Chapter 15 #2
Feeling arms wrap around my waist caused a small smile to grace my lips.
“I hope you didn’t think I was leaving you in this room by yourself?”
I turned in his arms, looking at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
He rubbed his lips against mine. This act of sensuality had my pussy doing cartwheels.
“What I mean is, you're coming to the meeting with me. Go get dressed.”
“What the heck am I supposed to wear, Messiah? I only have four bikinis and two sets of lingerie that you strongly suggested that I bring. Other than what I’m wearing now, which isn’t even business dinner adjacent, I don’t have anything else.”
His tongue slithered into my mouth, and I reciprocated by tasting every corner of his.
He pulled back and smiled. “I need you with me because, although this is business, it’s also pleasure.
I’m not leaving you in this room by yourself, Juicy.
I promised you a good time, so that’s what I’m going to do.
That includes making sure you have what you need. ”
“I don’t mind lounging in the room alone. If we stay in this room the whole vacation, I wouldn’t be mad at all. Have you seen this view?”
“Eh, twice before.”
I yanked out of his arms. “With who?”
“Chill, Juice.” He chuckled. “It was once with my brothers to look for vacation homes, and the other was with a female friend, whom I hadn’t talked to in ages.”
“Mm,” I mumbled. “What’s her name and social?”
Laughing and showing those beautiful teeth, he shook his head. “Not happening. Let’s go.”
He escorted me back into the bedroom, and I found a black satin dress on the bed that had a long slit up the leg and black, strappy six-inch pumps. “We got one hour; try to make it quick.”
He kissed my cheek and left the room while I stood there speechless.
I swear, he was making it hard for me to decide on just being friends with him.
Bringing me to Nice, the views of this suite, top-shelf champagne, this dress and shoes, and that bomb-ass dick that I’d been riding from here to Texas were becoming overwhelming.
Just trust him, Arie. Stop acting like a scary bitch .
I shook myself from my thoughts and went to get dressed.
The moment we stepped out of our suite, I felt as if I were someone of importance.
Messiah had introduced me to his business associates and their wives or girlfriends, and from there, the ladies embraced me as if I were Princess Diana.
I was overstimulated and wanted to leave, but Messiah made sure I didn’t feel alone.
While he conducted business, he made sure to keep his eyes on me and was never too far away, just in case I needed him.
When we sat down to have dinner, the men talked, and I found out they were a team of doctors who owned a hospital here in Nice.
I wasn’t listening at first until they started talking numbers, and by the end of the conversation, Messiah just upped his bank account by four point four million dollars.
What the fuck? I need to Google this nigga.
Who was this good dick, annoyingly handsome, well-spoken—when the time permits—cool, desirable man? In this element, he wasn’t the filthy-mouthed, thugged-out nigga I’ve known him to be.
By the end of the night, I was tipsy and feeling nice.
I couldn’t stop the smile on my face as we bid everyone a goodnight and headed back to our suite.
Once we made it through the threshold of the door, I pushed him against the wall in the foyer and attacked his mouth.
Messiah slid his big palms under my dress, snatching the lace thongs from my ass.
“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you,” he groaned out.
“You promise?” I countered, eager to feel him inside of me.
A swift slap to my ass and a pinch to my left nipple caused a moan to escape, and my sex to throb.
“Oooh, fuck, baby.” My brows pinched tightly, and I ground my pussy into the bulge in his slacks.
“I’ve been thirsty all fucking day.” He walked me through the living room to the bedroom, tossing me on the bed and sliding the straps of the dress down, exposing my hard nipples.
His teeth grated on one, and I was ten seconds from cursing him out for teasing me.
“You got the juice, so gimme that shit.”
“Fuck me, Messiah!”
“Ask nicely…”
I could feel him removing his pants while he sucked my right nipple.
I hated it when he made me beg. The shit pissed me off because I was the one who was always in control.
However, Messiah was proving to me that I was going to relinquish that control because he had something I couldn’t resist: his dick. But I refused to beg tonight.
“Come get your juice, baby. Don’t let it spill.”
Without another word, Messiah slid inside of me, and we both sighed in relief.
I knew from the first time I allowed him to have me that I was going to be in trouble.
As much as I had been resisting myself having feelings for him, I had already fallen for him the second time he gave me an orgasm in my club.
The way his dick stroked me as my pussy cried over it, I knew I was done for.
He’d successfully gotten to my heart, but the burning question was whether he’d handle it properly.
“Messiah…” I let out breathlessly.
“Yeah, baby. Talk to me.” He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. I fought hard not to allow my emotions to get the best of me. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him... needed him. However, I couldn’t find the words to articulate this overwhelming feeling.
As if he was reading my mind, he kissed my lips and said, “Give it to me, Juice. I promise you’re safe with me.”
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t be, baby. Just say yes, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
“I-I… Oh God!” I yelped when his hips rotated, touching shit inside of me that had my legs wrapping securely around his waist. “I can’t.”
“You can. You can do all things through this dick that strengthens you.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, accompanied by a moan. “You’re an asshole.”
“Give me you, Arieana. I promise, I got you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, my love.”
“Mmm, yes!”
“Yes?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“You’re safe with me.”
And somehow, I believed him.