Despite being the daughter of notorious criminal, Alonso Devereux, 24 year old Zara is trying her best to maintain her image as a good girl and as an upstanding citizen.
Rotimi, is a 25 year old R&B singer who's life begins to become chaotic after...
We burst into Rotimi's house while he's holding me in his arms. He puts me down and closes the door, still kissing me.
"Ro...timi..." I say in between kisses.
He isn't listening.
"Baby..." I put my hands against his chest to stop him from kissing me.
"What... what's wrong..." he asks.
I laugh.
"Nothing at all. But if you want to see the surprise, we have to stop kissing."
"I thought this was the surprise." He smiles, and pulls me closer to him.
I kiss him then push him away again.
"No. Well... yes.... but there's more." I say.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Really. Now, go upstairs, shower and put on the pajamas I bought you. They're on your bed."
"Okay..."
Rotimi smiles at me as he rushes up the stairs. When I see that he's out of sight, I rush over to the living room closet. I showered right before I met him backstage at the concert so I take off my clothes and put on:
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I made dinner for us and dessert. Hell, I even made the drinks. I could've hired a chef but I wanted to do it all myself. The table and everything is already set so all I have to do is put the food on our plates.
I grab some glasses and pour both of us some wine and I pour us some of the drink I watermelon vodka cocktail that I made. As soon as I finish pouring the drinks, I hear Rotimi walking down the stairs. He walks into the dining room wearing nothing but:
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"Zee, you look.... wow.... you look so amazing that I almost forgive you for buying me this small ass shorts."
We both laugh.
"I wanted us to match! Plus I wanted them to be small so I can see your print." I smirk.
"Sweetheart I'm Nigerian, you were going to see this print regardless."
We both laugh as he walks over to kiss me. He looks all over the room at the food and decorations.
"You did all this?" He says, smiling.
"I sure did. You deserve it." I hug him.
We sit down at the table and start eating.
"This is.... oh my god... this is good!"
"Slow down before you choke!" I laugh.
"I'm sorry but this amazing. You sure you cooked this?" He asks.
"Yeah, why?" I give him a side eye.
"Because I remember one time you burned some toast when you were over here so I wasn't sure if..."
"Ro, shut the hell up! I told you I set the toaster timer on the wrong number. You won't ever let me forget that huh." I laugh.
He shakes his head.
"Not at all."
"Whatever." I playfully roll my eyes.
When we're both finished eating, I stand up.
"Where are you going?" Rotimi asks.
"To get the desert..."
He stands up and walks over to me and grabs my ass.
"You are the dessert." He bites his lip.
He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. He unties the ribbon on my robe and it drops to the floor. He rips my panties off and tosses them.
"Heyyyy I just bought those."
"I'll get you some more." He whispers in my ear as he slides his finger inside me.
He picks me up and lays me on the bed, spreading my legs apart. He starts kissing me, from my foot down to my inner thigh. I'm so nervous. Every time I'm with him, I feel like a virgin all over again, and this time is no different.
He begins licking and sucking on my clit as he grabs my thighs. I grab the top of his head and his tongue slides inside me. The more I moan, deeper his tongue goes. My leg starts to shake and he grabs my thighs even harder.
I sit up and motion for him to sit down on the bed.
"Your turn." I lick my lips.
I pull on his boxers. He helps me take them off. I grab his dick with both hands and start licking the tip. I start to suck and I look up to stare in his eyes as it goes in and out of my mouth.
I hasn't even been 5 minutes yet and he stops me.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I say.
"Nothing at all. I'm just ready for you to feel me..."
I smirk as I hop on the bed and lay back. He plays with my pussy a bit before slowly sliding his dick inside me. I gasp for air as I grip the sheets. He starts stroking me so slow. Deep. But slow. I can feel every inch of him. I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or if we're both just really horny but tonight the sex feels absolutely amazing.
He pins my legs up, going deeper. Rotimi is kissing me. All over. With each stroke he's kissing a different spot.
"Oh, fuck!" I yell out.
It feels so good that I lean my head back and close my eyes.
"Nah... look at me!" He says firmly.
I look deep into his eyes and as soon as I do, be begins to fuck me like he's never done before.
"Rotimi.... ohhhmygoddd..."
"Shit..." he says.
Our bodies are rocking together as I dig my nails in his back. He sits up a little and places his hand around my neck to choke me... gently but aggressive at the same time.
I pin him down to the bed and get on top. He grabs my hips as I'm riding him. With each stroke, I tighten up my pussy around his dick.
"Fuucccckkk..." Rotimi's eyes are rolling back.
I lean forward.
"Ro... I think ....shiiiit.... we... forgot...to....mhmm.... use a condom." I try my best to say in between the moans.
"I don't care. We don't ....fuck... don't need it." He says, leaning in to kiss me passionately.
I can't believe we forgot the condom. But Rotimi doesn't care that we forgot.... and honestly, I don't either.
