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We headed back in the direction we just came from, back into the house to an honest-to-good elevator that took us to the top floor. When the door slides open, another door opens, and a second giant stands there. “Brooklyn!” Lennox exclaims, and we rush to embrace. Six other big, tall-ass men are present as Lennox and Aryan bring me up to speed on Joseph’s condition before I meet him. As I am trying to take in what I need to learn, I cannot help but think these are some fine-ass men. There were a few white boys who grew up in the hood alongside us, but never once did I want to fuck one of them. And even in the middle of all these fine men, there is only one that I would love to throw it back on, and that’s Aryan.
About an hour later, Aryan escorted me back to the pool house. He gives me the code, making me repeat it back to him before turning to leave. “Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, sure,” I say curiously.
“Do all the women in Alabama look like you?” So, the attraction is mutual.
“No, I’m one of a kind,” I say, easily falling into the old flirtatious Brooklyn.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” he says, laying a look on me that makes me glad I packed my rose before he walks out of the door, closing it behind him. When I no longer care for his brother, I will take him up on what he’s offering.
“Wake up, baby,” breaks through my dream, bringing me into the present. A smile comes to my lips, unbidden from the dream of meeting Aryan for the first time. I was hooked immediately, and he knew it, but honestly, he was too, so that makes me feel a little better. I remember taking the biggest downstairs bedroom; the walk-in closet was the size of the bedroom of my old apartment back in Alabama.
“Are we there already?” I ask, sitting up.
“Already? D, you’ve been asleep for hours,” he says, laughing at me. I didn’t use to sleep so much or so heavily, but since working a twenty-hour shift, sometimes I have learned to sleep when I can for as long as I can, much to the detriment of my bladder. As soon as I think of the word bladder, mine tells me I only have seconds before an accident. Scrambling off the bed, I rush to the bathroom in time. I hear Aryan laughing from the bedroom, “Why don’t you just wear pull-ups?”
“Shut up,” I say, laughing. “But with the way I push my bladder to the limit, I might have to very soon,” I tell him, stripping so I can shower before we land. I don’t bother getting my products out of my bag since the jet’s bathroom is always fully stocked.
I lather up the washcloth and wash, enjoying the hot water as I wash, but when the time comes to wash my back, I can’t reach it, and this washcloth isn’t long enough to use like my sappo. I am about to give up when Aryan takes the washcloth out of my hand and begins washing my back. This shower is going to end up becoming something else. From the first time Aryan and I made love, it has always been explosive and immediate. It only takes seconds for us to be ready to fuck anywhere. Sometimes, all it takes is a look.
“It’s been a long time since you let me inside this tight pussy. Are you going to let me in here, Brooklyn? Or are you still mad at me?”
“Aryan,” I moan when he runs the cloth across my breast.
“Talk to me, Dior,” he says, making my pussy clench. He is the only person to use my middle name, and hearing it roll off his tongue never fails to turn me on.
“Don’t do this to me, Anrai (en-ree),” I use his middle name, knowing no one else uses that name and loving that I am the only one who can.
“What am I doing, Dr. Maxwell?”
“Using my attraction to you against me.”
“All I want to use is this pussy. The only thing I want to make you do is cum on my dick. Can I have that? Will you give me that?” The washcloth is forgotten as he uses his nimble fingers to pluck and pull at my nipples. Fuck it. I shove my pride to the side and give him the answer we both want to hear.
“Yes,” is barely out of my mouth before I am spun around and in Aryan’s arms. He picks me up and kisses my mouth like he has all the time in the world as he lowers my pussy down on his hard dick. I gasp in his mouth as his head begins to tunnel its way inside of me.
“See baby, this is why you can’t go so long without him digging you out, she likes to close up, and then he has to open her tight-ass back up,” he says, steadily pushing in and out of my wet channel. In, then out, then in again, going further each time. I bite his shoulder to stifle the pleasure and pain that is fighting for dominance. He places my back against the shower wall, grabs something off the shelf, and hands it to me. I realized he placed my rose in my hand. “Play with yourself. Get it wetter. I want to feel you dripping off my balls, not the water.” He’s killing me. First of all, he knows I like a little pain with my pleasure, but when you add that nasty-ass talk, I am willing to do almost anything. “Come on, babe. We were making our final descent, so unless you want the jet door to open and everyone hearing me fucking you, I suggest you let me in.”
Reaching down, I find my clit with my rose and turn it on, causing my back to bow off the wall from the pleasure.
“Mmm yeah, there she goes. Damn, that’s nice. Keep going. One more push and you will have all of me stuffed inside your hot wetness,” he tells me, picking me up and dropping me down on his hardness until he is finally seated inside me.
The rose is sucking at my clit, he is bouncing off my cervix, and I swear I am going to pass out from the orgasm already fighting its way to the surface.
“Tsk tsk, Brooklyn, get that rose back on that fat clit,” he tells me when my hand falls away from my pussy as I try to lessen the pleasure building up.
“I can’t take it!” I tell him.
“You can and you will!” He is fucking me so hard my teeth are damn near rattling with each brutal thrust. “Hurry up, baby. I am going to fuck you the entire time we are here. This is just the appetizer, just enough to take the edge off.”
I put the rose back on my clit, at the same time as Aryan hits my g-spot, causing me to throw my head back, hitting the shower wall as I scream out my orgasm.
“Fuck Brooklyn!” he roars in my ear. “She is choking the hell out of my dick! I cumming, baby!” he yells, and I feel his seed bathing my pussy walls. Holding me, we slid to the shower floor, struggling to catch our breath. We feel the plane's wheels hit the tarmac as we hit the shower floor.
“I never want to land any other way,” he says, still deep inside me.
CHAPTER4
