even get me started on the decorations. Charlie Brown Christmas… Here we come. They’re never going to forgive me for this Prissy! I’m such a bad mother! What am I going to do!”
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