Chapter 20
The Diamond Floor
“Fuck…” I moaned, my voice cracking as my fingers clawed at the penthouse silk sheets.
Kay’Lo was behind me, hitting me slow but deep, tugging the towel he had twisted around my neck like he knew exactly how to make my body surrender. Every time I threw it back, he met it with the same force, like he was trying to show me who was really in control.
My eyes rolled up without me even trying. Nobody had ever fucked me like this.
Not one nigga in my past even came close, which blew my mind, and it wasn’t just the way he moved his hips or the way he gripped my waist. It was the size of his dick.
Kay’Lo was thick as hell, long as hell, and every time he pushed in, my body damn near fought it because it was too much.
I could barely get all of him inside me, and the crazy part was he knew it.
He kept stroking slow at first like he was tryna let my pussy catch up, but even then I felt stretched and full in a way I ain’t never felt before.
And once he picked up the pace… God, I couldn’t do shit but take it and moan his name.
His grip tightened at my waist, his fingers digging into my hips while he dragged his dick through every inch of me with this confident rhythm that told me he wasn’t new to any of this.
He was hitting me sideways earlier, then he flipped me, sucked my titties, kissed all down my chest, fucked me from the front, the back, on the couch and against the damn window. He had me everywhere.
My legs had been shaking since the first round last night, and somehow I was still trying to keep up with him.
This man was unreal, and he was as fuck too.
Tattoos covered his chest, his abs, his arms and that pretty face of his?
God. He didn’t even need a beard because he looked too good without one.
His lips weren’t too big or too small. They were just the size that make a woman wanna sit on his face just to see what he’d do next.
And his eyes… that hard, cold edge in them…
That shit made me feel like I was playing with something dangerous.
He didn’t talk much, but the way he moved told me everything.
This nigga was used to being in charge, and I loved that shit way more than I should.
“Throw that shit back,” he groaned, smackin’ my ass with the perfect amount of force.
My knees damn near buckled.
He pulled the towel tighter and I let out a sharp moan, my breath caught between pleasure and pressure, and I swear my pussy clenched around him harder than it ever had around anybody.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough behind me. “Feel that.”
My whole body answered him.
After a few more strokes that left my spine weak, he let the towel fall and flipped me over like it was nothing. I gasped as he pulled out with the condom still in place, and he tapped my thigh lightly.
“Get on top.”
His voice alone sent heat through me.
My body was glistening from how long he’d been working me. Thighs shaking, hair stuck to my cheekbones, lip gloss smeared, but I crawled up his tall body anyway. His palms slid up my ass, guiding me slow and confident, and he held me there while I lowered myself onto him.
I braced my hands on his chest, my nails scraping over his tattoos, and just stared at him because the man looked like a real problem dressed in diamonds.
And he looked right back at me like he was studying my soul.
“You gon’ sit up on this dick right,” he said, grabbing my shoulders before I could lean forward. “I want you to feel every inch when you cum.”
My pussy tightened so hard around him I couldn’t even find words.
I just nodded and started riding.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, his hand gripping my ass while his hips pushed up into me, matching every roll of my hips. “Just like that.”
The sound of my pussy on him filled the room wet, sloppy and nasty in the best way, and the harder I rode, the more he met me stroke for stroke. My head fell back, my hair swingin’ and my titties bouncing in his face as he smacked my ass again.
“Come on, mama,” he muttered, his voice deep, his eyes locked on me like he was tryin’ to memorize the way I fell apart. “Let it go.”
“Kay’Lo…” I moaned, barely able to get his name out. “I’m… I’m—”
“There she go. I hear that pussy talkin’ to me.”
He pushed up harder from the bottom, hitting something so deep inside me I swear I saw lights.
My moans turned into gasps. My legs trembled around him. My nails dug into his chest.
I couldn’t fight it even if I wanted to.
I rocked my hips back and forth on him, smacking my ass down on his dick every time I slid forward, letting that wet friction glide through both of us.
I was so damn soaked I could hear how messy it was, and Kay’Lo must’ve loved it because his hand came up between us and he started rubbing my clit with slow circles.
The touch made my whole body jolt, and he didn’t break eye contact once.
He stared right into me, cool and intense like he owned the moment, and something about that look had my stomach flipping.
I shouldn’t have felt anything for a man I barely knew, but there was something about his aura that pulled everything out of me at once.
The way he breathed, the way he watched me, the way he let me ride him while he met every stroke like he already knew my rhythm… it had my head spinning.
Heat rushed through my chest and down my legs, and I didn’t know why I felt so connected to him right then. It didn’t make sense. All I knew was that this nigga had me gone on the very first night, and every slow rub of his thumb on my clit made it harder to pretend otherwise.
“Baby… I’m about to— fuck…” My whole body went hot, my voice shaking. “I’m about to cum…”
He held my waist and guided me through it, his grip firm and his voice low and calm.
“Ride it out,” he said, rubbing my spine, pulling little sounds out of me without even trying. “Let it hit.”
My orgasm crashed through me so hard I collapsed on his chest, my legs twitching, and my breath gone.
He wrapped his arms around my back tight, still fucking me slow through the aftershocks, running his fingers through my hair while I shook on top of him.
He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t whisper sweet shit in my ear. He didn’t hold me like I was his woman.
But he held me like he knew exactly what he just did to me.
After a while, I rolled off Kay’Lo, still feeling dazed and trying to catch my breath.
My thighs were still shaking and my body felt hot all over, and I didn’t know if it was because of the rounds we had just gone through or because my mind was still trying to process the fact that this man had really fucked me like that.
I collapsed on the pillow and watched him breathe hard through his nose like he was cooling himself down.
When he looked down at his dick and slid the condom off, I followed his gaze, taking in the sight of it and whispering in my head about how thick and pretty his shit was.
It made absolutely no sense for a man to be blessed like that.
He tied the condom up and got out of the bed without saying anything.
I let my eyes roam over him, admiring the way his tattoos wrapped around his ribs and arms, every line and curve bold enough to make him look like a nigga somebody prayed about.
His shoulders sat broad and relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world, and even the way he walked to the bathroom had this slow confidence that made me lick my lips without thinking.
A moment later I heard the toilet flush and he came back out with his dick swinging.
He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and the second he unlocked it, a frown settled on his face like whatever he saw punched him in the chest. He barely blinked while he stared at the screen.
Then he pressed his phone to his ear and walked right back into the bathroom.
I laid there, watching the door he disappeared behind and thinking about everything he told me last night.
He didn’t hide that he was married. Hell, he had the black and gold band on his finger the whole time.
It was clear he wasn’t about to pretend anything for me because he didn’t seem like the type that explained himself twice.
He said him and his wife were separated, and the way he said it told me they had unfinished business.
I could hear it under his tone. He cared enough to be irritated, and irritated men always had some bullshit tied to them.
But that didn’t bother me. If the woman was as good as she was supposed to be, her husband wouldn’t have been in this bed. That was just the truth as far as I was concerned. Any bitch who lose a man like this clearly didn’t know what to do with him, and that wasn’t my problem.
Kay’Lo came back out and didn’t look at me long before telling me, “Get dressed. We gotta dip.”
His voice wasn’t sharp or rude. It was just firm, like he had already mentally moved on from whatever moment we had.
I knew better than to complain. Men like him didn’t like women who whined or begged for extra time.
You had to play it smart if you wanted to stay on their mind, so I slid to the edge of the bed, grabbed my dress from the floor, and pulled it on while my skin still smelled like him and the night we had.
Kay’Lo didn’t rush me but he didn’t slow down either.
He put on his clothes and slipped some of his jewelry back on, and even in that simple motion he looked finer than half the city.
I adjusted my straps, and told myself that no matter where he had to be, I wasn’t letting him walk out this suite without my number.
I turned to him and said, “Put my number in your phone.”
His fingers moved quick on his phone like he had done this a thousand times, then he put his phone before grabbing his keys off the table.