De Luca

Chapter 9 EDITED

Nathalie POV

Wet Dream

The Weeknd played in the background, giving the private VIP room the needed tension. I straddle his lap, slowly grinding on him. His bulge rubbed against my moist area. My fingers hooked under the straps of his mask. I was finally going to see the man behind the red neon Mask. To my surprise, he is blind in his left eye. A scar ran right across his left eye to his lips. It made sense now why he wore the mask. His face suited his name, Red Devil. But it didn't matter. I still wanted him badly.

I unbuckled his belt, zipping his zipper down. I was taking my sweet time, torturing him with anticipation. I reached inside his boxers, pulling his dick out. It was thin and long and curved upright. I like it. I began stroking him, kissing him on his neck. He gripped my waist, laying us on the couch. I whimpered when he pulled away. I watch as he removed his clothes, his biceps flexed with each movement.

He sprawled my legs apart, sliding his dick between my wet lips. He stroke his way inside of me, he rubbed my clit, and I moaned out. My body melting with pleasure.

He picked up the pace, rubbing my clit and slamming his dick in me. I prompt myself up on my elbows, watching his dick pump in and out of me. I moaned out his name; he called me his queen. He picked me up, prompting me on the nearest wall. One leg hung over his arm, the next down on the floor, on the tips of my toes.

My fingers dug into his shoulder as he hit my g-spot. My moans grew louder as I felt myself ready to climax. I cursed when he pulled out, begging him to keep going. He only chuckled, the vibration making me clench. I purred out his name, begging him to fuck me. He leaned in, his lips brushed against my ear as he said...

End of wet dream

Buzz. Buzz.

No, no, no, no.

Buzz. Buzz. Somebody better be dying! My Yoni throbbed and ached for a release. She's so wet, dripping, drool from the wet dream. I was pissed. I picked up my phone, not looking at the caller ID.

"What, what, what!?" I shouted at the person that messed up my wet dream. I was so close to hearing his dirty words, so close to cuming.

"Sorry, Nat, but I need your help" Jessica's voice rang out. I could not believe my ears!

"Jessica!?" I shouted in disbelief

"No need to shout."

"No! No, no, no. This is my day off. Why? why do you hate me so much?" I faked cried.

"I don't hate you. I adore you, that's why I called you to assist me at my house. I have a little family get-together, and I bragged about your cooking. I betted 2,000 dollars that you could beat my nephew in a cook-off." I think I heard wrong, but I know I didn't. Seriously!

"You did what?! Are you insane, woman!? Why would you do that--clearly, you are insane," I ranted on and answered my own question. She has to be out of her mind. I knew she was crazy from day one. This just proved me right.

"hahaha, so will you come?" She asked shyly. Yeah, right! I could already see her pouty face, making me groan out loud.

"Ahhh!" I screamed out, thrashing around in my bed. "Fine, I can't let you lose 2,000 dollars without trying, right? Send me your address," After hanging up, I laid in bed for a few more minutes before I finally got up to get ready. I took a cold shower. Yoni wasn't too happy about that. But she had to be left unattended. I wore green high-rise pants with a simple white spaghetti strap shirt with green huarache.

My phone pinged, letting me know that I received a message. I checked it and saw that Reds texted me. I sent a quick reply and went on to look at Jessica's address.

When I started to get ready, it was 9.30; it's now 10.15 pm. Well, I had to find a simple outfit and one that I could move in just in case someone tries to jump me.

I did a final check. I had my purse, enough money for the ride to and back, and a knife strapped to my waist. I was satisfied and confident. I was ready to go and made sure to lock my door.

I hailed a cab and told him Jessica's address. The drive was TWO flipping HOURS. Seriously, Jessica!? You couldn't live any further away? I sighed for the fourth time. We finally reached her house, what I assume is her house. I notice a lot of cars parked in front of a simple yet, fancy home.

I paid the cabbie and headed toward the house, admiring the exterior of it. I rang the doorbell but no one answer. I rang it again. The door opens, a beautiful tan girl, who is my height, stands in the doorway. She squeals, causing me to flinch. "Come in, come in!" she said, jumping up and down. I laughed nervously, hoping to God that I was in the right place. She guided me through the house into the kitchen. I breathed out a silent breath of relief upon seeing Jessica. A few more gasps and squeals came from all the women in the kitchen. It was like walking in to model studio. They all looked fucking amazingly breathtaking.

"Jessica, what's happening right now?" I asked. Clearly, they knew something that I didn't know, and it was starting to freak me out. Why were they gasping so much?

"Oh, don't mind them," Wave the women off. "This is my sister, Sofia, her daughters, my nieces, Angelica, Serena, and Noemi, who you met at the door." I saluted them, and they hugged me. It's either an amicable family, or something isn't right, and this was a setup by Jessica.

"So, where's the cook-off happening?" I looked around, jumping straight to the point. I'm all for family getting along and stuff, but this bitch needed her dildo to give her a fix.

"Straight to the point, I like her already," And there it is. I let out a loud gasp and pointed my finger at Jessica.

"You didn't!?" I knew it. I didn't know it then, but I know now. She's trying to set me up with her weird-ass nephew. And, yes! Yes, I am judging this book by its cover.

"Did what? What are you talking about?" Jessica acted innocent if we were standing in court right now, her ass would be guilty. Not happening, Jess.

"I'm out!" I was making my way to the door, but Jessica blocked my way.

"Okay, okay, wait. It might have been a trick, but there is a cook-off, ladies vs. guys. The guys already picked someone, and I picked you." I rolled my eyes and huffed, heading back into the kitchen.

"I am not dating your nephew; let's just make that clear," I stated firmly. Jessica and her family smiled. I don't think they believe me. We all broke out in conversation, speaking through each other. They were entertaining people. I have never laughed so much in my life.

Two hours later, I was done, but before we could do the taste contest, they wanted to introduce me to the guys. As we got outside, loud curses and cheers were heard.

"Come on, this shit is too easy!" A guy in a green shirt shouted in a barging tone.

"Oh, come on! Somebody hurry wipe his ass off the table!" One of the other guys replied.

"Fellas!" Jessica shouted, right after she whistled, getting their attention. "I'd like you to meet my good friend and my choice in the cook-off, Nathalie."

The guy in the green shirt was about to make a shot, but he did a double-take and missed. The guys cheered, and he didn't seem to care. He stood up straight, a broad smile on his face. I took in his appearance. He wore a green shirt with black jeans and black sneakers. He had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoos on one arm. A black watch on his right hand. His tattoos looked so familiar.

I cocked my head to the side, narrowing my eyes. I swear that watch and tattoos look so familiar. The watch he sported was like the same one I gave to... My eyes grew wide, snapping to his face. He winked at me.

Fuck me. Reds?

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Hey peoples. Here's another one. The meet-up happened. It may seem quick, but as I said, it's looking like a short story kind of story.

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