Finally Meant (Book 5 of Series)

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(I remember the very first day that I saw him. I found myself immediately intrigued by him. It's almost like I knew this man from another life. -India Arie

Khi

Breathe.

Most important rule, don't forget to... "fuck." My mouth waters at the sight of him dripping wet in front of me. Breathe Khi. How can I when he intoxicates my lungs, my lips tremble with each release of a jagged short breath. His hands aren't even on me yet. It's the precognition of what is to come. Pleasure. Masses upon masses of knee weakening pleasure.

"Spread em Khi." My back is against the mirror, Cario leans over me, one hand above my head, pressed against the mirror. My legs fall open at his demand. His gold chain swings above me like I'm undergoing hypnosis, with the snap of his fingers I would obey every command. His eyes lower to my dick and the expression on his face makes me wanna touch him. "Listening is not yo strength." He removes my hand from the bowl of ice and kisses my sore knuckles.

"Not gonna lie, you were fuckin that nigga up tho,"
He takes one of my fingers and licks up and down it before sliding it into his mouth.

What was that I should remember to do? Right, breathe.

He slowly removes my finger from his mouth, forcing my hand down, then kissing my lips, trailing over to my jaw on down, planting butterfly kisses on my neck.

Second rule...wait, did I mention how much he turns me on? Sorry, minor distraction.

Submit, another important rule.

"What did I tell you about being hardheaded?" His hand wraps around my neck, softly at first.

"I'm sorry," my chest heaves briskly at the alluring tone of his voice. (fuck me) I want to say but he's not happy with me. (Fuck my mouth, perhaps?) No, it's the very thing that landed me in this predicament.

"No, you are not." He knows me so well. His grip on my neck tightens, sending waves of warmth to my inner thighs, down to my feet, I curl my toes. His mouth caresses my earlobe.

"You can't follow simple instructions." He kisses along my jawline." He takes my hand, putting it near the towel. I pull it off him. He steps back, while I stare as the towel slowly unveils what I want so badly inside of me. His thick, long dick, emphasis on (his) because nobody can come close to him in that department. I swallow my spit, just imagining it down my throat as he peers into my eyes.

"Get down, I wanna fuck you from behind." I hop off the sink without a second thought. I try to kiss him. "Turn around Khi, don't make me repeat myself."

I do as he says. He forces my hands flat on the sink, the bowl of ice spills over. He takes a piece then uses his foot to kick my legs apart, he steps closer to me, his dick thumps against my back. I jump as he slides the ice cube down my crack. "Oooh." I shiver from the coolness. He bites down on my neck; his dreads cover my shoulder. I push back into him, impatiently waiting for him to enter me.

"You were bad on purpose." His nose grazes the side of my neck.

I smirk biting my lip. "Yes,"

"What should I do bout that?" I look up at his eyes through the foggy mirror. There's a little bruising underneath the right one. I could strangle that bitch Kita. I grind my ass into his swollen dick and wet pubic hairs. "You are being a lil slut begging for this...how bad you want it?"

"Bad as you wanna give it to me." That earns me a sexy, quiet chuckle. He puts his arm around my throat, pulling my back to his chest, rubbing the cube against my hole. "Ahhhh." Then he brings it back to his tongue and sucks on it. He pulls my face to his, we kiss with it between our mouths, in a violent passion, until it dissolves.