by Yvette Hines
“Kiera…damn!” His thick, hot seed filled her mouth.
She attempted to consume all of it, but was unable and some seeped from the corners of her mouth. Undeterred, she licked at his length and collected the remainder, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Releasing her, he extended a hand and aided her in rising.
“You are one special lady.”
“And a very exciting girl.” She winked at him.
He laughed. “How about you, me, Ray, Goodman, and Brown take this to the bed.”
“Absolutely.” She loved that he got her eighties song reference jokes. Other men had been too consumed with their own egos to pay much attention to her needs or what she said.
They both divested themselves of the remainder of their clothing and went to the bed. There first, she opened her nightstand drawer and took out a condom and held it out to him.
She admired his form as he moved toward her. The man was sculpted like a work of art. She’d seen the men at her gym who flexed in the mirror and prepared for competition; Drake could give them a run for their money. He was a muscular man, but he wasn’t swollen and grotesque like some men who ended up with just a head and shoulders or huge, angry veins running over their body under too-tight skin. No, Drake was perfect, fit, and his arms made her desire to feel them around her. His chest was cut and inviting, giving her thoughts of laying her head against it after sex while her hand caressed his rippling abs. But most of all she was a thighs girl. Maybe because a man’s thighs were so intimate. Usually the only time they were on display was around sex times, so it heightened her lust to see them. And Drake’s thighs were nothing short of amazing. As he walked toward her, his thigh muscles flexed and bunched. She wanted to surfboard him just so she could squeeze and grip his thighs. Several tremors went through her body at the thought.
He covered her hand with his and pulled her to him and placed a kiss on her neck, then the curve of her shoulder. Giving her a wink, he released her hand as he claimed the condom.
She climbed into the center of the bed and lay down. Keeping her focus on him, she watched him tear the packet open with his teeth and then shield his cock with one hand. Once that was done, she beckoned him to her with a finger.
He moved toward her until his face hovered above hers. “You are beautiful. I want you to know I didn’t come looking for you for this. For sex.”
“Am I forcing you? Would you like to stop?” She bit into her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she teased him.
“Fuck no. Just wanted you to understand how extraordinary I think you are. I couldn’t get you off my mind these couple of months and that is why I sought you out.” He brushed her nose with the tip of his. “So, if you want to stop…”
“Fuck, no.” She echoed his words, then palmed the back of his head, loving the cool silk of his hair, and brought his mouth down to hers. She kissed him and proved how much she wanted to be with him.
Drake settled between her thighs.
She parted them wider, giving him more room. The heavy warmth of his body greeted hers. Having him in her room and on top of her felt right, too right.
When the kiss ended he moved back just enough that she could see him clearly.
“I’m going to take this loving you part slow, if you don’t mind.” After she shook her head, he continued. “I don’t want to rush it or miss a moment of being beside you, feeling your body around mine.”
“Okay.” She kept her response minimal. She would have loved to say more, express to him the emotions rolling through her at that moment, but she felt breathless and overwhelmed.
Leaning down onto his knees, he took hold of her thighs. He held them wide and dragged her up his thighs. At this angel she could see the tiny triangle of hair above her sex, as well as her puffy, wet labia. In this position she could even glimpse the tip of her clit as it sat swollen with arousal and need.
“You are exquisite. I can’t wait to taste you later.” His gaze was locked on her pussy as he pressed her open more, until he was satisfied with the space between her legs.
Beyond her sex she could clearly see his cock, hard and ready once again. As if he hadn’t just climaxed. It was a magnificent sight and she barely could contain the excitement that it would soon be inside of her.
“Keep yourself open just like this.” He moved his hands.
Her thighs were trembling from the eagerness pulsing through her body and the strain she executed to keep them parted at such a degree. But she held her position proud.
With one hand, he stroked both sides of her clit and along her slit a few times. There was no longer hair on her sex, a recent waxing adventure, so nothing interrupted the feel of his touch. The full sensation made her light-headed with pleasure.
Fighting not to close her eyes, to enjoy his caress, she continued to stare.
Stopping his fondling, he spread his fingers and pressed her smooth labia wide.
She wished for a moment that she could switch places with him and see her wet, brown and pink sex from his viewpoint. The sight wouldn’t be new to her, more than once she’d taken a mirror and peered at herself for one reason or another, but never had she seen it aching and swollen with need, fully aroused by just being around Drake and having his hands on her.
Zoning back into the situation before her, she saw him take hold of his cock with his other hand. He shifted forward and pressed into her.
It was amazing to see and feel what was being done to her.
She began to pant and moan as he slipped along her walls, stretching pussy.
He went deeper, keeping his pace painstakingly slow.
Anxious to have all of him, she began to lift her hips, but his wide hand on her thigh halted her movement.
“Be still, sweet lady,” he groaned. “In life there are moments that shouldn’t be hastened.” His intense gaze met hers. “This is one of them.”
He didn’t look down this time, but kept eye contact with her as his cock met the end of her channel.
Slipping out, he glided back in, pressing in a little more until he reached his zenith that time.
Gasping at the intense impression his large dick made inside of her, she flexed her walls to get comfortable and accept the bold invasion.
“Are you all right?” He adjusted their position and moved over her, standard missionary.
“It’s marvelous.” She caressed his lips with her thumb. “You’re marvelous.”
His lips tilted in a crooked, side smile. “Why thank you. Now, if you’re finished marveling…can we get down to business?” He wiggled his brows.
Bringing her knees up along his side, she rotated her hips against him. “Oh, yes.”
This time, his groan sounded more like a growl, raw and raspy.
Doing it again, she giggled as he gripped the pillows beside her head and buried his face in the side of her neck, panting.
Then he pulled back and slammed his hard cock into her and ended her laughter and made her cry out in pleasure.
All the jokes and playfulness went away as they both thrust and bucked against each other. They took and gave pleasure, pushing one another to their limits.
As soon as her body was quivering and prepared to release, Drake would change positions or angles, forcing her to start all over again. Each time it took her to a higher level, causing her core to ache with the need to come. He kept her right on the cusp.
She did the same to him, reaching down and fondling or lightly squeezing his balls or brushing her fingers on the sensitive area directly behind his sac.
He’d start to drive harder and deeper inside of her, then she’d stop. Once she brought her knees in between them and keeping him pressed away from her so just the tip of his cock was able to slip in and out of her sex as she tightened around his crown.
“Ahhh…Kiera…damn, damn, damn, damn…” He gripped her knees and tried to angle his shaft inside.
She maintained her position and kept her knees locked
together as she pushed against his chest.
Undeterred, he offered her a sly smile as he became naughtier, more adventurous.
Not sure what he was planning, she flexed her walls several times around the tip of his rod.
When he palmed her ass with one hand, then brushed his thumb across the back opening of her sex where it was stretched around him, she gave him an inquiring stare. He was up to something and she was trying to discover what.
Then there was no need for guessing. In one swift move, he went from the edge of her sex and breached her ass. His cream-slick thumb entered the tight ring with minimal hindrance.
Shocked at the erotic invasion, she gasped, parted her thighs wide and arched her back. Her naïve movement accomplished two things: Drake was able to thrust completely inside her pussy, and he slipped his thumb all the way inside.
Her mind and body became a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain. Not a bad pain, but a burning ache derived from wicked decadence. His nefarious touch was something new to her. Not because her ex-lovers hadn’t questioned her about anal play, they had, but she always found a way to dance around the discussion, deter them. However, Drake was Drake. A bold man who pushed her limits physically, emotionally, and sexually.
“Don’t tighten up, sweet lady, relax.” He moved his dick and thumb in opposite rhythms. When one was pulling out, the other was pressing in.
The double penetration became less of a shock and more of a sensual wonder. Spreading her legs wide, she gripped his hips and worked herself on both stiff members. Her arousal wasn’t the only one building to euphoric delirium. She witnessed the changes in the eyes of the man thrusting above hers; they were drawn tight and darkened with passion. Drake’s teeth were sunk deep into his bottom lip as his groans and growls created a harmony with her whimpers and moans.
Then gratification’s embrace captured them both.
“Dra-a-a-ake!” She screamed, shaking and shuddering against him as stars crashed and sparked behind her lids.
“Ahhh…sweeeet…Kie—” His words stuttered as his body stilled, then juddered and bucked as he filled her with the hot essence of his release.
For long moments she could hear nothing beyond her own heartbeat pumping in her ears and their heavy pants filling the room.
After a while, a semi-recovered Drake wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his back with an inelegant flop.
Weak and still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, she allowed her limbs to drape over the sides of his body. She was sure if someone walked in right now she’d look comical in such a display, but she didn’t even care. Her body was humming with satisfaction.
His heart beat a fierce tempo beneath her ear.
“You know…you saying my name doesn’t count…if you only get it half out.” Her brain was still muddled and caused her speech to be slow.
“Well, we’ll just have to try again until I get it right.” He gingerly caressed her spine with his fingers.
“Not before you feed me. A girl must keep up her energy.” She kissed the center of his chest.
He tugged a lock of her hair. “You want to go out?”
She was sure her hair was a fright. That was one thing about having natural hair, it couldn’t just be fingered into place…it took a little work. Glancing up at him, she was glad to see he didn’t appear fazed at all by the wildness of her mane. “Is it wrong if I say I don’t want to be around other people and that I want to keep you all to myself?”
“Not at all. I feel selfish toward you too.”
Scouting up, she kissed him. “Then let’s order pizza.”
“A woman after my own heart.”
His words jolted her heart, made it skip a beat. She knew that she could easily fall in love with Drake Rhine. It was possible she was more than halfway there. It was crazy. Insane, since she barely knew him, but her emotions were engaged from the moment he stood at her hotel door in Chicago with the bag of toiletries he’d handpicked for her.
Keeping her thoughts to herself, she got up. “You get the shower going and I’ll call in the order. Is pepperoni fine with you?”
“Can we get mushrooms and jalapeños on one side?”
She smiled at his request. “We can have it all over.” She enjoyed her food with spice.
He winked at her, then got up from the bed and strutted into her bathroom.
Taking a moment she watched him walk, sighing she turned and went to find her cell phone to retrieve her local pizza place from her contacts.
Chapter Five
“You know, you didn’t have to put that thing on.”
“Of course I did. You have to see how I look in the gown you bought me.” The beautiful woman sitting across from him on the living room rug with a pizza box between them swept her hand down the large, blue flannel material and smiled.
He shook his head. “Trust me. Once you opened that door at the hotel and I saw just how lovely and svelte you were, I realized I’d made a mistake. Antwan had not described you and I was trying not to offend you with some slinky number. But I was way off.”
“I love it.” Kiera laughed. “It’s warm and roomy. Big enough for two…maybe three people.” Picking up her second slice of pizza she bit through the crust end first, her style.
He’d already eaten three-and-a-half pieces.
Chuckling, he sat there for a moment and admired her. After their shower, where they had ended up in sudsy play until they had both reached orgasm simultaneously by one another’s hand, she’d moisturized and twisted her hair. Now she sat with him, confidently sporting a black silk scarf tied around her head. Her face was fresh and void of the makeup she’d worn earlier. Kiera wasn’t the first black girl he’d dated. Not being a man who cared about race, he’d dated African-American, Caucasian, and Asian women. However none of those women ever allowed themselves to be relaxed and unadorned in his presence like Kiera. Not until they’d been dating for a few months.
This gorgeous lady before him was different. In many ways from all other women he had been with before. She made him want to protect her, be better, and give her the world on a silver platter. Not because she couldn’t afford to get her own platter. Hell, she probably had access to more money than he could imagine through her parents. He wanted to be her man and provide for her. The intense feeling to call Kiera his was something new to him. Even in his past long-term relationships he’d always been able to guard his heart, keep a part of himself separate, but she made things different somehow.
“What?” She picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth twice.
Lifting a brow, he questioned her word.
“You’re staring at me. Do I have sauce on my chin or something?” She lifted a hand and patted her scarf as if ensuring it was in place.
He smiled. “You’re perfect. I enjoy looking at you.”
“Do you?” She set her slice down and picked up her water bottle and drank from it.
“Yes.” He picked up the box and set it on her coffee table. “Want to know something else?” Claiming her bottle, he screwed the top on it and placed it and his own drink on the table as well.
Her hazel eyes became more green than brown as they began to brighten with desire as she intuitively picked up on his shift in mood. “What’s that?”
“I’m ready for the next round of loving.” He grasped the hem of her grotesque gown and began to inch it up her thighs. “You remember I had plans for tasting you.”
She allowed him to press her back toward the carpet. “I would think you’re too full after all the pizza you scarfed down.”
“Oh, but that just means I’m even more ready for my dessert.” After he settled the flannel against her belly, leaving the lower half of her body revealed to him, he parted her knees. Once again, he was in the perfect position to gaze upon the splendor of her pussy. The brown lips of her sex were swollen with need, but what truly captivated his attention was seeing the pink tint of her inner folds drenched with her cream—evidence of her
arousal.
It thrilled him how much she desired him. His dick, hard in his boxer briefs, twitched, anxious to slip inside her tight pussy a second time. However, it would have to wait a while because he was going to take his time between her supple thighs. He was planning to enjoy himself like a starving man, making her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. A lust-hungry man’s buffet.
Fingering a lock of his hair that had fallen over his forehead, she twirled it around. “Let me not be the kind of woman who stands in the way of a man treating himself.”
Peeking up at her briefly, he winked, then stretched out before her sex as he took hold of her thighs and settled his weight on his elbows. Her fragrance enthralled him—a heady musk, both pungent and sweet—it beckoned him to taste her.
Obeying his craving, he lowered his head and flattened his tongue against her pussy, then drug it up toward her clit, ensuring he got a substantial amount of her cream. At her tiny, stiff nubbin, he drew it into his mouth and sucked it hard, once, and then pulled away.
Kiera moaned and thrust her hips up as she parted her thighs wider.
Smiling at her response, he licked his lips, collecting more of the sublime flavor of her pussy. “Get ready for a long, slow ride.”
She raised her head from the floor and gazed down her body at him. “Oh, nooo…you’re planning to torture me.”
He flicked his tongue over the tip of her clit. “Yes, sweet lady, but I’ll reward you with mind-blowing pleasure at the end.”
“Promises, promises.” She dropped her head back as she sighed playfully.
Not responding with words, he proved with his mouth how well he kept his promises.
* * * *
“Here you go, Mr. Reese.”
Drake watched his brother hand the stack of papers to Mr. Branson’s lawyer over the coffee table, the contract now signed. This time they all met in the business mogul’s office instead of the conference room as they had the first time they met almost six months ago now.
Mr. Reese took them and flipped through the pages, making sure everything was in order.
Tasha had gone through it page by page with him and his brother, making sure they initialed at the bottom of each page and had signed their legal signatures on the last. Mr. Branson’s contract was longer and more complex than the one they’d signed when they claimed ownership of the airport.