by Amarie Avant
The torrents of water feel cold even though steam is hazing all around me. My skin is on fire with need, and just the thought of his XL cock touching me sends a delirious, covetous hunger, and also terror, slamming through my heart. I gulp down the range of conflicting emotions, “What does that mean?”
“Uthando lwami, means ‘my love.’ Or are you inferring to my quest to allow you to lead, which means I’m fucking you tonight, but I’m going to learn to be gentle about it.”
“My love?” My lips hardly move. The first time Jagger called me such an endearing term, I had ugly tears and mascara streaming down my face. My life ceased to exist, and I had succumbed to dread while inside his truck. Heck, I was attempting to run away from him!
“Will you allow me to learn to be gentle with you, Mikayla, or must I take you the hard way?,” his voice is stern, yet he doesn’t grit his teeth as he normally does.
I step from the shower and start toward the exit, Jagger grabs a towel from the rack while keeping his eyes on me. He wraps it around me gingerly, pulling me closer to him.
“I am still very afraid of you, Jagger,” I say before he kisses my mouth. He’ll hurt me tonight, no matter how tender the beast attempts to be, I’ll be left in pain. But I want this pain.
In the bedroom, there’s an expensive brand of massage oil that I hadn’t seen earlier.
“Shouldn’t you undress, too,” I ask, my tone confident, although inwardly I’m shaking in anticipation.
He’s debonair in the way he’s removing his jacket. I give a slight smile at the brute’s endeavors. When Jagger starts out of his linen shirt, my eyes blink continuously. Those muscles are stone sculpted and seemingly larger than they were before. He’s too beautiful, maybe he shouldn’t undress, because now I’m seriously intimidated.
“You are gorgeous,” he says, seeming to read my mind, while grabbing the lotion. His strong fingers touch my stomach. He increases the pressure and a tremor of a gasp blossoms out from my lips. Jagger’s fingers trail over the swell of my breast. I’m licking my lips in anticipation of him caressing or squeezing my nipples that are taut, begging, and standing proud. Shit, they’re about the only part of my body that is begging without fear.
Unfortunately, he avoids them. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out at the unfairness. His hand runs back down to my stomach. My pussy is all achy. I might have forgotten how huge he is, but as his cock is spearing through his pants, knocking against my thigh, I can’t bring myself to care.
“Mmm,” I moan, as he continues to trail his fingertips around my waist, to my hips, and then to my inner thighs. My body tenses, he’s almost there…nope. Denied again. He just continues along, teasing me.
Jagger works his hands up my breast again.
“I need it,” I hear a sexy as hell voice say, dripping with desire, and then I realize it’s my voice. My skin is on fire, and my pussy is scorching hot against his leg. “I need it, Jagger…”
I start for his belt buckle.
“Should I cuff you, Mikayla?” he questions in warning.
My hands fly away as I scoff.
“Would serve you right for cuffing me the other day, for letting me have a tiny taste at a slice of heaven only to take it away.” He pinches my nipple.
“Ohhhhh, yes,” I gasp. Jagger doesn’t let go, pain sparks from my breast and ribbons through my body. I moan out the hurt. “I’m sorry.”
“No apologizing now, the only thing you can do for me—for you—is to be super, sloppy fucking wet, Mikayla,” he says. His lips are tensed. I want to reach up and kiss him, but he shows my other nipple the same slice of pain. How miraculous! The hurt transforms into pleasure, and more wetness begins seeping out between my thighs.
“Jagger, I’m wet, I promise, I’m dripping wet.”
“Are you?” he asks while moving around the bed. Now kneeling at the foot of it, he grips my legs and has me slide all the way down, placing them on his shoulders. He leans in and gives a swirl around my stiff clit with his tongue. My eyes go blind at the pleasure, as he moans, licking and worshiping my pussy. All my senses shut off, except for touch, as his lips make a ring around my clit and he sucks it into his mouth. Jagger eats me out, pausing every now and again, while pulling down his pants and he finishes getting completely undressed.
A primal cry builds within my throat as his fingers join in, and get to work, filling my pussy up where his tongue had just been. He sends hard little flicks to my clitoris as he slams his fingers into me, hooking his index finger up to attack my g-spot.
“Yesss, Jagger, right there. Right there!” My hips rise.
The orgasm funnels in intensity until I’ve cum all over Jagger’s fingers and his mouth laps it up. I’m screaming and wailing into the pillow as my sweets drench his face.
With a grunt, he collapses beside me. I press my hand against his face, unable to speak, to thank him. He grabs my palm and gives it a rough kiss. Then suddenly Jagger is up and has made himself comfortable on an array of pillows, his hands are now resting behind his head. I glance at muscles as far as the eye can see. Since his eyes are closed, I ogle his body without a care.
One turquoise eye pops open. “Climb on my cock, Mikayla, you’re ready.”
“Climb what?” I glance at his dick, it’s as intimidating as Mount Everest.
“Don’t be afraid and jump on it… or slowly descend if you prefer.”
“I don’t think…”
Jagger placed his arms around my waist. Kisses along my nape send shivers through my body and cause me to crave his nearness. My breasts are squashed against his muscular chest. And though I’m leaned over somewhat, so as not to be impaled by his cock, my entire body is pressed against his strong, harder one. He reaches for my pussy and plays with my lips while running his fingers lightly across my clit, causing me to shiver.
“Straddle me, uthando lwami,” he tells me, the look I thought was lust in his eyes, is genuine, is love, “I don’t want to hurt you, Kayla. Climb on top of me.”
I’m shuddering at each soft touch. Each strum of his fingers along my clit, and down the length of my valley, is compelling me to obey.
“I can’t hurt you, baby, climb on top of me, you’ll have all the control.”
He works me until a garbled sound slams out of me. My pussy clenches at his fingers, this is so fucking good. But… his cock…. Jagger brings his hand up, shows me the glossiness of it, then tastes my juices.
I find myself licking and biting my lips as he lays there lazily, waiting for me to give myself to him. In a daze of lust, I place my knees on each side of his hips. His cock reaches past my belly button as it leans heavily against my stomach.
“You have all the control, Mikayla,” he tells me.
I nod, with a tiny apprehensive gulp, determining that his cock won’t fit, I lift up on my feet, and squat. I grip his cockhead and work it against my juices.
“Good girl,” he tells me as I spread my warm velvety cum into his cock. It feels so good that I moan as I started to slide my walls down around him.
My lady bits don’t allow him entrance. I groan, clawing at the muscles of his beautiful bronze chest. I’m probably inflicting more pain along his pectorals than I’m inflicting by grinding down on his cock. His hard, ripped skin feels amazing, helping to motivate me. I arch my hips and thrust down, again. He’s too big, or I’m just too tight.
“This isn’t working,” I pout.
“Beautiful, you just don’t know.” He’s biting his bottom lip ever so sexily. Jagger rubs my inner leg. Damn, he makes me want him inside of me. My hand weaves through the coils of my pussy, and I moan as I turn myself on further. I spread my lips and continue to lower myself. His steel rod is so thick.
“Just relax,” Jagger grabs my breast and softly paws at it. Was I whimpering just now?
“Show Daddy just how much you want this dick.” Jagger’s words coax a moan out of me. He runs his hand between the inside of my thighs, rubs at his cock, soaking it wit
h my juices.
“Mmmm, I need you… Jagger.” I lick my lips and softly start to press down. I feel a fraction of him stretch me so far it hurts, but something else is riding in with that pain. A deep desire to have my hitman fill me up for my first time. I feel like his cock is my erotic throne and I can’t help but to continue trying to fuck down on it.
My nipples are aching, my breasts feel like heavy melons. And my warm brown skin has this glow to it. Heck, even if I can’t get his dick all the way in, I have to look good trying, right?
“Uthando lwami, you are nearly there. Keep at it, baby, work that beautiful little cunt,” he encourages. My eyes are captivated by his as my hips stretch wider and his cock finally breaks through my hymen.
“Ouuu… ouuu…” my upper lip is perspiring and sweat is glistening on my body. I’ve never been so determined. I keep at it, even as my walls burn while expanding for his girth.
“That’s right, my cock is so fucking hard right now, you did this, beautiful. And all this dick is for you.” He rubs my lower back. The way he stares me in the eyes, those words, I’m mesmerized. I rise up, and slowly my honey hollow stretches to the max to claim another inch of his massive dick.
He continues to massage my breasts and his large hands make my stomach feel ever so tiny as he coaxes me with, “Just keep fucking going down on me.”
I bite my lip and rock with a little more ease. I have an out of this world, hot sight before me as I glance down Jagger’s beautiful body. My pussy slides deeper onto his shaft. A new feeling of bliss cools my wet skin as I ride along Jagger. I’ve never seen such a look of contentment on a man, it’s like the instant a groom sees his bride as she walks down the aisle, when a man falls in love with his woman for a second time.
He caresses my hips and leans up, causing the rigid stacks of my inner muscles to loosen further. “You’re spectacular, Mikayla.” Jagger’s lips are gentle against my mouth. Hell, so damn soft they brush along my lips, and I almost whimper that we could’ve done this the good old fashion way, but I loved every single moment of offering him my virginity.
“Kayla, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, “you are so motherfucking tight.”
His tongue sweeps over mine and in a blink, I’m lying on his pillow, breathing in his masculine scent. In one fluid motion, my legs are over his waist and Jagger is stretching me even more than I could imagine.
“Jagger… Jagger…” I moan as my body expands for his glorious erection. Tears of pain burn my eyes, but in a trance of pleasure, I moan, “Deeper, Jagger… fuck me deeper…”
He’s looking into my eyes, again, so damn attuned with my body it’s crazy. Unlike before, with my clit, my breast, the lips of my vagina, all tightening with desire for him, my entire body begins to spark with electricity as an orgasm starts to work its way through me.
“Mikayla, I’m going to…” Jagger’s throbbing cock explodes as a whole-body orgasm claims me, from my hair follicles to my toenails. Jagger’s cum seems to sprint on forever, and my body welcomes it. He fills me to the brink, my pussy walls cling to that thick cream of his, something that I’ve instantly become addicted to.
Jagger
Her cunt was velvety, wet, as it slammed down around my cock last night in the most magnificent of ways. My piece is still sore from its slow drive into her tight pussy. I caress Mikayla’s cheek, determining that when I grow old with white hair on my balls and if I end up with dementia, my brain will never allow me to forget the moment Mikayla gave me her virginity. Momentarily at peace, I hold Mikayla in my arms and kiss her forehead. Then it hits me.
Fuck, I am a dead man.
I’ve broken so many rules. Keeping her with me while starting my next mission is the lesser offense. Screwing the target puts a target on my head by the X Members. And I’m sure somewhere there are rules regarding fucking already promised royals. It’s just something that isn’t done.
Too bad.
There’s no fucking way I’m letting Mikayla Bryant go. The next man who attempts to touch her will die, and every man who follows will meet the same demise—or worse. It’s inevitable. I contemplate my parents. How my mother had changed my father for a time before the rigid religious sect came to him. I was a year or two older than Mikayla is now, maybe, when those fucks came out of nowhere. They wanted him to murder the pope. My father refused.
I still grit my teeth at the thought of him not telling me. We hadn’t talked for a few years, but I would’ve put two bullets into whomever it was the fucks decided weren’t following their extremist Catholic rules, just to keep my parents alive. But my father was a changed man. He was a Christian, and my mother’s love did that to him. Made him weak. Made him a dead man and forced the woman life, he should’ve protected, to end with the same fate.
I can’t imagine a day where I’ll put my guns down. Mikayla will just have to pick one up, because she’s mine now.
“Hmmm,” she whispers in her dreams. I hold her in a bear hug and force myself not to crush her too tightly.
My mouth brushes across her forehead as Mikayla whines again.
I whisper against the top of her head. “Don’t cry sweetheart. If I could, I would enter your dreams and handle any threat, but that’s not possible, so don’t make me feel like a dick for not being able to do anything.”
“Hmmmm, what…” Mikayla stirs. Her tone is groggy as she asks, “Baby, who are you talking to?”
I’d sound like a pussy answering her question. So I toss the ball back in her court. “Good morning, uthando lwami. Are you in any pain?”
“I don’t know.”
I cock a brow. My hand reaches below the sheets and cups gently against her soft mound, stroking her lips.
“Mmmm, I like that, but yes, I am a little… sheesh, I feel like a wimp saying it hurts.”
“Look at me.” I remove my hand, subconsciously telling my cock to chill the fuck out. “You were perfect last night.” I want to tell her that soon enough she will be stronger. I have plans for this gorgeous woman. As she rocked onto my cock, her lips taut in pain, giving herself to me, I knew that it was the start of us. She’ll be strong soon, and fearless.
“Thanks.” She huffs, moving back a bit from me, turning onto her side to face me. Last night, her skin had this glow like chocolate diamonds. Today, she’s just as radiant as she offers up a sleepy grin and speaks, “Last night, Jagger, you gave me the best and the worst moment of my life. I’m so glad I can’t give my virginity away ever again.”
“Hope you’re not second guessing last night, because I have work to do.”
She grumbles, closes her precious brown eyes and then opens them. “Oh… Work? I’m not ready to get up, though.”
“That’s fine, Kayla.” I clamp a hand over her pussy again. This time, I’m even softer with how I caress her labia. “My work involves beating this cunt until it’s the perfect mold. All the sweet shit is over now.”
Her eyes sparkle in lust. She wants it, but she makes a fake grimace. “Yuck. Sounds barbaric. And you must not recall last night, I did all the work. Nevertheless, I still don’t like you calling me Kayla, I prefer …”
“You did all the work? I came harder than ten men in a porno. And what’s this you prefer I call you my love? Really?” I scoop her up until she’s in a straddling position. Feeling frisky I jerk my hips until Mikayla is gasping and much more awake.
She tosses her head back in a laugh. It’s the same one from when she was seventeen and someone gave her a little black girl doctor toy…what, so I stalked her on Facebook before the mission.
Mikayla catches her breath, and her laughter tapers on a sigh. “Not unless I’m in trouble. As if your body language and bark aren’t enough, I just love when you grit out ‘Kayla’ while extra angry it’s like Beauty and The Beast.”
“It’s the second time you’ve referenced that.”
“It’s a movie, Jagger.”
“Damn, now I have two movies I need to watch so I can discuss this wi
th you. That’s more films than I’ve viewed in a decade.”
“Well, we can catch up on them later. Or are you allowing William Freedman to live. Brunch is in an hour, and although the strip is a few miles, it’s congested with pedestrians and drivers this time of day.”
Fuck, my mark? I’ve never missed a mark. Not physically, of course, I’ve never not shot my target. What I mean is forgot the task at hand. Getting a new profile from X Members organization was like a Christmas parcel. Breaking down the information and figuring out how I would murder a man made me feel good.
Now, it’s Mikayla that makes me feel good. Fucking amazing. And because of that it slipped my mind that we’re here in Las Vegas to complete my assignment. I’ve broken more rules than Ava can get me out of…not that she’d want to.
I run my hand along Mikayla’s innocent cheek and kiss her lips. She doesn’t know it, yet, but I want her to do the deed with Freedman. Her pulling the trigger will solidify our blossoming relationship. My cock rises at the thought.
“Mikayla, climb up here, let me eat your pussy before we go.”
She holds a hand out, I take it as her knees scoot up my body, until she’s straddling my face. Her sugary scent has me offering a quick lap from clit to anus. Fuck, her taste! Her cunt has been seasoned in her sexy juices. My tongue glides around her wet walls, as I massage away the hurt my cock caused last night. The action has her thrusting down, pressing my nose against her clit. I could die happy after this…
***
I’m dressed in a royal blue suit with dark aviators, Mikayla is the perfect complement in a royal purple dress. She defied me by not wearing one of the two outfits Trick customized for her. It costed a poor man’s fortune, but her safety is my utmost priority. She still looks amazing, by the way. The dress is two pieces somehow. A top that cuts straight above her breasts, and her cute belly button is showing. The remainder of the dress rides along the curve of her hips and she has on these dainty jeweled flats. Shit, if my paternal grandfather were still alive, he could welcome Mikayla into the rich South African society that he ripped himself away from after my grandmother died from cancer.
