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  One bottle had some Arabic words on it that she couldn’t decipher, another had dollar bills and gold coins painted on it, and yet another a camel. A fourth drew her attention too, seeming to be made of pure gold. She reached for it… drawn to it… Her finger grazed its shiny curves and a moan escaped the thing. She snatched her hand away and took a step back…

  “What the hell!” The more she stared at it, the stranger she began to feel, as if she were falling into a trance, yet her heart was beating entirely too fast to let her rest easy. “I’m just hearing things… How can a bottle moan? That’s stupid.”

  Returning to the bedroom, she was happy to see the gorgeous man lying under the sheets, pulled up to just over his navel. His chest had a fair amount of hair and a dark trail meandered down his abs. He smiled at her and patted the bed for her to join him. Crawling up to him, she snuggled beside him, nestling close, enjoying his scent, his energy, his opulent masculinity…

  CHAPTER NINE

  Best Wishes

  “I want to please you.” He reached for her chin and brought her lips to his. “You must let me.”

  She returned his affections with vigor and hunger as she rolled into his embrace. The heat of their bodies merged, becoming one.

  “I’m definitely not going to stop you.” She kissed him again and ran her fingers through his hair. “First though, I have protection in my purse.” She reached for where she’d left it on the nightstand.

  “I have my own,” he assured her.

  He disappeared under the sheets and roughly pushed her legs open, then caressed her inner thighs, teasing her so. The sheets shifted as he moved beneath them. She sighed, then hissed when he shoved her panties out of the way and he layered her pussy lips with slow, wet kisses. Dragging the lacy underwear down her legs, he moved again – a hand emerged briefly from under the sheets, and she giggled when he tossed the clothing on the floor.

  “Shit!” She fisted the sheets, a surge of pleasure rushing through her. Heat radiated between her legs as he worked, slurping and sucking on her pussy, making a buffet of her body. Fluttering motions sent her into a tailspin as he shifted attention from her clit to her gushing core and back, covering all bases. The man didn’t say much… but did he have to? His skills said it all.

  “Shahzad! Oh my God!” Her body jerked as his oral touch tore her apart, dragging her into the depths of ecstasy. Toes curled, eyes rolling, she shuddered and came hard against his mouth. His tongue never let up… moving fast and hungrily over her oasis. How could he move his mouth like that? Make her feel this way?

  Warm hands cupped her ass and brought her in close, like an overflowing bowl. She could feel his breathing against her body as he worked her over from top to bottom. She’d already come, exploded, fallen apart, but he continued as if he hadn’t succeeded quite yet.

  “I rarely cum from oral sex. Oh my God!” She laughed as she reached for his head over the sheets. He kept on servicing her, making her sexual wishes come true. “Oh, shit!” Her body stiffened as another orgasm, then another, hit her. Back to back they came, making her weak. An overwhelming joy filled her body as her pussy palpitated and dripped all over the place. Falling back against the gold cushioned headboard, she sighed in exhaustion.

  “I can’t… I can’t move… another inch…” She could barely keep her eyes open.

  Moments later, he emerged, sucking his fingers and looking wicked as hell.

  Yup. Definitely a devil… He’s earned that title.

  An all-knowing smile creased his face as he inched closer. Supplying a quick kiss and embrace, he then rolled over, pulled out a black satin pouch, and removed a condom from it. She swallowed hard as he sheathed himself… He was now fully erect. She could see the massive muscle in its full glory. That thing is a damn monster… I don’t even know if I can do this, but I damn sure am going to try!

  He sat up on his knees, eyeing her with glowing eyes. Stroking his cock like a pet snake, he fell upon her like a heavy quilt. His weight was so substantial… yet comforting and warm. Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she welcomed his touch. Slow kisses rained upon her face as he stroked her hair. His free hand disappeared between the sheets as he rocked against her zone, turning her on impossibly more. Seconds later, she screamed, then drew silent. The air was knocked out of her as if a huge invisible force had stolen her soul. Back arched, eyes wide, lips parted… a delightful dull ache radiated between her legs as he worked his girth inside of her.

  “I’m going slow and easy, baby… you’re so wet… you can accommodate me. I know you can… I was made for you, baby. Take me in… take all of me…”

  She came again just hearing those words. His slow thrusts felt so damn wonderful, each more beautiful than the last. He felt amazing inside her, spreading her open, pussy brimming over with juices made just for him. He reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers as he continued to pump slow and deep. They breathed in unison. He was gentle and demanding all at once…

  She gyrated against his bumping pelvis, meeting him at each turn. He began to move faster, but she panicked when he paused to put her legs over his shoulder.

  “No, no, no! You’re going to make sure I never walk again!” she half-teased, knowing that position would make him go impossibly deeper. She didn’t know if she was quite ready for such an undertaking. He was undoubtedly the biggest she’d ever had.

  But he laughed and shook his head.

  “No, I am not. Don’t be silly!” She reluctantly let him have his way. “Good girl…” Sitting up on his hands, he worked his hips back and forth, then moved in slow, agonizingly wonderful circles, driving her insane. The man could move. He must have been born to fuck. She couldn’t believe she was about to cum again, this time a more intense climax than the last. Bumping against her clit, he worked her over just right. His huge dick was a thing of beauty. He knew exactly what to do with it… delivering immeasurable pleasure. As he increased his plunges within her walls, she could hear his deep breathing in stereo. His full, gorgeous lips parted and he closed his eyes right after depositing a delicate kiss on her ankle. He was sweet… lovely… but how quickly the tables turned…

  The room went dark and the only thing she could see were those glowing pupils of his, the fire in his eyes. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he hoisted her into the air, positioned himself just so, and jostled her roughly up and down his fat dick.

  “FUCK!” they yelled simultaneously as he forced her hard down his thick, veiny rod. The intensity in his expression merged with the way he manhandled her.

  I may not survive this shit!

  She shook hard as she came, and he paused, giving her a moment to catch her breath… but it was far too short. He began to pump his hips once again, even harder than before.

  “You’re killing me!”

  “You don’t want me to stop, baby. You’re loving this!”

  The son of a bitch was right…

  He fucked her with venom and spite, gritting his teeth and groaning with each thrust. All the while, those strangely-shaped irises glowed like gems. Her fluids flowed from her when he pushed himself as far as he could go. The pain and pleasure merged and she came again before he rudely slid out of her and turned her on her side. Lying down behind her, he raised her leg in the air and dove deep inside her again. She screamed but the sound was muffled by his big hand covering her mouth as he murdered her pussy with each lunge. The bed rocking, he fucked the living shit out of her, showing no signs of slowing down. She reached for his thigh to slow his pace, but he knocked her hand away.

  “Take it!” he yelled. “This is what you wanted. I’m yours and you’re mine now! Get used to it!” He gently bit the back of her neck, and she was now getting dizzy with his too-fast rhythm. But she climaxed again from his harsh, horrible, domineering words… hating how easily he got her to this place. Her orgasms had now been too many to count.

  “You’re an asshole!”

  “So what! As long as I make you cum a
nd treat you how you deserve to be treated, what does that matter?”

  “You’re a control freak.”

  “I only want to control your pussy… and now, I have it! It will never let me go… I OWN YOUR PUSSY! COME HERE!” He wrapped his hands around her waist and slammed into her over and over, the soft pubic hair of his groin rubbing against her ass, the only gentleness he gave. She shook so hard, she nearly fell off the bed. All she could feel was moisture drizzling between her legs. Covered with sweat, he turned her over onto her stomach.

  “Oh God… oh no.” But she was too spent to fight what she knew was to come. Sure as shit, the man had her in the doggy style position, face down, ass up, and impaled her pussy as if it had called his mother a bitch. “SHAHZAD!!!! FUCK!”

  His guttural groan rang through her entire body. The slapping noises of his balls against her ass competed with their breathing and the music that could now barely be heard. He cursed and yelled her name and fell upon her back, working hard against her ass as if his life depended upon it. She grabbed the pillow and bit it, her eyes welling up with orgasmic tears from another approaching climax.

  I’m not going to be able to walk for a month after this… I won’t dare make him stop though. It feels too good!

  It was as if a hundred hands were all over her, massaging her, caressing her, kissing her… His body seemed to never tire, and he yelled horrible things… things that made her cum all the harder. He was an evil monster… and he was devouring her whole.

  “You’re my woman now… Soon, you’re going to be my wife. You will live out your wishes, walk through your dreams, and you will be by my side, my haven, my love… and you will let me fuck you as I wish, as often as I want, and how I want it!”

  “You’re crazy. Go to hell!” She laughed. Surprisingly, he laughed, too.

  “You can say what you want. It’s true. I went easy on you this first time…”

  “Damn it!”

  He drove hard, holding onto her tight, not allowing her to move an inch away. His passion poured into his rapid thrusts, but she could feel him falling apart against her. He tightened his embrace, then shook like a leaf as he emptied into the condom, still pumping his relentless dick inside her. Warm breath caressed her neck when he layered her back with kisses… and then, just like smoke, he slipped away. By the time she had a chance to look over her shoulder, he was gone. She turned over, looking about in confusion.

  “Shahzad? Where are you?” She heard a rustling noise, quickly looked over to her left, and caught him sliding off the condom, tossing it into the trashcan, and placing another on.

  “Oh, no!” She sat up, smiling, but shook her finger in his direction. “You have lost your complete mind! I’m not doing this right now. You have to let me rest.” She couldn’t believe he was hard again! The man is thirty-nine years old. Shouldn’t he be slowing down at least a little bit by now?

  “I’ve waited to find someone like you for far too long. I’m not waiting a second longer to get what is rightfully fucking mine. Give me my pussy. Now.”

  He lay on his back, picked her up from the waist, and slowly lowered her onto his dick. He stared up at her, his expression penetrating, yet caring. Pressing her hands against his chest, she sighed and slid up and down his manhood, her pussy swollen and greedy… wanting more… totally addicted to this man…

  She’d said no, but she didn’t mean it. She was a traitor to her own self. Up and down she rode him like a horse on a carousel, falling into something that felt like love, though she knew better. He pumped slow and easy inside her, allowing her to take control.

  The night warred on, yet he had incredible resolve. Reaching between her legs, he looked at her lovingly as he stroked her clit with his thumb. “You are my love. I would do anything for you. I now believe in love at first sight…”

  There was that glow again, and an incredible innocence appeared once more before her eyes. It felt sincere, sounded sincere… So surreal.

  “I really like you, Shahzad…”

  “You’ll love me by the end of the month.” He winked, then pressed her down upon him, pumping hard and fast as he did. They came together and as she gathered her resolve, she felt him flooding the condom. He lifted his ass off the bed, delivering shallow thrusts, showering her in pulsating warmth. He looked into her eyes and winked once again. Then, she found herself instantly drowsy. “Take a rest, baby…” She could feel the man coaxing her onto her back and tucking her in bed, as if she were a baby. She felt so… comfortable, safe, adored… immersed in a dream state.

  When she awoke, she was frazzled and confused. She sighed at the dull pain between her legs then smiled when the sensual memories flooded her mind.

  It wasn’t a dream… We really made love.

  She looked around the gorgeous bedroom.

  Running her hands through her hair, she blinked, wondering what time it was. Hell, did she even remember her name anymore?

  “It’s 9:14,” a deep voice uttered as if reading her mind.

  “Are you shitting me?!” She quickly tried to untangle herself from the sheets, almost falling down face first. “I have to be at work in an hour! You let me sleep that long?! It’s the next day. Oh my God!”

  “Relax,” he stated lazily. “You didn’t sleep the entire time.” She despised the wicked expression on his face. Oh yeah, I remember now. Those memories flooded in, too… They’d fucked at least three more times that night and the following morning. She glanced at the trashcan and saw at least six condoms inside. What the hell did I call myself doing? I must’ve had sex a million times in the last twenty-four hours! She fell into a deep sleep repeatedly after they’d climax; the man had literally fucked her into a damn coma. “It’s cool, all right? Don’t worry. Shower, get cleaned and dressed. I’ll take you.”

  She scrambled about, pissed, confused… happy.

  “I can’t wear the same thing I had on last night and the clothing you bought me from the boutique is far too dressy. I—”

  “Shhh…” He put his fingers up to her lips. “I have it covered.” He disappeared into a large walk-in closet, then returned with a pair of black leggings, a new bra and panties with the tags still hanging off them, and a button-down white shirt. “38C, Size 12 in pants, right? That’s what the seamstress at the shop said.” She snatched the leggings and shirt out of his hands, not in the mood to school him on how women don’t want men memorizing that sort of information. Not fazed by her irritation, he smiled. “In case you don’t remember, the bathroom is right over there, baby.” He pointed to it then left out the bedroom. She quickly went inside and took a short shower, then dressed. The entire time, her mind raced…

  How did these clothes get here? Maybe he expected me to sleep here all along? He must’ve gone out and bought them while I was asleep. That was sweet. No, it wasn’t… He probably was hoping I’d stay so he could fuck me silly some more. Damn, he is good in bed though! Shit! It was amazing! Don’t give him too much credit… Men ain’t shit. Sleazy bastard.

  She burst out laughing as she raked her fingers through her hair, loving how it fell right back into place now. Grabbing her purse, she re-applied her lipstick, then took out her phone. She immediately noticed several missed calls and text messages.

  LIZ: 12:02 P.M. Where the hell are you? It’s lunchtime!

  LIZ: 1:52 P.M. If you don’t text me back soon, I’m going to be pissed. And steal your tips tomorrow too.

  LIZ: 3:59 P.M. If I don’t see you at work tonight, I’m calling the police. That means you’ve been missing for 24 hours. If you’re still alive but haven’t called, I’m going to kill you.

  Shit!

  Vivian quickly typed out a response:

  VIVIAN: I’m so so so sorry, I’m fine, sis! I fell asleep.

  LIZ: Call me so I know this isn’t him pretending to be you.

  She quickly called the lady.

  “Vivian!”

  “I know, I know!” She closed her eyes and shook her head, blocking ou
t her own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

  “Why are you whispering?! Have you been abducted? I was just about to call the police.”

  “No, he’s done nothing to me. I’m not kidnapped. I… I fell asleep at his house.” There was a pause, then a boom of laughter.

  “You little whore!”

  “I didn’t say I slept with him.”

  “Do you take me for a fool? You didn’t have to! It’s almost time to clock in and it took you this long to respond. I can connect the dots. Where are you?”

  “I’m still over here! I’m in the bathroom. That’s why I’m whispering.”

  “Obviously he’s not trash in the sack. It must’ve been good.”

  “Bitch, it was Tony the Tiger, grrrrrrreat!” They both burst out laughing. “Okay, I have to go. See you in a little bit.”

  “Fine, and I want to hear every detail when you get here!”

  Vivian disconnected the call and finished getting ready. When she came out of the bathroom, Shahzad was dripping wet.

  “I took a shower in my other bathroom,” he stated with a smile while he dried his hair with a white towel. “I knew if I tried to join you, ya know, it would just lead to something else and then you’d be late for work.” She couldn’t argue with that. “Just give me five minutes and we’ll be on our way, okay?”

  “Okay.” She smiled.

  She stood by the doorway, every now and again looking around, taking in the incredible surroundings. When she turned back towards the living room, the gold bottle she’d touched earlier caught her eye. It was no longer smoking or glowing –none of them were. Had she dreamed the whole thing up?