“What the Fuck?” Armani asked as he set up bolt right in his bed, panting deeply as the adrenalin, from being woken abruptly shot through his body. Now, on red alert he quickly isolated and identified the source of the voice. It was his fiancé Charmayne. “Char what are you doing here?” He asked as he got up and wrapped the sheet around his magnificent nude frame.
Armani was tall, standing almost six foot six. He was an incredibly handsome man with a sexy, athletic, but lean muscular body. His dark caramel skin was flawless and his chiseled features were haunting and guaranteed to arrest the heart and wet the pussy of any woman within a hundred mile radius.
“I was about to make love to my fiancé until he turned into a deranged, irritated ogre. What's wrong with you now?” She vented frustrated.
“What do you mean what's wrong with me? I was asleep. You could at least wake me up before you start pawing all over me.”
“Pawing? Did you seriously just say that I was pawing on you? News Flash Armani, you are my man and that is my dick and I have every damn right on the planet to paw on you as much as I damn well please!” She snapped. It took a lot to get the good natured Charmayne upset, but she was officially fucking pissed. “I have fucking had it with you! I've tried and tried to be patient with you and work things out and smooth things over but... You know what? I can't! I don't know who you are, but you are not the man I fell head over heels in love with ten years ago. I can't do this anymore. I'm done! Hell! You and I are done. The weddings off.”
“Come on Char... Just calm down! I was sleep... You frightened me. I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to imply that you were pawing me. I...”
“Armani you didn't have to imply it... Hell you said it!”
“Yeah, but I didn't mean it.” His tone softened in an attempt to get her to soften her disposition. “I'm sorry. Okay?”
Charmaynes' eyes met his and she instantly defused. They had been through so much drama and so much bullshit since Armani returned from the United States. He was so different sometimes she felt that the Armani who loved and worshipped her was gone forever. And no matter what she did or how she did it she could not get him to fall in love with her again.
“Forgive me?” Armani begged as he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently drew her into him. His gorgeous eyes pleaded with hers as he sampled her lips.
“Why should I?” She challenged.
Armani chuckled as a sexy, ominous grin spread like soft butter across his handsome face. His hands slid along her spine and firmly cupped Char's round ass. He immediately became hard. “Because it will be a hell of a lot more fun having makeup sex than continuing this silly fight.”
Charmayne bit her lips as she saw a soft spot in his heart he harbored for her. She knew despite their struggles that Armani still loved her and was now faithful to her. Something he had never been since they met. “I don’t know. Lately we fight more than we fuck.”
Armani was a high spirited, spoiled, rich kid who was known for his sexual escapades and indiscretions. He was what they called a double royal. His father was a French Nobleman and his mom was an African Princess from a village in Botswana. Her parents owned one of the largest diamond mines in the country and unmasked a fortune in the billions.
Armani was born to be a Playboy and he wore it well. Well, until seven years ago when a freak motorcycle accident almost claimed his life. Since then he had become a gentle, humble man who wrestled fearlessly with the man he once use to be. Charmayne loved this new spirit but sometimes pined for the old. Nonetheless Armani was her man and she wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet.
“I know... So do you want to keep fighting or do you want to handle this monster that’s poking you to death? What's it going to be?”
“You're a mess! You know that right?” She giggled as his dick poked her repeated.
Armani never answered. Allowing the sheet to drop at his feet, he picked Charmaynes' nude body up and carried her to his bed. Laying her diagonally across it he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her parted thighs. His face remained there until the beautiful American screamed for mercy.
Chapter 3 Prissy
“So I was thinking we could pack our bags and take an excursion to London this weekend.”
“For what?” Prissy asked as she quickly dressed to go home.
“You know, spend some one on one quality time together.”
“I thought that was what we just did.” Prissy giggled as she slipped on her stiletto pumps and smoothed her skirt. “Didn't you enjoy yourself?”
“Yeah! As a matter of fact I did. But I would have enjoyed myself a hell of a lot more if my girlfriend...”
“Friend, not girlfriend.” She nonchalantly corrected him as she did a quick sweep of the room for any articles of clothing she may be leaving.
“No! I said what I meant to say! Parisa Crown, I've been dancing this dance with you for five years now and not once have I complained. Damn it the least you can do is concede that you and I are more than friends. Right?”
Prissy's eyes narrowed as she prepared to counter, but she thought better of it. She would not concede that Austin was her man; however she conceded that you had to choose your battles and this one was not worth the fight.
Austin raised an eyebrow and said, "I dare you!" He waited with bated breath for Prissy to deny it. “Yeah I thought so...” He mumbled beneath his breath. “Any way as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I want to spend at least a day alone with you. No kids, no work and no damn phone. I just want to spend at least twenty four, uninterrupted hours alone with my woman.” He said as he pulled her into his arms and attempted to make eye contact.
Prissy continued to scan the room for her bra, which she hastily dressed without. She looked everywhere at everything except Austin. “I thought I had on a bra... Right? Didn't I have on a bra?”
“Parisa Crown, just stop! Look at me... I'm serious. I need to spend time with you this weekend. I don't care how you do it but just make it happen.”
Prissy hissed a loud sigh of frustration. “Austin, I'm sorry but...”
“No! Don't even think about pressing your lips together and forming the word no to me.”
“I can't. I have a ton of stuff to do and I promised EJ I would babysit the twins and...”
“No! Stop right there because you're lying!”
“I'm not lying! What would make you think that I was lying to you?” She giggled.
“Because I saw your pretty lips moving... That's how I know that you're lying. Every time I try to make plans for us you tell me some lame as bullshit excuse about why you just can't go.”
“Austin, I'm not....”
“Shhhh! Zip it! Don't even try it, just save your breath! I already talked to EJ and she said she has nothing planned. In fact she thought it was a wonderful idea and stated that the two of us need a break. She also said that there was nothing pressing going on at the firm so you could take off Monday as well. So shut up... Go home and pack your bags and meet me back here at one. We're taking the train to London at two.”
“But I...”
“No! No buts! I'm serious, one o'clock... You and me are going to London and we're not coming back until Monday night. So, go get your stuff and meet me back here at one on the dot.”
“What if I don’t?” She asked defiantly.
Austin stared at the beautiful woman for an extremely long time before finally speaking. “Parisa I love you... But if you're not here then...”
“Then what?” She challenged.
Austin sighed in surrender. “Then I don't want to see you again. It takes two people to make a relationship work. I'm tired of wrestling with you to make this a relationship and not just casual sex. I'm thirty five. I'm too damn old for this bullshit! I want a wife and children and everything else grown people desire.”
Prissy stared into his grey eyes for a hint that he was bluffing. He was dead serious and all she found there was disappoint and hurt from p
ass infractions. She had abused this man so horrifically. “Okay! I have to run then, because I have a lot to do before we leave.”
A smile as bright as the sun spread across Austin's deeply tanned face. His eyes even twinkled with hope. Elated he snatched the love of his life in his arms and smothered her mouth with a kiss to seal the deal. “One o'clock sharp.”
Prissy half smiled and nodded. “Yeah, one o'clock sharp.”
Chapter 4 Fabian
“Hey! I just called because I was thinking about you. I was wondering if I would get to see you today. Will you be over later?”
“Open your front door.”
“What? Are you...” Fabian stuttered, startled as his doorbell rang. “Is that you at my door?” He asked as he ran barefoot across the cold hardwood floors to the door.
“Why were you expecting someone else?” She teased as the large wooden door swung open.
Fabian said not a word. Snatching her in his arms he engaged her in a five alarm whorehouse kiss as his hands scanned her body like a TSA's wand. Quickly finding that she was as fine as hell he squeezed her ass as he devoured her mouth. Closing the heavy door with his foot he walked her backwards in the enormous foyer as he continued to molest her.
“Wow Prince Fabian. Apparently you are happy to see me.” She giggled as she made a fruitless effort to control his roaming hands.
“When have you ever showed up at my door and I wasn't happy to see you? Just tell me one instance that happened.” He smiled before he sucked her mouth back into his. “Damn I've missed this.” He confessed as he briefly came up for air.
Her eyes met his and she instantly remembered why she loved him so much. He was in total awe of her. He loved and adored everything about her, from her long brown hair to her long brown shapely legs. Fabian loved her unconditionally and made sure she knew it whenever they found the time to steal away together.
“How much time do you have for me today?” He asked as he removed her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse. His eyes never once left her. He was afraid to look away, afraid she'd disappear into thin air.
“He'll be gone all day. He had to go to the country to visit the family. What about you? How long do you have?”
The thought of her touching anyone's dick except his made his blood boil. His jaws immediately tightened and his brow wrinkled with displeasure. Needless to say a cold chill blew quickly through the room. “I cleared my schedule the second I heard you were free.”
She noticed the crinkled brow and clenched teeth as he spoke and instinctively knew the source of the artic breeze that caressed her shoulders as he removed her blouse. “Please don't start, Fabian.”
“I won't! But please don't bring his name up in my damn house!” He snorted.
“I didn't! You asked me a question and I... I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. You're right I should have answered without bringing... Can we please just start again?” She begged as she ran her hands along the front of his pants to see if he was still glad to see her.
“I called off my engagement for you. You know that right?” He raised an inquisitive brow as he scanned the love of his life. “Stop bullshitting me! When are you going to leave him? You promised you would. Just tell him about us. How hard is that to do?”
Her fingers drug slowly along the zipper of his jeans as she stared into Prince Fabian Fabre′s stunningly handsome face. God, he as fine as the balls on a newborn tadpoles nuts. Her eyes blinked and her panties became moist at the thought of how skilled this man’s tongue was when unleashed on a greedy pussy like hers.
She sighed deeply. “Soon! I promise.”
“We've been dancing around this issue for far too long. I don't know how to impress upon you the need to resolve this issue as quickly as possible. Do you have any idea what would happen if the press got wind of this situation? My parents would be devastated to say the least.”
“I know... You know that I know...” She responded ashamed that she had strung him along for so long simply because she was a coward. A coward who was afraid to be portrayed as a home wrecking hussy with an insatiable slit.
“Fab there's going to be a media backlash anyway we do this. Give me the time to resolve this equitably so that no one gets hurt and everyone wins. It has to be his idea to separate as much as mine. You understand that right?”
“And just when do you think he'll get to the point that he's ready to release a beautiful creature like you? Just tell me when? Cause I don't see it ever happening and frankly I can no longer afford to wait for it to happen.” He said as he grabbed her hand and pushed it away from him.
She racked her mind for something, anything she could say to that would appease him and buy her a little more time to make up her mind who she wanted more. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.” She nodded as she picked her shirt up from the floor and put it back on.
Fabian's phone rang as he reluctantly watched her prepare to go. He pulled it from his pocket and answered. “Hey what's up, Armani?”
“Not much... Just checking in. Are you busy?”
“A little, I have a guest.”
“Oh really? Does this guest have her clothes on or off?” Armani laughed.
Fabian chuckled. “Who said it was a woman?”
“You did when you said you were busy. Fabian I know you.” Armani chuckled. “So which one is it? Huh? Clothes on or clothes off?”
Fabian grabbed her arm and pulled her close. His eyes met hers and they apologized for the handsome prince and begged her to stay. “Um, a little of both. Yeah so like I said...”
“Say no more. Give me a call when you are free. Maybe we can hang out and kick back some brew later.”
“Yeah! I'd like that. I'll call you later for the details.” Fabian said as he turned her around and unzipped the back of her skirt. “Okay I got to go!” He said and abruptly hung up the phone on his baby brother.
Instantly forgetting the source of his irritation Fabian dropped to his knees behind her and carefully peeled her skirt over her toned, bubble ass. A scarlet red thong disappeared between two perfect mounds of delicious bronze flesh. Fabian exhaled deeply as he nuzzled his cheek against it. “Perfection at its finest.” He breathed as he kissed one of her butt cheeks.
A long groan of relief trailed from her lungs and through her vocal cords as she realized their lovers' quarrel was officially over and it was love making time. Her skirt fell around her ankles. She gracefully stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.
“Bend over.” He hissed with his lips still pressed to the flesh of her smooth ass. She said not a word as she bended at the waist. “Good, now grab your ankles.” He commanded as he watched her ass cheeks spread to reveal her pretty pink pussy. “My God! That's a beautiful thing!” He groaned very pleased at what he saw.
Dipping to fingers between the wet folds he retrieved a sample of her sweet sticky ichy. Tasting his fingers he savored the taste as she remained spread before him like a Christmas dinner with all the fixings. He groaned as he popped his wet fingers out of his mouth with a loud popping sound. Shaking his head he conceded, “That's the best pussy I've ever had the pleasure of tasting.”
Her legs trembled with need and anticipation. She wanted, no she needed him so much she could hardly stand. She tried to be a lady, but unfortunately the lady in her did not come inside when she came in. “Lick me!” She hissed loudly. “Lick me... Lick me hard!”
A slow devilish smile stretched across his face. “Be patient my love. We'll get to that in a minute.”
“I can't! My legs are weak and the anticipation is killing me! God, I want you. Fuck me!”
Slipping two fingers into her wet pussy he teased. “Ah is this better? Does that help?”
“No! Stop playing Fab! Please... This isn't funny! I feel like... Oh God! Please!” She begged. Her need was palpable and it was apparent that she was ready to come at the mere thought of fucking this drop dead gorgeous young prince.
A wicked grin slashed his handsome featu
res as he removed his fingers and pleased her with a lick from the tip of his tongue. She stumbled forward as his hot tongue made contact with her inflamed pussy. He chuckled as he rolled his tongue into a log and stuck it in and out of her wet pussy. Taunting her further, teasing her closer to a complete nuclear meltdown.
She responded with short, brisk pants and a growl that got caught in her throat and threatened to strangle her to death. Desperate for gratification she ripped her blouse open and clawed at her full breast through her red lace bra. Playing with the nipples by pulling and squeezing them roughly seemed to help for a moment.
Fabian was deliberately being cruel. He was determined to make his point. She belonged to him and he was fed up with sharing. “This is my pussy! And I'm no longer willing to share! Fuck that!” He hissed as he licked her hard like a chocolate ice cream comb that was quickly melting in the hot summer sun.
“Ahhhhhhhh yes… That’s it… Don’t stop!” She whimpered as the sensation became too great for her. She heard what Fabian said but she was too caught up and too turned out to process the ramifications of it.
“Who's pussy is this?” He demanded as he sucked the juices that freely flowed from it.
“Yours.” She softly whimpered. “It’s yours.”
“Whose?” He asked again.
“Yours.” She repeated a little louder this time.
Hollowing his jaws and slurping her entire pussy in his mouth he swallowed her. Tugging hard he sucked on her needy and greedy pussy as if it was a pacifier. She struggled to steady herself. She struggled to speak. And she struggled to breathe. “I said whose fucking pussy is this? Huh? Who does it belong to?” He demanded.
“Yours! It's yours!” She screamed as she lost all control of her senses. Her orgasm was pressing hard against her and lust was all over like two crazy monkeys fighting over a damn banana.
Continuing to gobble her goodies he showed her no damn mercy as he screamed loudly. “Who's fucking pussy is this? Tell me now!”
Coming hard and fast she screamed. “Y-O-U-R-S!”
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