Page 45 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, leaning up slightly.

Finally done teasing me, Xain reached down and positioned his dick between my pussy lips, coating the head with my juices. My hands went to his shoulder, and I braced for impact as he gripped my waist with both hands and roughly pulled me down on his dick.

Up and down! He slammed me on his dick over and over, filling me so beautifully. My fingers ran across his scalp, reveling in the feeling. Xain had every right to be cocky the way he fucked me in the confined space. I gently kissed every healing scar on his face, and Xain picked up the pace. My mouth fell into a gaping O, and I emitted sounds that I couldn’t remember myself making before.

“You so fuckin’ sexy when you shut the fuck up and take this dick. Look at you. Mouth all open and shit,” Xain complimented, releasing my right hip to play with my clit again.

I was fucking him back, my feet planted on the floor to help me bounce on his dick. His left hand slapped my ass as he continued to thumb my clit.

“You see what happens when you shut the fuck up and let me fuck you?” Xain inquired.

I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan that was dying to come out. My need to give Xain a hard time would not allow me to give Xain that satisfaction. However, his words unlocked something in me, and I felt my pussy getting wetter. Was this a new kink? Did this devil unlock an oddity that I hadn’t experienced before?

“Now you can’t hear?” Xain queried, running his hands through my hair before gripping hold of my head and using it as leverage to regain control, fucking me into submission.

“Pretty titties bouncing, lost for words. This is when you’re at your best. Mouth open like you need me to stick my dick in it,” he talked shit.

“I’m about to cum! Fuck me, Xain!”

My body was relaxed. I didn’t give a damn that his grip on my head was ruining the wand curls I planned to salvage for the proposal, or the fact that I was sure my lace would be lifting when we were done. The sound of my juices coating both of us with each thrust filled the car as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I came all over Xain’s dick. He pulled out while my walls vibrated around his dick and his nut spilled all over my dress.

“Fuck, Khaleesi, you got some good pussy,” he complimented, releasing the grip he had on me and placing a kiss on my forehead.

His touch. That filthy mouth. The sight of our fluids ruining our clothes still had me turned on.

“You have some good dick.”

“You gon’ let me have some more of that good shit?”

“Xain, I can go all night,” I beamed, pulling my dress back over my breast.

“I’m about to make you stand on that shit too,” he promised, pulling his soiled joggers and boxers back up.

We maneuvered to the appropriate seats, and Xain started the drive back to the hotel. I planned to behave on the short drive, but he slipped his hands between my legs while looking delectable in that driver’s seat again. His profile looked even better than it had earlier, now that Xain’s usual hardness had melted away and left him looking relaxed and at ease. He needed that nut just as much as I did.

“I can do you one better,” I cooed. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned across the center console, pulling his dick back out.

Gripping the base of his thick, veiny dick, I gathered enough saliva in my mouth to rival high tide.

“Fuck, Khaleesi. Suck that dick, baby,” he moaned. I sucked Xain into my mouth, allowing the tip of his dick to get acquainted with the back of my throat. Xain palmed the back of my head, and I knew we would go all night.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Q

It was Valentine’s Day. Love was in the air from the moment we woke up that morning. We started our morning with an early breakfast and ended it walking around the property. Since we arrived in the evening on the first night, we didn’t get to explore, and the day prior was spent in the spa, so Jameera insisted on the walk. Whatever she wanted, I would make it happen, and then some.

Every inch of the Royal Mansour was beautiful. The natural beauty of the places we visited was always special to Jameera, and I noted how relaxed she was the entire time. While we were out, Khaleesi decorated our riad. Beautiful green and gold balloons and decorations covered the room, adding a special touch for the rest of our trip.

We were planning to end our evening at the YSL Museum. I paid to have them close an hour early, and we were in the midst of getting dressed when Khaleesi called. Jameera was in the shower on the second floor, and I went out on the terrace to ensure she couldn’t hear me before I answered.

“Hello.”

“Hey. I was just calling to let you know that everything is set up. Fabian did make it. He couldn’t answer the phone earlier because he got stuck in customs. He is already on his way over here so I can show him around the theater and help him scout where he’d like to stand. Don’t rush to get here. Take your time.”

“Good shit, I didn’t think he was going to make it when I couldn’t get a hold of him,” I sighed in relief.

“Don’t stress, everything is going according to plan. Fabian is coming straight to the museum, no pit stops.”