12. Koi Adora Morgan
A cacophony of heels clacked against the floor of the lobby.
Tonight, Galaxy had a club appearance at Royale, and she’d invited me to come along.
After officially meeting Han’some, my parents were no longer questioning our marriage.
So, when she asked me to come, I couldn’t refuse.
It was my first night of real freedom since moving out, and it was already so sweet I felt intoxicated.
I’d worked for Han’some earlier in the day because he had a radio interview in Charlotte.
He was supposed to stay the night there before coming back tomorrow.
That made it the perfect day for a girls’ night out.
Galaxy was okay with me inviting my cousins, so they were waiting in the lobby for us when we got downstairs.
I rushed toward them, seeing they were busy taking each other’s pictures. “That skirt and heels combo is chef’s kiss,” I complimented Merci, kissing the tips of my fingers for emphasis.
Tossing her wavy hair over her shoulder, she grinned widely. “Arrogant, much? She knows she put this fit together. Ho just complimenting herself,” she quipped to Marni, who stood by giggling.
She joined her sister in teasing me. “You know she got the big head now.”
I waved them off. “Whatever. Take my pictures before the driver gets here.” I handed my phone to Marni, and for the next five minutes, the lobby was filled with us all taking pictures.
When the driver arrived, Galaxy’s manager came over to get us.
Because it was a total of ten girls, she’d rented out a Mercedes Sprinter van.
I strutted toward the pink lights, ready to have a good night.
“Oh, that walk is nasty,” Marni noted from behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder to see she was recording me.
I winked with a grin, grabbed the railing, and climbed the stairs to the Sprinter. I walked straight up to the pole and gripped it with a spin. Dropping into a squat, I bounced my ass to the beat of the blasting music. All the girls hyped me up, and the night was off to a good start.
Before we pulled off, Galaxy forced everyone to take three shots a piece. I didn’t drink often, so I had a good little buzz by the time I sat between my cousins. Marni tapped her phone against mine to send me what she’d recorded. “This is my favorite picture, sis. You should send this to your man.”
I pulled up the photo she was talking about on my phone and considered it. Maybe it was the liquor making my body hum or the fact I felt like I looked perfect in my outfit tonight, but I sent the photo as an attachment to Han’some.
Hubby:
*one attachment*
Opening my Instagram app, I pulled up the video of me walking then added “I Need Us” by Rob49 and Loe Shimmy to play over it. Without overthinking it, I posted it to my story in time to accept another shot. I was still gagging from the bitter taste when we arrived at Royale.
All the girls filed off the bus one by one, and everyone was a ten.
My cousins took up positions on either side of me as we followed the rest of them inside.
The bass was thumping, and it was so thick in there I was glad we were headed to a private section.
Lifting my phone, I did a quick boomerang of the club then posted it.
From the bottles to all of us smoking hookah or shaking our asses, I posted it all with a grin.
I was truly having the time of my life and couldn’t believe it took this long to finally experience this side of living.
When “Slob On My Nob” came on, I started throwing my ass while leaning on the balcony railing.
“Know a little freak in Hollywood, sucks on dick, does it real good,” I rapped along right before the DJ mixed in a song by Juicy J. I really started to go crazy then as something otherworldly took control of my body.
It was like I transcended to another dimension as hundreds of dollar bills floated through the air, smoke billowed from machines, and laser lights bounced off all the walls. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how many shots we’d taken; however, I don’t think I sat down not even one time.
No one could tell me a thing while I did everything the songs said to. So many hands rubbed on my ass I couldn’t tell you where they were coming from. All I knew was one minute I was twerking on my head, and the next, I was upside down in the air.
It took me a minute to realize someone was carrying me on their shoulder.
I could see shocked expressions on my cousins faces as they got further and further away until I couldn’t see them anymore.
At some point, I felt humid air slap me in the face, and the world spun in a circle when I was placed on my feet.
Once everything leveled out, I glanced up to find a very angry Han’some standing in front of me. “You didn’t see me calling your phone?” he questioned me with a stern tone.
I shook my head, then dug in my purse to find my phone was nowhere in sight. “I don’t even have it,” I whined. “Where’s my phone? You made me drop it carrying me out like that! Why would you embarrass me like that?” I began beating on his chest, which only made him laugh.
He mushed my head to the side. “Your ass is drunk as fuck. Your phone is in your pocket, drunk boots.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, not even having the energy to check and see if what he said was true. If he said my phone was in my pocket, then that was where the hell it better be. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was so handsome. I puckered my lips for a kiss.
“Nah, go kiss them niggas you were throwing ass for,” he quipped with a scowl.
I shrugged, let him go, and turned like I was walking back inside the club. He threw me right back over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing, then tossed me onto the back seat of a truck. “Please take us home before this girl make me catch a body tonight.”
I straightened myself out then straddled his lap. “How did you get here?” I wondered in a spaced-out tone.
“I did ninety on the interstate ’cause you got me fucked up.
You showed your muthafuckin’ ass tonight.
Literally. Can’t believe you around here acting like you never been outside before.
” He shook his head disappointedly. “You’re a married woman now.
You can’t be turning up like that unless it’s with me. ”
“I literally have never been outside before,” I reminded him.
I palmed his face so that he could stop spinning.
Leaning forward, I placed a sloppy kiss on his lips that made my pussy come alive.
His hands roamed over my curves until they found a home, cupping my ass cheeks.
I moaned in his ear and whispered, “I want you.”
Han’some shook his head. “Nah, that’s the liquor speaking, baby.”
I took his hand then slid it into the waistband of my shorts. I hissed when his fingers grazed over my swollen clit. “Now it’s my pussy speaking. Will you still deny me what I want?”
“Adora.” He groaned my name while nuzzling his nose against my neck. “Cut it out.”
I shook my head. “Remember, you said I’m a married woman now. Tonight, this married woman wants to end her night with her husband’s dick deep inside of her.”
My lips stung from how vigorously Han’some and I kissed all the way home. From the truck, to the elevator, to now being pinned against the wall in his penthouse, our lips hadn’t separated once. I could feel strength racing beneath his beautiful, chocolate skin, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Adora, are you a virgin?” he whispered against my neck.
I shook my head but had to explain. “Technically, no, but it’s been years since my experiment.”
Without another word, he lifted me from the wall and carried me toward his bedroom.
His plush sheets welcomed me when he tossed me onto the bed.
He gripped my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed before I had a chance to blink.
I watched him unzip my cropped jacket like a man on a mission.
My bra came off next, and he devoured my right nipple, making me hiss in glee.
When he noticed me looking at him, he smirked, and I knew I was in trouble.
And that excited me. It excited me more than the shots and time I spent in the club tonight.
He popped my nipple out of his mouth and began to place feather-light kisses across my chest until he made it to the other one. Pinching it between his fingers, he mumbled, “I thought you said when you look at me, you don’t want to fuck me . . .”
I couldn’t help but release a belly laugh because he’d reminded me of the message that collided our worlds.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I tapped my chin, refusing to look away from him.
If he was going to make me eat my words, I hoped they at least tasted good.
“And I thought you said when you look at me, your dick don’t get hard?
” I sat up on my elbows to glance down to where I knew he was as hard as a rock. “Oh . . .”
He smiled and kissed my left nipple while his fingers grazed over my panties.
I cooed, feeling a river of fire race down my spine.
My hands tightened against his sheets when he began to strum a beautiful melody against my clit.
I couldn’t remain still if I wanted to, because it felt like his fingers were activating me, telling me to go.
While alternating between my breasts, he eased a finger inside of me.
I could feel my wetness seep out of me. His head dipped down as he took his lips on a journey down my stomach and thighs until he reached my soaking wet center.
That first swipe of his tongue was enough to send me into oblivion.
But it was the second one that refused to let me go by yanking me back into my body and forcing me to feel every sensation ripping through my body.
I tried to clasp onto his head, but my eyes rolled in two different directions.
All I could see was stars, and all I felt was sunlight.
“Mmm, I knew you would taste good,” he moaned against me while slurping on my flesh until I twitched against his lips.
I nearly suffocated him with my thighs as my orgasm began to build. He increased the stroke of his fingers and the suctioning of his tongue, turning my pussy into a soupy mess. I lifted my hips in time with his movements until my entire body powered off.
My body crashed into the shore of euphoria, and he chose that as the best moment to slide inside of me. “Ouuuu,” I moaned from the way he filled me up. “Oh my . . . Han—” I couldn’t form a single word as he began to rotate his hips, feeding me every inch of his dick.
I started to lose my fucking mind from how fucking good everything felt.
His lips crashed into mine, and from the way our tongues danced, I knew I was a goner.
I was never going to be able to look at him without remembering the moment he confiscated my soul for his own pleasure.
“I knew you wanted me, baby. Why you fight against me so long? I could’ve been had you nuttin’ on this dick, Adora. ”
I wanted to respond and say I knew he was bad for me, but his intention was not to allow me to speak at all.
All he wanted to do was make me moan. He pushed my right leg back then got on his knees.
I thought he couldn’t go deeper, but I was proven wrong, because he reached a new depth in me, and my pussy produced an ocean for him to swim in.
Every stroke sounded like he’d turned my coochie into a washing machine.
“You’re mine, Koi.” He drilled into me, then flipped me on my stomach. “You’re mine,” he reiterated, slamming into me with enough force to send me face first into the headboard. He smacked me across the ass. “Show me all of them magic tricks you pulled out on your story tonight.”
Using the headboard to steady my weight, I began throwing my ass back on him.
My lips parted, and the moans that came out of me sounded like lyrics to a song.
There was nothing I could do but succumb to the magic in the air.
“Ouu, damn, this pussy so fucking wet. You love this dick, huh?” Leaning forward, he placed his lips by my ear.
“You love me, don’t you, Koi? You’re happy as fuck to be my wife, ain’t it?
You gonna want this dick every day from now on, aren’t you? ”
When his hand reached around to grip the front of my throat, I felt like Beyoncé because all I could say was, “Yes! Yes! Yesss!”
He smacked me on the ass cheeks and chuckled.
“Good, ’cause I’m going to give it to you.
” His hand tangled with my hair, and he got a good grip on it then went to fucking work.
Our bodies clashing together sounded like an old-school beatboxing group.
“I love you too, baby. I love you so fucking much. I’m glad I trapped you ’cause you not going nowhere now. You belong to me, Adora. You’re mine.”
And the way he was handling my body was proof of everything he’d said. He could own me. He could slut me out. He could have my whole heart. At this point, I could no longer fight it. Everything I tried to keep bottled up exploded all over him, and the world went dark.