Prologue #3
What the hell, Zanova? I can make it to the top? Girl, what are you doing? This man could be a killer, I thought to myself.
“Nah, baby, I’m never scared,” he said with coolness, his voice dropping an octave. “Just making sure this is what you really want. ’Cause I can see that you’re hurting. Don’t do something you’ll regret tomorrow, Kim.”
“You’re talking too much,” I whispered, stepping closer until our breath mingled. “It’s a yes or no. I’m not asking for forever. Just one night.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us crackled. Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
“Careful what you ask for. When I take control, I don’t do halfway.
I’m a nasty nigga. I will break you piece by piece.
I will punish that pussy until you come, and show you that multiple orgasms are what your body needs.
You'll come so much that you’ll be begging me to give you a break.
But, baby girl… a nigga like me don't give breaks. With every plea, I’ll go deeper until you squirt uncontrollably.
Exhausted, you black out, and when you come to, I'll be staring into your soul and still hitting that pussy with every inch of my dick.” He ran his pointer finger between my cleavage, causing my body to prick with goosebumps.
Before I could take another breath, his finger left my skin, and it now felt bare.
I’d asked for this, but something told me I was stepping into far more than I bargained for.
I swallowed hard as I lost my ability to speak.
This man had read me my rights and locked me under the jail within a few words.
I heard every word he said because it sent multiple shivers down my spine and rested in the seat of my thong.
I tried to maintain my composure, but my body had a mind of its own, betraying me with every aspect.
My cheeks were flushed, and a warmth spread through me.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan that was attempting to break through.
I had to squeeze my legs together to control the thumping in my middle.
Of course, he noticed, the cocky grin on his face was very evident.
“Damn. I can smell that pussy, beautiful, and what a sweet scent it is.” His voice was so seductive, and his smile was knowing, like he just knew he had me right where he wanted me, completely under his spell. “Let’s ride.”
Sire stood from the stool, pulled a gold money clip from his pocket, and tossed two big faces on the bar top. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, as my heart began to beat in my chest. Was I really going through with this?
Jesus take the wheel!
Sire offered to drive, but I opted to follow him. I wanted the dick, but I wasn’t getting in the car with him. I wanted to be able to leave when I was ready, and driving my own car gave me the option to do that, just in case I change my mind.
The drive to the Armstrong Hotel was a blur of city lights and nerves.
I followed behind Sire’s car, my heartbeat keeping time with every traffic light we passed.
By the time we pulled into the circular driveway, my palms were slick and my breath became shallow.
I made sure to send my best friend a text and my location.
I put my phone on silent because I knew she would blow me up once she saw what I’d sent.
Everything happened so fast. One minute, Sire was helping me out of my car, and the next, we were in a hotel room.
I was naked, lying on my back on the king-size bed of our hotel room, and Sire was between my legs, eating me out like I was his last supper.
His tongue circled my clit, and I was moaning so loud, I just knew the people next door heard me.
“Damn, you taste good, love,” he said in a grunted between slurps on my pussy.
I gripped the back of his head, my body arching on instinct. Sire’s tongue licked and sucked on me with just the right amount of pressure. Every flick of his tongue sent a wave of heat rolling through me, stealing my breath. My mind went blank. No words, no thoughts, just pure sensation.
I never knew getting my pussy eaten could feel this good.
Jerome ate me out plenty of times, but I now knew he didn’t know what the hell he was doing because this nigga’s tongue game was superb and had me leaking uncontrollably.
Sire knew what he was doing. He knew how to read every sound, every twitch of my body as if it were a language only he could understand.
“Oh my God! Right there… Don’t stop.”
A deep moan escaped before I could stop it. My fingers gripped his shoulders as my body trembled. I screamed as my body shook, and I came so hard that I almost blacked out.
He finally looked up at me with lips glistening, his expression dark and full of hunger. The air between us was thick. I tried to steady my breathing, but he stood slowly, towering over me with a look that said he wasn’t close to done.
“You sure about this, love?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
I nodded.
That was all it took. Sire’s mouth found mine, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, as I tasted myself on his tongue. Everything blurred; the room, the sounds, even my thoughts, until there was nothing left but him. The tension that had been building finally snapped, and I gave in completely.
Sire released my lips and stood to remove his clothes.
My eyes took him in. This man’s body was nothing short of perfection.
His chocolate skin was covered in beautiful artwork, telling a story I’m sure I’d never get a chance to hear.
When he got to his boxers, my breath got caught when his long, fat, dick sprang out like a jack in the box.
My eyes expanded seeing his size. My heart began pounding in my chest. Jerome was a nice size, but this man was toting a baby’s arm between his legs.
I guess the expression on my face showed because he chuckled as he placed a condom on his elephant trunk.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle…” He smirked, climbing on the bed between my legs.
Something was telling me to run. This man was about to bust open my poor kitty.
Lord help me.
Sire pecked my lips, then my chin, before taking my left nipple into his mouth. I released a moan as he sucked and licked on both my nipples. The tension was slowly leaving my body until I felt him rubbing the head of his dick between my folds.
“Don’t tense up, baby. It will only make it worse. Relax for me… I got you.”
His words did very little to calm my nerves. It was easy for him to say. Shit! He was about to rip my little box open!
Sire kissed me like we were lost lovers, distracting me momentarily until I felt him pushing inside me, painfully spreading me open, claiming space that had only belonged to one other man. My body tensed up, and my breath hitched.
“Wait! It’s… It’s too much!” I called out. I used my hands to try to push him away when I felt him thrust his dick fully inside me. He grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them over my head so I couldn’t move.
“Shit! This pussy tight as fuck, girl. Yeah, I’m going to have fun with your thick ass, love.”
The deeper he went, the wetter I got. I was doing my best to hold my own, but I was no match for this demon dick.
Without slowing his pace, he placed my legs on his shoulders.
I was locked in and had no choice but to take what he was delivering, which was pain and pleasure that felt out of this world.
I was torn between the two. I have never experienced anything like this before.
It was like the more he pounded into me, the better it started to feel.
I never knew sex could feel this good. It was to the point where I was losing my mind in ways I never had before.
“Oh my Godddd! I’m coming!” I screamed and started squirting seconds later.
“Yeahhh! That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Pussy shooting like a broken hydrant!” he growled, gripping my waist as he shot his load into the condom.
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath, caught between the rush of desire and the fear of how easily I was losing control. Sire pulled out of me and flipped my limp body over like I wasn’t two hundred plus pounds.
“Wait! I need to rest. I can’t come again.” I looked over my shoulder, and I stared in shock, seeing he was still hard, as he switched out the used condom.
He grabbed both my ass cheeks and spread them apart.
“How is it that you are still hard?” I asked in disbelief.
“Because I’m a real nigga, baby. Now hold on…
The second ride is going to be a little rough.
” He chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face.
“You better throw that ass back and take all this dick. I’m about to ruin this good-ass pussy.
” He laughed menacingly, smacking me hard on my ass, and I came instantly.
“Aw shit! I knew you were a freak. You like that rough shit, huh?”
He slammed inside of me, and my eyes rolled to the back. He began fucking me so hard that I could feel it in my stomach. Sire worked my body until he ran out of the three condoms he had.
The next morning, I woke up wrapped in his arms, our bodies tangled in the sheets. His breathing was deep, like he was completely unbothered. He looked at peace as if he didn’t just turn my whole world upside down for hours.
I lay there for a minute, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. My body still ached, my skin still tingled, and my heart… well, that was the problem. It was doing way too much—a mixture of guilt and shame.
Carefully, I slid his arm off my waist and held my breath as he shifted in his sleep. When he didn’t wake, I exhaled quietly and slipped out of the bed. The cool air hit my bare skin, snapping me fully awake.
My dress was crumpled in a pile near the foot of the bed. I grabbed it, along with my heels. Once dressed, I glanced back at him one last time. Sire looked serene, and for a second, I almost climbed back in beside him. But I knew better. He was just a sweet temptation that was only for one night.
Grabbing my purse off the chaise, I slipped out of the suite, closing it softly behind me.
As I walked down the quiet hotel hallway, the events of yesterday replayed in my mind like a movie I wasn’t sure I should’ve starred in.
I knew what I did was wrong, but I was hurting and wanted to get back at Jerome for cheating on me.
They say hurt people hurt people. And all I wanted to do was hurt Jerome the same way he hurt me. But I wasn’t any better than him after what I’d spent the night doing.