by Kenya Wright
I walked over to the bed and again he sat in his chair.
“Goodnight,” he said.
I placed my hands on my hips. “You can’t sleep there.”
“Why not?” he asked. “It’s my room.”
“You should sleep in your own bed.”
Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I know, but I don’t want you anywhere else, but here.”
“I wasn’t saying that I would leave your room, if you slept in your own bed.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So, you’ll stay in my bed while I sleep there?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but then can I make another request?”
“Of course.”
“I want you in my bed for more than one night.”
Shit. I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed.
Right as I was going to say something, he continued, “I know it’s weird, but...in some ways...well in many ways, I’m a very spoiled man that likes to get what he wants.”
“Okay.”
“I want you in my bed, and I’m not talking about sex or cuddling.”
“Then, why?”
Because I damn sure love being in your bed.
“I like your scent on my sheets. I like your warmth filling the room. I’ve been so alone all year. I like your presence in here.”
Damn it. I’ll never be able to concentrate on anything, but him.
I swallowed. “I like staying in your room too.”
“Then, stay,” he whispered.
I drank him in, taking in the sharp angles of his cheek and nose, those sexy full lips, the silky black hair curling around his shoulders. “I will stay, if you stop sleeping in the chair.”
“I will.” He rose from his chair and slowly came to his large bed.
I maintained a neutral expression, yet on the inside, excitement fluttered around arousal. “This is a little weird.”
“We’re artists. Weird is normal. We run away from normalcy.” He lay down on the side of the bed closest to the door, not even getting under the covers or taking off his pants and shirt. “Are you comfortable?”
I got under the furry blankets. “I am.”
“Good. I want you to feel safe in here with me.” He turned my way. Heat and lust filled his gaze, mirroring everything I felt. “Are you scared that I’m so close?”
A nervous giggle left me. “No.”
I’m horny, but not scared. Terrified I might hump you in the middle of the night, yes, but no I’m not worried about you at all.
“Good. I’m glad you’re not scared,” he said. “My mother raised me right. Besides, I won’t touch you until you beg.”
My already hard nipples tightened some more, so much that I blurted out my next question, “And how do you know I’ll beg?”
“Simone. Simone.” He rolled over onto his back, closed his eyes, and smiled. “You’ll see.”
As I watched him in the moonlight, I had no idea how I would fall asleep. Suddenly, my gown was confining. There were no more maybes in my mind regarding my desire for him. I wanted to beg for his lips, for his tongue. Beg for the feel of his smooth skin and the hardness of his muscular chest. And most of all, I wanted to beg for that cock until he stuffed me with it all night long.
I can’t believe I told him maybe. Who was I kidding? He’s right. I’ll be begging soon.
Chapter 14
Giovanni
Music is real.
It affects people;
it's real.
~Prince
Sleep never came for me. How could I sleep with Simone so close? All I could think about was moving those fur blankets away and devouring her body.
Constantly, my mind wandered to the fact that she was in my bed. She’d looked so good this evening, so goddamn beautiful that Ru and I had participated in a dick measuring contest throughout dinner, just to get her attention.
And now, all I craved was to suck on her lips and mess up that lovely hair. My cock grew hard, stiff, straining against my pants, creating a tent pushing up to the ceiling.
Was she asleep?
She lay facing me. Moonlight bathed most of her curves, but shadows hid her face.
Did she know how bad I yearned for her? Did she hear me groaning every few seconds as I stirred?
This shit was unbearable but eye-opening for my ego. Never had I lay in bed with a woman that I wanted to fuck, and not have her naked and moving under me. Never. I always got what I wanted from a woman, immediately. No one ever made me wait longer than a few hours for sex. Yet, here she’d been in my bed for days, and all I’d done was kiss her.
God, her lips are so fucking soft. Will she let me kiss her again? Fuck. Listen to me. I sound like an awkward teenager.
I was sure Jason was staring down and laughing at me.
Fuck. I got to take a shower.
Sighing, I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. A shower had to be the solution. I wondered if I should jack off in there too, calm the hunger down so that I wouldn’t poke her in the eye with a blue-balled-accompanied erection in the morning.
Yes. A shower and a quick tug of my cock could do the job.
I was just getting ready to leave the bed when her beautiful voice filled the air. “Can’t go to sleep either?”
She’s up?
My cock throbbed at the tip. I struggled with not turning around and kissing her. Earlier, I’d just boasted how I would make her beg and here I was, ready to plead and give her all the money in the world, if she just opened those legs for me.
“I have a lot on my mind.” I shouldn’t have, but I lay back down and turned to her. “Why can’t you sleep?”
She inched closer to me, some of her face shown in the moonlight. “It’s...”
I whispered, “What?”
“It’s...hard to sleep, when you’re so close.”
Be careful, princess. I’m barely maintaining any control. I need your legs spread open.
I didn’t want to ask, but I did want to make sure she was comfortable. “Do you want me back in the chair?”
“No. I like you next to me.”
“Hmmm.” I tossed her a wicked grin. “Yet, I make it hard for you to go to sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Because I’m so fucking hot,” I joked.
And she surprised me. “Yes, again, because you’re so fucking hot.”
I held the groan in that threatened to escape my throat. It took all my energy. When I was finally able to respond, all I could say was, “I’m having the same problem.”
“I know.”
Skeptical, I chuckled. “You know?”
“I can see that you’re having a problem.”
“Hmmm. And what do you see, princess?”
She formed her mouth into a sexy curve. “I see that you’re...hard.”
I grunted. Silence merged between us. Heat spread over me. And then she broke the quiet with a low plead.
“Gio.”
“Mmmm.” Heat blazed up my body. “What do you want, princess?”
“Maybe, we can...”
A low chuckle left me, dripping with hunger. “Maybe?”
I felt the blanket shift in front of me as she moved closer. It was too slow for me. I needed her. Bad. I reached out, gently grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer. “What do you want, princess?”
She gasped.
“That wasn’t an answer.” I brushed my lips against hers.
“I want you.”
There was barely any space between us. I nipped at her bottom lip. “Will you beg for me, princess?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
Her moan broke my control. All restraint left me. I tore those furry blankets away from her lovely body. Moonlight decorated her thin gown and curvy legs. With how beautiful her chocolate tone glowed within the light, I could spend all day licking and lapping.
I slipped my gaze up her body—from her cute toes to the outline of her legs, the curve of hips, the fullnes
s of her breasts as hard nipples poked the fabric.
“Simone. Simone.”
The gown hung off one shoulder and exposed her collarbone. I dove for that sweet space like a vampire hungry for a virgin maiden’s blood. I drew my arms around her, kissing that collarbone, and breathing her lush sweetness in.
She shivered against me. “Gio.”
“I love when you say my name. Did you know that?”
“No.” She trembled as I left a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck.
I kissed her lips. “You told me ‘maybe’ tonight. You’re not allowed to say that word anymore.”
She smiled. “I thought I could wait until we finished our songs. I was trying to be professional.”
“There’s too much heat blazing between us to wait.” With her so close, I swore I could smell her arousal. My mouth watered at the possibility of her pussy being so wet and ready for me. Did her juices soak her panties and coat her thighs?
I grunted again. “With me, you should never wait or hold yourself back.”
She licked her lips and turned her gaze to my cock pushing through my pants.
“Whatever you want, take it.” I gently took her hand and moved it to the front of my pants. “Whatever is mine, just ask, princess.”
Her breathing shifted to panting. She moved her hand forward, unzipped my pants like she’d been thinking of doing it all night, and she freed my cock.
I slid my hands down and gripped her hips hard. “Sing to me.”
“Sing?”
“Please.”
“Gio—
“Please.” Did she have any idea that I never begged, I never asked, I never said please in my bed? I took. I fucked. I dominated. And when I was finished, I expected the woman to leave on her own accord as I went to sleep.
She’s changing me.
I kissed each cheek and whispered, “Sing for me.”
“Give it to me, baby.” She touched my cock with her fingertips.
Fuck.
Cum threatened to spill from the tip. With just that little touch, and her voice, I was close to coming all over her.
“More, princess.”
“I would melt with you, I would burn for you.”
Grunting, I tore off her gown. She gasped as those full breasts spilled out of the ripped opening. And then I went crazy, burying my face between those soft pillows. She must’ve known all the power she had over me because she shoved me deeper over the edge.
“Take me to the sky, I would fly with you,” she sang, and I trembled against her, sucking on each nipple and then lapping each point. “Get high with you.”
An urge ripped through my soul. I wanted to wear out her sweet, young pussy. Make it mine. Make her all mine. Paint her with my cum, my kisses. Reshape that wet sex with my cock, my tongue. Make her sing out notes she’d never reached with just a microphone.
Moaning, I leaned back to yank off my shirt and pull off my pants. As far as I was concerned, I couldn’t undress fast enough. The clothes fell off the bed and I had her back in my arms. Her wicked hands went back to my cock.
I caressed every inch of her body, going crazy as I explored. “Beg some more.”
“Tear open my soul.” She leaned closer to me, placing her neck against my mouth and wrapping her soft fingers around my cock. “Lose control with you, let it go with you.” Her singing triggered cum to leak out of my cock and wet her hands. She widened her eyes and devilish lust filled them. All I could think of was spilling more cum into her pussy.
“Break me. Hurt me. Fuck me.” Her words trailed off as I reached down between her thighs, spreading her swollen wet lips open. And then she had no more lyrics to sing as I played my own melody between her thighs.
“Oh, Gio.” She arched.
Her lovely clit was soaked. Creamy and warm, I toyed with the throbbing bud and she bucked her hips, forgetting the lyrics. Juices dripped all over my fingers. Unable to control myself, I moved my cock back and forth in her hand, needing to slide the hungry length against any part of her.
“Damn you. I wanted to take this slow and be gentle, but I can’t take it slow with you. I’ve craved you for too long.” I let her go, placed her on her back, and lowered down to that sweet pussy that had been driving me crazy all night.
“Give me your cock.”
“Mmmm. Give me your pussy, and then I’ll give you this cock all night long. Come on, princess.” I moved down and rubbed my chin on the insides of her thighs. Shivering, she widened her legs. “Right now, I want to taste what’s between these gorgeous legs. Don’t deny me.”
I dove my lips onto her sex, my mouth descending on her warm, wet heat.
Yes.
“Gio.” My name echoed through the room. She almost lifted her whole body off the bed as she rubbed her sex against me.
So perfect.
Her hands gripped my hair. A primal urge rose inside of my core. Her taste was perfect, like no other. Eating that pussy was the best of event of the year. I was mad I hadn’t flown her out sooner, pissed I’d waited so long to take her. Lapping at her folds, I wanted to rub her juices all over my fingers and through my hair. Licking and thrusting my tongue inside, I wanted her scent all over me. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever tasted. There would be no other. Her pussy had me instantly captivated, trapped, jailed even. The more I licked, the more I humped the sheets, slipping my cock against the bed and struggling for release.
“Gio.” She started grinding her pussy against my mouth, bucking those hips like a wild woman. “Oh Gio, I’m coming.”
“So soon, princess?” I sucked on her clit and dove two fingers into her, guiding her further along. She cried out in pleasure.
“I’m going to make you come all night, princess.” I lapped at her clit, longing to hear more of her moans. “And probably all morning.”
Shivering as she came down from her orgasm, she whispered, taunting me with her low words as she shook, “Break me. Hurt me. Fuck me.”
Goddamn it. That’s it. I can’t hold back anymore.
Grunting, I was on top of her before she could whisper something else. I pressed the tip of my cock at her opening. “Can I now?”
“Yes.”
“Break you? Hurt you? Fuck you?” Shaking from burning need, I still didn’t give myself relief as I continued to hold my cock against her wet pussy. An illogical need to possess her poured over me. It was beyond the urge to make her mine or even mark her. It was in that moment that I realized I never wanted to lay in this bed without her. I couldn’t even think of another night where I wouldn’t be on top of her.
“You’re talking like your body is mine.”
She trembled against me with sex-heavy eyelids. “Maybe.”
I groaned. “I’m going to fuck that word out of your mouth.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Simone. Simone. You’ll get your wish. Your body is mine.” I entered her a little, piercing her with only my tip.
She cried out. “Gio, please.”
“You’ll be for me and me alone.” I pushed in another inch. Her arousal dripped along my cock. Her sex squeezed against the tip. I went in an inch deeper. “And no other man can have you.” Another inch. “And there will be no other bed that you’ll sleep in.” I lost all control and pushed deep inside of her, stretching her sex around my length. “Do you understand?”
“I do,” she moaned.
“And you’ll always have me.” I devoured her mouth, letting her own sweet juice slip between our tongues. She moaned, and I wondered was it from the feel of my cock or at her tasting her own flavor.
I thrust hard inside her, stroking her sex, plunging deeper and deeper, and giving us both what we had probably craved since meeting. Grunting, I pushed balls-deep into that wet pussy, drowning, unsure if I would ever pull out.
“Gio!” She’s squeezed her sex against me and it was tighter than anything my cock had ever experienced.
“Damn you. You’re even better
than I could’ve ever imagined.” I pulled out a little and then pushed back in. I was so close to coming, but I had to make sure that she came one more time.
She tilted her hips up, inviting me deeper inside her tight body, so deep, I swore the tip of my cock brushed against her cervix. It was in that moment that I realized that I didn’t have a condom. There’d been no reason for me to have any in the house since I’d planned on not being bothered with woman.
But the worry came quick and then something else. An irrational thought. It was probably due to how good the sex felt and how bad I craved her, but I wondered if having a child with her wouldn’t be so bad.
Fuck! She’s already pussy whipped me. What am I talking about?
Still, I fucked her some more, not caring that I could come inside of her, not worrying, when I should. Never had I been this reckless with any woman. There would’ve been many women waiting in line to get pregnant by me, and besides that, I’d never given kids any thought. But here Simone moved under me, writhing and twisting, moaning and shoving me over the edge.
Simone clenched her pussy around my cock and I roared in ecstasy like a goddamn creature from the night. Just like she’d softly sang lyrics with her lips, her pussy sang a sweet song to me. High and low notes. Soft and loud. Stroke after stroke.
Fuck it. I’m going to come inside of her and all over her. I can’t help myself.
“Yes, this is the song we’ll write.” Still thrusting, I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit, wanting to yank another orgasm from her. With only a few caresses of my thumb, her sex squeezed me harder and more of her juices dripped down my balls.
“Fuck, princess, I’m so close.”
“Come with me, Gio.” She begged, locked her legs around my ass, and pulled me further into her.
“You want me to come inside of this pussy?”
“Yes.” Moaning, she pushed me deeper inside her.
Burying my face into the curve of her neck, I let go. I broke free. I released it all. My craving, my desire, my need to have her all to myself. It spilled out of my cock, coating her sex, and I groaned the whole time like a wild animal. My muscles flexed. Sweat beaded around my forehead.
