Xander
Adorra was mine. She was mine. She was fucking mine. Her words echoed through me like a prayer. She wanted me—wanted us. I couldn’t believe it. But I refused to waste time questioning it. I kissed her with everything I had. With everything I was.
I stood up, binding her legs around my waist, and carried her into the villa. Adorra clung to me as I navigated the stairs and staggered down the hall—drunk off her kisses. Wasted from her body pressing against mine.
I kicked the door to her room shut behind us and laid Adorra gently on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. Kneeling between her thighs, I pulled her dress up inch by inch. Kissing her smooth brown skin as I revealed every dimple, curve, and mark. Adorra moaned, arching her back as I explored her body with my lips. She looked like honey and tasted the same. And I wouldn’t be satisfied until it melted all over her sheets.
I ripped her panties in my haste to pull them off. It was an accident, but it felt good as hell to remove any barrier that stood between us. I slid the remnants down her long legs and tossed them aside. She spread her thighs, inviting me in. Inviting me home. But I wasn’t ready yet… I held her open and adored my treasure. Her name was perfect for her. I stared at her perfect pussy, admiring the brown puffy lips that ringed her pink folds. Each layer different from the rest. From the hardening peach pit to the fleshy coral mouth. She may have hidden in bed with her romance books, but this was what fueled my teen fantasies. Now I had her in my arms, at my mercy, while she writhed beneath my stare.
Leaning down, I nosed the crack between her thigh and mound. Inhaling her scent like fucking weed—getting high. Taking my time, I licked her slowly, savoring her sweetness. Relishing her moans as she bucked against my mouth. I sucked her clit into my mouth, working it with my tongue until she screamed—clutching my sheets as I brought her to the edge of orgasm and backed off. Over and over. Until she begged me to let her come instead of holding her on the edge.
She whimpered when I pulled away, wiping her juices on the soft curls below her navel. Soaking her skin as I followed her dark treasure trail, abandoning it when it faded away to suck the sweaty skin between her breasts. I’d once heard a man in a sitcom say, “Girl, I’d drink your bathwater.” Hmm, I knew just how he felt. Every part of her was wanted, valued—adored.
Rolling her breasts together, I laved her nipples, sucking up more of her sweet cries. She watched me with wild, desire-filled eyes.
“Say you’re mine. Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded as I stripped off my clothes and crawled up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her neck.
“Huh.” Her brows knitted together.
“Mine,” I repeated.
Her breath came in shallow, rapid pants that she slowed with a single word. “Yours.” She nodded.
Adorra didn’t leave it there. She gave as good as she got. She reached down and circled my cock, making her ransom demand while holding my cock hostage. “Are you mine?” She asked, swinging onto my lap.
I froze. Not because she gave me a delicious squeeze, but because our insane lust shouldn’t cover the moment. It deserved more because these were our vows. “I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
Adorra smiled and sank onto my length. Taking me inside her inch by glorious inch. I groaned, my head falling back as she surrounded me with her warmth. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her as we rocked together. Adorra threw her head back and rode me like we were in the Kentucky Derby. Too fast, too hard—I appreciated the enthusiasm, but I needed to fucking last. I needed to burn my name into her channel. I wanted my veins indented on her walls.
I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me and thrusting into her slowly, deeply, showing her we had all night. All week. All year if we wanted it. I pulled out and rubbed my cockhead against her clit. Making her squirm and beg me to fuck her. I obliged. Driving into her with deep strokes that made us cry out. Her nails raked down my back as she arched up to meet me. I lost myself in her. In the way, she fit me perfectly. In the way, she welcomed me into her body and soul.
Then her eyes widened, and she cried out as she came. Her pussy clenched around me and sent me spiraling over the edge. I emptied myself inside of her, filling her with every drop of me. Sealing my claim.
We lay there, panting, sweating, and spent. Adorra curled up against me, and I stroked her hair. “How did the big bad mafioso do? Did I live up to your expectations?” I asked her, only half kidding.
She jerked her head up to meet my eyes. Oops. Had I revealed too much with that question? I turned my face away, but she brought it back. “Exceeded it,” she whispered against my mouth before taking my tongue as deep as her pussy had taken my cock.
We’d only just finished, but my cock stirred. She bit her lip, “Umm, Xander?” She said with her eyes twinkling. “Again?”
“Again and again,” I swore. Flipping her over to prove that I was a man of my word.
The sun tiptoed the following morning, doing its best not to disturb us. I didn’t mind waking up. I’d never mind it again if I woke up with her arm wrapped around my waist, her breast pillowing my chest, and her knee hooked on my cock.
A gull sang out, and Adorra stirred, stretching like a cat before snuggling back into me. I kissed her shoulder, and she murmured, “Morning.”
“Good morning. Did you rest well?”
She arched a brow. “You know how much rest I got.”
I smacked her bottom. “More than you should have. You ought to thank me for letting you sleep at all.”
“Insatiable,” she grumbled.
“True,” I didn’t bother denying it. “But only with you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she teased.
I lifted her face because some things weren’t funny. “Only. With. You.” I repeated. Then I swooped down to take her mouth because I hadn’t waited to wake her so we could talk. Especially not when what she was saying didn’t make sense. If she still didn’t know, I was hers. I didn’t mind showing her… again.
I kissed my way down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone in a way I’d learned drove her mad when a buzzing stopped me. She froze, her brows pulling together before her eyes widened. “My phone, oh shit, it’s Aaliyah. She’s probably going crazy. I forgot to call her—” She slipped under my arms and dove for the bedside table.
Sitting up against the headboard, I patted my lap. Motioning for her to have a seat while she greeted her friend. Adorra hesitated, but I wiggled my fingers. She sighed and sat, leaning her back against my chest as she talked. I wrapped my arms around her waist and played with her breasts, listening to her end of the conversation.
“No, no, I’m fine. I know. I’m sorry. Everything’s great. It’s more than great. Xander is amazing.” She turned and shot me a look when I worked my fingers down to her slit. She was already wet.
I tuned out Aaliyah’s fussing as I worked my lady. I understood how she felt. If I’d been out of contact with Adorra, I’d go crazy too. Aaliyah’s next words froze my fingers. The speaker transmitted loud and clear as I sucked her neck. “So… how much dirt did you get on him? What did you find out? I need a report.”
Adorra stiffened in my arms. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and slid her to the bed. She ended the call with a quick promise to call back. Silence filled the room before she said. “Xander, I can explain—”
I flipped my palm up, stopping her. “Start by telling me who you work for. Is it law enforcement? No, it can’t be. They’d never allow you to sex me. So, is it another family?”
“No, Xander, I don’t work for anyone. I swear. I don’t know what you heard, but—”
“I heard enough. Were you just using me to get information.”
Adorra scrambled to her knees, reaching for me. “No.” She bit her lip, and her eyes darted away—telling me everything. “I mean, yes—but it’s not like that—”
I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around my waist in case Yaya was up making coffee. Adorra was still going on, but I didn’t hear a thing after she said “yes.”
She’d said yes.