by Sienna Mynx
She went down before him. His eyes opened, and then shut when she swallowed the head of his dick. She sucked him into her sweet soft mouth until he reached the back of her throat. Mattel shuddered. She sucked and licked his dick and squeezed his balls. He would not lose control this way. He had to put an end to it.
“Damn, Valentina.” He grunted. He pulled out of her mouth and forced her up. She didn’t resist when he bodily lifted her up against the wall.
“The first time you make love to me call me Valerie,” she said. She parted her thighs on command, and cinched her legs around his waist. Valentina grabbed his face to drive her tongue in with a deep sweeping kiss. “Do me, Matt, right here, right now. Take it,” she teased. She rubbed her sex over his upturned dick until the lips of her pussy parted, daring him to enter.
He hadn’t wanted it like this. He envisioned wine, candles, and music to his seduction. But all of that would have to come later. He couldn’t stand another minute of the torture. He brought her down on his aching cock, at the same time thrusting up into her tight, at first unyielding, wet, hot channel. Valentina gasped and it was the sweetest sound coming from her pretty lush lips. He shot his hips and went deeper. Her nails anchored into his skin and she held on. Matt’s thrusts were hard and insistent, there was no escape. He pinned her to the wall with his cock.
“Sweet, sweet, sweet, merciful God,” Valentina moaned. He held her ass firmly in the palms of his hands. To keep some semblance of control she balanced with her hands on his shoulders. The muscles in her lower body tensed and withstood the entry and reentry of his thick invasion. They were a perfect fit. Her thigh muscles strained and eventually ached from the execution, but she held on. He pushed her up higher on the wall; his mouth covered her sensitive nipple before he swallowed half her breast. She moaned in ecstasy as he suckled. Then she rose and fell up and down on his dick with ease. She enjoyed every moment of it.
After he released her breast, and before she could reclaim his tongue, he started on the other. Valentina’s eyes rolled into her head and she weakened from the ways he now pounded his manhood into her. The heels of her feet rested on the clenched cheeks of his ass with her legs locked around his waist, and he pumped harder and faster.
“Don’t stop, baby. Oh yea, oh yea, don’t stop,” she begged. But he didn’t listen. He lifted her from his cock prematurely to bring her to her feet.
Dazed and by no means satisfied she opened her eyes, unable to speak. He turned her to the water. Together they stood under the pour and eventually he stood behind her. Together they let the cooling spray soak their skin with ice pellets. Soft yet chilly, the water droplets glided down her face, breasts, spine, and between the cheeks of her ass to soothe her throbbing pussy. His cock rubbed in between the cheeks of her ass and teased her a bit. He held one breast with his hand. He twisted and turned her nipple. The passion for her had his dick straighter than an iron rod, and he expertly guided it between the folds of her vagina to inch the head of his erection in her. He screwed his cock in deeper with circular rotations of his hips until pleasure and decadent sensations vibrated through every nerve in her vagina. Valentina gasped. She leaned forward. Both her hands were braced against the glass shower door.
Without delay he thrust deeper into her tight pussy. It was the most delicious feeling, and her head dropped in submission. It fell between her outstretched arms. The cooling rinse coated her back and drained over her ass, down to where his cock pushed in and out of her tender pussy. He pumped relentlessly in and out of her from behind. Each thrust harder than the last. She felt desperation and love in those taps. She enjoyed it so much she found herself thrusting back against him.
His balls beat against her swollen clit and he released her nipple to play with her there. He knew her magic spot without being told where to find it. Soon she was coming in ways unimaginable, and crying out from the sheer ecstasy it brought. He grunted behind her, and she anticipated his explosive eruption before he allowed the release. It was then she realized they were bareback and her eyelids parted. She drew away from him and he groaned.
“Damn!” she said. She turned to look down at his glistening cock smeared with their juices. He approached her, his eyes lust filled and low. She pushed at his chest. “Matt, we didn’t use protection.”
He frowned. “Oh, my bad.”
“Damn it!” she pushed him out of her way and stood under the water. She parted the lips of her sex and let the water rinse her there. She heard him chuckle behind her. And shot him an angry look over her shoulder. Her locs were soaked, framing her face. “What’s so damn funny?”
“Babe, it’s okay. I’ve been tested.”
“No! We have to use protection. Seriously I don’t want any accidents. And neither do you,” she reminded him.
She tried to leave. The mood was now gone, but he grabbed her and forced her to face him. “I’m sorry, I had planned it differently. I just wanted you so bad. We will use protection from here on out. I swear,” he said.
“In the shower too?” she asked.
“In the shower too.” He agreed.
She smiled. “You’re so damn naughty.” She put her arms around his neck. “But I like it, and it was good. It was so good.” She kissed under his neck. Her favorite spot, and he held her close.
“Let me wash you,” he said.
Valentina lowered her arms. “Be my guest.”
Matt grabbed the loofah and the bar of soap. Valentina smiled. She watched him lather the sponge. Both it and his hands were covered in suds when he touched her skin. He worked the lather over her with such precision it was the best massaging cleanse she ever had standing on two feet. He turned her and started on her back, stopping to kiss her shoulder before using his magic fingers on the knotted tendons she carried as her stress burden. Every muscle in her body relaxed. Then it was her turn, and she spent extra time on his dick and balls. Flicking her tongue at his tiny, flat, man nipples.
They exited the shower and dried each other off. Valentina took his robe and he grabbed a pair of shorts from the room to put on.
“I’m still hungry,” she said going through his kitchen.
Mattel came in and found her fixing a large bowl of cereal. “I ordered something to be brought over tonight for dinner.”
“You did?” she said as she scooped up the flakes on her large spoon and munching.
He smiled. “So you want to tell me how you managed that special appearance during AK’s show.”
“You said you liked it,” she crunched with a mouthful.
“I did, you two killed it with that little performance you gave,” Matt chuckled.
Valentina put down the cereal bowl. “I thought you didn’t get jealous.”
“I lied,” he said.
“We talked, really talked, it was our way of closure. Does that make sense?” Valentina asked.
“Closure with you could never make sense to me.” He walked over to her and kissed her. “I’m glad you were able to find some with AK. I want you free and clear.”
“You have me.” She moved up against him. Her robe fell open in the front and his eyes dropped to her exposed cleavage. She saw what he wanted, and she wasn’t done with him yet. Taking his hand she walked him out of the kitchen.
“What about your cereal?”
“I’m hungry for something else.”
In his bedroom she pushed him to the bed. He sat down. Valentina undid the robe and let it fall from her body. Matt’s eyes never lifted from her lower half. She approached. Lifting her leg she rested her foot at the side of him. He could see her glistening jewel clearly.
Mattel brought his mouth to the side of her thigh and ran his tongue along it. He traced it all the way to her sweetly fragrant pussy. Pulling her by her ass he lowered back to the bed and forced her to join him by sitting on his face. Valentina’s eyes closed when his lips brushed her sex. His tongue dipped in, driving a jolt of pleasure up her spine. This he knew from the vibrations in her ass. Mattel t
hen withdrew it to lick the lips of her labia. She was addictive. His stomach turned in knots and his dick cramped as it grew hard and thick with need. He recovered faster than he ever had from sheer excitement of having the woman of his dreams.
She lifted on her knees and tried to crawl over his head, away. However, he selfishly grabbed her ass and forced her to sit back on his face. She cried out, arching her back as he slipped his tongue up to her clit and then down again to her hole.
Valentina fell forward once more, her hands on the bed gripped the sheets as he feasted on her. It didn’t take long for him to drive her through an orgasmic madness that had her crying out loudly as she released her climax. He held on to her clit until she was a blubbering mass of pleas and praises. When he did release her she crawled over on the bed. She could hear the condom wrapping rip and in her mind’s eye see him slip it on. But she was so worn out from his passion she just laid on her stomach and waited for the feeling to return to her legs.
He covered her and again entered her from behind. His toned thighs locked over hers and forced her to squeeze her legs shut. Half in, half out, he pumped his hips and drove himself deeper inside of her. He worked in and out of her with such precision she groaned her submission.
Matt kept going. Thrusting, pumping, and working his pelvis to drive his cock deep and then pull it out slow. When neither could stand it he rolled her over to her back. Valentina panted. She sweated. She tried to speak to him. She possibly wanted to remind him to slow down because he wasn’t fully recovered.
There was no time for answers or questions. He forced her thighs all the way back, opening her pussy wide for him. Then he plunged in once more and beat his passion into her until he was reduced to guttural grunts, and his entire being shook his release. Valentina held on, weakened, drained dry. He collapsed in her arms. It was the sweetest ending to the one of the most loving experiences they’d shared.
**
“I want you to move in with me,” he blurted out. He held her to his chest under the covers. He knew how fiercely independent she was. She had complained to him constantly about AK wanting her to move in. The odds of her agreeing were slim to none. But he had to ask.
“Okay,” she said.
Mattel blinked. He looked down at her not believing his ears.
“Okay? That’s it?” he asked. “No objections? Concerns?”
“I’ll keep my condo. But I want to stay here. I want be with you morning and night.” She hugged his chest, and snuggled him.“ Besides, I’m here most days any way.”
“True,” he said still caught up in shock.
“Matt,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Remember when I said I feared things would change?” she asked.
“Yes, I remember,” he replied.
“They have.” She lifted her head and looked up at him. “I didn’t know it was possible, but now I’m even more in love with you. Good sex can do that to a girl.”
He pinched her and she giggled.
“That’s good news, I’d hate to have to resort to stalking you,” he joked.
“We’re going to make it aren’t we?” she asked. “Really make it work!”
“Yeah, babe, it’s me and you,” Mattel said.
Valentina closed her eyes and slipped into a peaceful content sleep, never loosening her hold on him. For the first time she feared very little and regretted even less––a new day had arrived. And in with it came the next chapter of her life.
Zephyr
The beginning…
June 2011
“Yo, Manny, you gonna introduce me or what?” José asked. He glanced over to the beauty. She stood next to Valentina Diamond laughing. This was the fourth time he’d seen her. Nothing he tried so far had worked. He sent her flowers. He went as far as to have a jeweler make her a diamond bracelet and send it to her salon. It was returned. He tried introducing himself at the last party he saw her at. She smiled sweetly, talked to him for five fucking minutes, and then slipped away. No woman in Miami turned down José Batista. He was the hottest fucking athlete next to LeBron James.
“José, I told you. My girl Zephyr ain’t like these pop-tarts you’re used to dealing with. She ain’t interested.”
“Bullshit. You’re my damn cousin. Did you tell her about me or what?”
“I don’t have to tell her anything. She sees you. You’re on the fucking TV, radio, and the Internet. And she sees you and the hundred other women you’re fucking with. Boy, please.”
Not since he was sixteen had a girl rejected his charms. He was convinced he could talk a lesbian into switching sides. He stroked his chin. Zephyr posed with Valentina and another woman for a cameraman. She fixed Valentina’s long curls and stepped back while the other two women posed.
He sipped his drink and watched her.
**
“He’s staring at you again,” Valentina said.
“Who?” Zephyr asked. She accepted the drink from the bartender.
“You know who, that sexy Dominican. Manny’s cousin,” she said. Zephyr turned and looked through the crowd. The man was fine. And tall. He raised his glass to her. She smiled.
“Why won’t you go out with him, Zee?” Valentina teased.
“Manny said to be careful of him. And he’s right. That man has women falling at his feet. He’s a player. I want a husband. Babies. I can’t do that dating celebrities.”
“You know what I think?” Valentina asked.
Raven walked up. She asked the bartender for a drink. “What are we talking about girls?” she asked.
“Val is going to tell me what she thinks about me dating José Batista,” Zephyr said.
“Dating? I didn’t know you were dating him.”
“I’m not. It’s more like he’s harassing me. He had the nerve to send me some fancy diamond bracelet. I made them take it back.”
“You hear that?” Valentina scoffed. “The man is courting you. And you insulted him.”
“Wait… slow down. It is weird to get an expensive gift from a man you’ve never even had a conversation with.” Raven chimed in.
“Thank you, Rae!” she said.
“I think she’s purposefully blowing him off because he’s not pale enough,” Valentina said. Raven and Zephyr frowned. Valentina continued. “You won’t date anybody ethnic. Nothing but white boys breaking your heart. If you gave a black man a chance maybe, just maybe you’d be happy.”
“Good grief. I’m not in the mood for this,” Zephyr sat her drink down on the bar.
“That’s enough. Leave it alone. And trust me, the man is a whore. Zee, you stay away from him. C’mon, Val, it’s time for your interview with the Diamonds.”
Valentina kissed Zephyr’s cheek and turned and left with Raven. Zephyr sighed. She stared at the industry people mixing it up with stars and groupies. And soon her gaze shifted to the man watching her. She didn’t have anything against black men, or Spanish men. She dated who she was attracted to. And to be honest she did find him cute. But she was fresh out of a relationship with Richard. She needed to get her head together. Deciding she had enough of the crowds she slipped off to the back of the private party to the glass doors that led to the docks. She caught a good hot breeze blowing in from the ocean. The moon was full. She loved the moon. And so did Mr. Stripes, her cat, the only man in her life.
Zephyr strolled to the edge of the pier and stared out at the black waters. She heard the creaking wood as someone walked up behind her. She turned and her smile faded. It was José.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said.
“Ah, hi,” she said.
“Hot night, isn’t it?” he asked.
“That’s Miami for you,” she nodded.
“Can I join you?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure, it’s not my pier,” she said.
He chuckled deep in his throat. She glanced up to see his Adam’s-apple bob. He turned his golden brown eyes toward her and she couldn’t look away. Good grief the television d
idn’t do him justice. The man was gorgeous. She barely looked at him when he cornered her at a party a few weeks ago. She just pretended to listen to his slick words, and slipped away when one of his groupies showed up asking for a picture. But now she couldn’t escape those golden brown eyes of his.
“You don’t like me very much?” he asked.
“Huh? I never…”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “I know I’ve got a bad rep with the ladies. I earned it.”
“Really? So you are some kind of player?” she asked.
“I’m a man. A single man. Never met a woman who would want to make me change that,” he said. His gaze went from her face to her cleavage, and then lower. He returned his gaze up to hers. “You know what I first noticed about you?”
“What is that?” she asked.
“Those pretty toes of yours. Love a woman with pretty feet,” he said.
She grinned and shook her head. She turned back to the water and moon. It would be easier to stare at it than his eyes. He leaned on the wooden railing and continued. “Have dinner with me. Just dinner.”
“Will you stop sending me flowers and expensive jewelry?” she asked.
“Never heard a woman ask me to, but yes.”
“Fine. I’ll have dinner with you on one condition,” she looked over to him.
“Name it, beautiful,” he said.
“You cook it.”
He frowned. “I…”
“If I like it, then we’ll go on a date. Deal?” she extended her hand to him. He took it, shook it, and then kissed it.
“Deal. You’ll love me. I promise.”
“We’ll see,” she smiled.
Chapter Seventeen
Mr. Stripes
Zephyr’s body told the story. Between her legs she suffered the familiar aches a night of unrestrained passion often brought. She touched herself. José was a bit aggressive lately when it came to sex. Not often, but sometimes that aggression hurt her. She would have to tell him. When she rolled over to his side of the bed, she immediately missed his warmth. What hurt even more was the fact they didn’t cuddle like they used to.
