“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.
“Good. Go to my bedroom. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“I already have a glass of whiskey waiting for you,” she purred, turning to face me. I gripped her jawline and pulled her close, sweeping my lips over hers.
“Thank you,” I said after sucking on her bottom lip. “You’re still getting punished.” I winked at her and sent her to my room while I climbed the steps behind her. I loosened my tie a little more with each step. I watched the sexiest pair of legs walk into my bedroom while I stood on the landing, admiring the view. I hurried in after her and tossed my suit jacket over the back of a chair. My tie came off first then I undid the first few buttons on my shirt before sitting on the side of the bed.
“Across my knee,” I told Xari.
“No.” She stood in front of me with her feet planted firmly and a glint of playful defiance in her espresso pools.
“Now.”
“Make. Me.” When she flashed those dimples, I lost it. I darted from the bed, gripping the back of her neck. I pulled her over to me and sat on the bed. I tugged her down by her arm and fought with her until I rendered her immobile. She struggled for a few seconds but settled down when she brushed against my stiff dick.
“Bad-ass little girl.” I rubbed her ass in slow circles then pushed the shirt up, exposing her. I tipped my head to the side and looked at her glistening cunt. “Look at how wet you are.” I drew my hand back and brought it down against her ass hard. Her body turned to ice.
Another slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
I dragged my middle finger along her slippery slit and she moaned from the simple touch. Her ass emanated heat from where my handprint was etched into her skin. I stared at it, so bright and red. So perfect.
I pushed into her waiting pussy and pulled out to taste how excited she was. She was sweet and earthy. I wanted more but I wasn’t going to be greedy. I dipped two fingers inside of her, curling them upward until I hit a spot that made her legs shake. I pulled back again and she groaned, letting her head fall forward.
“Such a horny, wet girl. Taste.” I fed her my two fingers and she took them gladly. I slid my fingers along her painted lips and she chased them with her tongue.
“You taste good, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Now, stop being so fucking stubborn and tell me what I want to hear, Xari.” I gave her another slap and she gasped.
“It’s your pussy, Evander.” My dick throbbed at her words. It was mine. It would always be mine no matter who she ended up with.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I rubbed her sore ass and she whimpered. “Now, stand up. I want you to strip.”
“I barely have anything on…”
“Strip.” I took long strides to the chair where my jacket was and got my phone. When I sat down, I saw the glass of ice-cold whiskey waiting for me on the nightstand. I gladly took a drink. I scrolled until I found my 90’s R&B playlist and waited for Jodeci to come on.
“Not fair. You know how I feel about nineties music,” she pouted. I laughed a little and shrugged.
“So, strip for me then. I rushed home to see you. Now I want to watch you dance.”
“Did you rush home to see me?” She asked, grinning. I couldn’t tell her that I’d waited damn near all day to get back to her. I had to keep some things to myself.
“You know I did.” She moved gently to the beat and I sat back, watching. Nothing about Xari was shy or timid. She danced for me like she’d been stripping for years. The soft sway of her hips captivated me. I couldn’t help staring. She was so fluid.
The shirt slipped down on her shoulder and she flashed me the prettiest grin. I should have taken pictures of how perfect she looked. Those dimples, those lips, those eyes. I ran a hand over my face and shook my head before taking another drink of whiskey.
“You’re staring mighty hard, Evander. You like what you see?” She unbuttoned the top half of buttons and the shirt slid down her shoulders to the bend of her arms, baring mahogany nipples. Thick and plump and calling for my touch. My lips twitched with the need to pull each one into my mouth.
“You know I like what I see. I love what I see.” I unbuckled my belt, zipped down my pants, and eased my hard cock out so I could stroke it.
Xari licked her lips when I started jerking off for her. I knew she wanted it inside of her however she could get it and I wanted to oblige.
The truth was, sex was different with her than it had been with any other woman I’d slept with. It was better, more alive.
“Your dick is so fucking sexy, Evander.” She dropped the shirt and stepped out of the pile only wearing a garter belt and thigh highs. I jerked my dick faster at the sight of it.
She was too perfect. It was like she stepped out of my dreams and into my room. “Leave the thigh highs,” I told her. I stood and took off my clothes while she watched and played with her nipples. She squeezed them and licked them knowing I was hungry for her body. “Bring your bad ass over here, Xari.” The minute she was in my arms, my mouth went for her skin. Warm. Soft. Silk beneath my tongue.
“I missed you,” she uttered while rubbing my hair. The words sent something shooting through me.
“I missed you too.” Her truth latched onto mine and extracted it with ease. My heart rapped against my chest as I inhaled her soft floral scent and kneaded her skin with my fingers.
I slid up her thighs and found her wet pussy. “Mine,” I grumbled, teasing her clit.
“Yours,” she moaned. When I lifted her into the air, her legs wrapped around me then she found my neck with her mouth. She sucked and bit me like she was ravenous. Her tongue slid up to my earlobe and she tugged with her teeth.
We crashed to the bed in a mess of limbs, lips, and tongues. I pinned her on her stomach and nudged her leg up, exposing her pretty pussy. “I’ve been thinking about this since I left this morning,” I said right before plunging my cock inside of her. She was going to destroy me. I saw it scrawled out in beautiful mistakes and stupid decisions. I didn’t care. I needed to be inside of her.
I loved the feeling of her tight, smooth body writhing beneath me while I fucked her hard and deep. I dropped kisses down the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. Tasting her fresh sweat as I pulled noise after noise from her plump mouth.
“Evander,” she whined before dropping her head to the bed.
“My name sounds so good coming out of your mouth. Say it again.” I dealt a breath-stealing blow to her pussy and she tried to run away. I had her pinned though. She couldn’t move.
“Evander! Oh my fucking god!” I loved listening to dirty words flow from her mouth. I loved listening to her call for God like she wasn’t the center of religion.
I drilled into her with my head bowed, ready to worship.
“I know you’re close, Xari.” I unraveled her stitch by stitch until she was a pile of thread soaked with lust and passion.
She came, wrapped tightly around my cock. Squeezing. Pulsing. Calling my name.
My body reacted to the insane pull between her legs and before I could ease out, I came in Xari again. She was too warm and wet. Too creamy and sweet to pull out. I dropped my head to her shoulder, panting and trying to figure out how to stop her pussy from being so addictive.