“Carnival?” Zekia huffed.
She tossed the folder of papers down on the table. She slouched in her chair while she thought back to yesterday. She and Mariposa had returned to the house to join the event planner’s meeting. She had found herself being pulled down to sit on Javier’s lap after the two men refused to get her and Mari a chair to sit at the table. She had a hard time, literally, with Javi’s dick sticking her in her ass and trying to follow the talk going on around the table. If that wasn’t bad, his rough hands took advantage of the fact that the table was wooden, which acted as a perfect shield to hide all the places his hand roamed under the table.
Zekia had fought to hide what he was doing to her like the pro she obviously was. Other than the huskiness that entered his voice, no one knew his hand had traveled up her damp thigh.
“Open your legs,” he had whispered while she replied to a comment.
Playing like she was maneuvering on his lap, she did as he ordered. He interjected on cue while his hand climbed higher towards the heat of her pussy. He leaned forward, pressing his hard chest into her back. Javi pretended to examine the papers that were laid out on the table. His true motive was to give his hand the extra reach to hit the mark. His fingers tips moved under and into her bikini bottom to touch her shaved pussy lip.
Zekia stole a glimpse of him at her right. His eyes were closed. He bit down on his lip to keep quiet. His fingers followed the line of where her two, plump, hairless lips touched to coat his fingers with her nectar. Slowly, Javier turned his head to look up into her face. He pinned her with his heated gaze.
His eyes didn’t deviate from her face as his finger penetrated her pussy. He watched every flicker of expression that danced on her pretty face.
“So, you’re all right with them?” he asked her.
His finger began to fuck her slow. In no time, his finger was wet with her juices.
“I don’t really care for them…all that ass and tits.”
Javier tilted his head. He could read the challenge in the depths of her eyes. It pissed him off that she wasn’t reacting to what he was doing. Her composure hadn’t broken in spite of the sign of her arousal drenching his finger.
“The theme was picked months ago,” he remarked, shoving his finger deeper.
He smirked. He heard the gasp that escaped her mouth. With his elbow on the table, he placed his head in the palm of his hand while he watched her contently. He read her as he finger fucked her under the table while the meeting wrapped up around them. He might have put on a brave face, but Javier was far from calm. He wanted Alicen to shut the hell up and get out of his house. He wanted to bend Zekia’s legs back until her knees touched her shoulders and thrust his dick into her wet pussy.
Goosebumps shivered down his arm. He knew he needed to stop, but her pussy was so damn tight. Her time of being dickless was plain to see. The image of her screaming as he stretched her pink flesh was driving him crazy.
He touched his forehead to her shoulder.
“So…wet,” he whispered so only her ears could hear.
Unable to stop, he moaned when the walls of her pussy tightened with excitement. Knowing his limits, he withdrew his coated digit. For the rest of the meeting, Javier had remained silent. He brushed the sore on her arm, lost in thought.
Three days later, Zekia shuffled through the set of papers she had been given. Much to her frustration, she had been roped into helping with coordinating the coming function. Mariposa didn’t want Alicen being around Lucian now that she was there. Zekia had felt the same way, too, but she didn’t want to have a hand in pulling off the Carnival themed charity event.
“Are you going to do it?” Lucian had teased Mari.
Mariposa worked her mouth to speak while her eyes darted around the table.
“Well, I can but…”
“Fine,” smirked Alicen.
She would love for the two bitches to be the talk of the party circuit when they fell. Javier and Lucian were replacing her, casting her aside for the whores. They could all suck it, was her thought. She would come the night of the party with sharpened claws and tongue to talk about the disaster she was sure it would be. Alicen had actually chuckled when she thought about it. Those two didn’t have the connections she had.
Now, Zekia was stuck with her list of duties while Mariposa tried to see to hers while still working on the mystery of her father. Annoyed, Zekia laid her head on the cool surface of the table. She hated the fact that Javier was gone doing goodness knows on the estate. Since that day, he had made sure to not spend too much time alone with her. Every morning, he would wake her up to check the sore on her arm. His expression would go dark before he cleaned it and left out the door. In the evening, they would have dinner, talk alone while watching TV. Then he would examine her sore one more time.
She shook her head as she thought about last night. Javi reached for her arm.
“What the fuck,” he snapped as he glared at the sore.
“I know. It’s turning colors. I think I should get it checked out,” she responded. She took her arm back to scratch it lightly.
“That’s not necessary. Just give it a few days,” he hissed.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. She was confused by his mood.
“Nothing…I’m just waiting on something that’s taking fuckin’ forever to happen,” he grunted.
His attempt to smile to lighten the mood failed.
“Goodnight…I guess,” he grumbled.
He placed a dry peck on her mouth, got up, and left. He made sure that whatever he said in Spanish under his breath while he walked away was low enough that she couldn’t hear it. From what she did catch, she was able to make out that he was praying.
Glancing up, she frowned. The clouds that were forming in the sky proved that Javier’s warning of bad weather was true after all. She got up, gathered her papers, and went towards the stairs for her room.
Why the change? she questioned.
Javier had cooled his attack. She had thought after what had transpired under the table that they would have done the deed by now. She had been so sure that he had wanted her.
Men and their mind games.
The possibility that Javier was playing with her turned her stomach sour. Hell, this morning she had called her office to inform her boss she was coming back by the end of the week. The man had asked her what she had found out. She had made sure to keep her response professional. Zekia had been shocked when the man demanded her to stay where she was.
“That’s it! That’s all you got? No, you stay. Use this rare opportunity to get more. Shit, the man is giving you the exclusive. I better get a helluva lot more than what you just told me,” the man had said in a rush.
Before she could ask the man what he was going on about, he made an excuse to get off the line. Of course, just because the Massa told her to remain with Javier, she didn’t have to listen. She could go home and have a little mini-vacay.
“You’re just gonna walk past me?”
Zekia’s head snapped around to find that she had passed Javi in the hallway.
“What got the steam coming out of your ears anyway?” he asked as he made up the distance between them.
Zekia debated telling him the truth. She didn’t want to come off like a THOT who was angry for not getting the dick. She shrugged.
“I was planning my trip home.”
She could tell he didn’t like her answer. A frown creased his brow. He opened his mouth to speak, then his eyes fell to her sore. Javier froze. He reached out his hand and brought her arm up to examine it in the LED lighting in the hall. A goofy grin formed on his face.
“For some reason, this sore looks so pretty to me,” he sighed.
At fuckin’ last! Zekia and her pussy are MINE!! the voice in his mind shouted.
He chuckled when she snatched her arm away. He knew she had been pissed with him the last few days. The nasty glare she was giving him didn’t even faze him. He was going to fuck a smile on her face tonight and every night. He could feel his balls grow tight.
“I can’t let you leave.”
The deep tenor of his voice caused the butterflies in her stomach to wake up. Javi brought her close by snaking his arm around her waist. He slowly pulled her until her soft body was plastered against his rock-hard body.
“You don’t want me to leave?”
Javier shook his head with a pout on his sensual lips.
“You want me to stay?”
He nodded his head, this time with a wicked grin.
“I want to have an intimate dinner in your room,” he stated.
Zekia tilted her head. She could pick up the meaning in his words.
“Only if the meal is going to be a filling one,” she teased.
Javi tossed back his head in laughter.
“It will be back breaking work, but I’m sure I can pull off something that will make it the meal of the century,” he chuckled.
“Wow, such high hopes,” she winked.
Javi grinded his teeth as he watched her climb the steps.
Zekia jumped in Javier’s arms at the cracking of lightning followed by the roar of thunder that shook the foundation of the house. She gave him a sheepish smile as she straightened up in the bed. The entire meal she had been frightful due to the raging storm outside.
“Maybe you should sleep with me tonight…because of the storm,” he added with a smile.
“Hm,” she smirked.
Her eyes traveled over his muscular chest and landed on his handsome face.
“I don’t think I can sleep with all that going on,” she remarked.
Her eyes went to the window just in time to see the bright flash of lightning.
“Good,” he said as he rolled off the bed. “I wasn’t planning on us sleeping anyway,” he admitted with a wink.
Zekia licked her dry lips. She couldn’t wait until he made his move. She had taken her time to clean every crack and spot on her body when she bathed. She did a fresh once-over with the razor and oiled her body down with shea butter. She made sure to spray her expensive perfume on the sides of her neck, on the back of her neck, in the valley of her breasts, wrists, between her thighs, and for good measure, on the back of her knees. She couldn’t wait for him to put his hands up her dress to find she had no panties on.
She closed her legs tight to enjoy the throbbing of her cunt due to her lustful thought of the man who was now strolling over to retrieve the remote. He snatched it up, took a step back from the table the big screen TV sat on, and switched it on.
“What are we watching?” he inquired.
Zekia opened her mouth. Instead of words coming forth, a cry of dismay erupted. Javier glanced up at the light fixture overhead that flicked.
“Fine,” he promised. “Maybe I should go check on the horses, though.”
“What! Wait! The horses are fine. You can get struck by lightning.”
Javier cocked an eyebrow. “You aren’t worried about me. You just don’t want to be left alone,” he chuckled.
“Yes!” she spat, getting to her feet.
He tossed the remote from across the room to the bed. “Just pick something for us to watch, and I’ll…”
The lights flicked and then the entire room went black.
“Shit,” he growled.
“See, nah, you’re staying with me. How do you know somebody didn’t cut the lights, huh? You didn’t think of that, did you?” she added.
Javi tilted his head. Through the sound of the pouring rain, he didn’t hear anything strange.
“I’ll be back. There’s millions of dollars in that stable,” he pointed out.
Zekia cursed under her breath after he left the room. Instantly, the feeling of being watched settled over her. The sound of her panting echoed through the room. She was really scared. Shaking herself, she walked over to the dresser. Kneeling, she searched under her clothes until her hand connected with what she had been looking for. Without any thought, she popped open the box. Her hands moved on reflex as she pulled out the gun, pushed in the clip, and cocked it to send a bullet into the chamber.
She got to her feet. By the lightning that flashed through the French doors, she found her way to the corner. Once there, she plastered her back into the whole. She kept her eyes trained on the open bedroom door. From where she stood, she had the advantage of seeing anyone who walked into the room. With the people Javier and Lucian were stealing from, she wasn’t taking any chances.
The sound was faint at first. The stop and go of the faint sound made sweat break out under her armpits. Widening her stance, she brought the gun up. One finger was on the safety while the other was on the trigger.
“Hey, the gen…”
Javier stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway. Another person may have had to scan the room to find her location, but not him. He zeroed in on where she stood. His eyes went to her, then they narrowed on the barrel of the gun.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he barked.
Zekia brought her arms down in a smooth movement.
“Making sure I’m all right,” she affirmed.
Javier’s long strides ate up the space to reach her. She wished she hadn’t backed herself into a corner, literally. She would swear she lost skin from the way the gun was ripped from her hand. He knew a bullet wouldn’t have hurt him. It was the fact that he couldn’t afford to have to start from the starting gate with Zekia if she had accidentally shot him and he wasn’t injured. There would be the questions and fear that was would have. No, Javier would be damned. He was going to fuck her tonight. He had waited long enough.
“Move,” he hissed as he pointed to the door.
He unloaded the gun in quick order, tossed it on the bed, and followed her towards the door. Zekia paused. She fell into step next to him as he led them downstairs, and through the house.
“What about the kids?”
“I have generators. They’ll kick on soon,” he explained before he ducked into a room. He motioned for her to wait outside in the hallway. A second later, he returned.
“Here,” he demanded as he shoved the heavy metal into her hand. “This is all the protection you need. Stay here,” he tossed over his shoulder.
Zekia frowned at the fireplace poker Javi had given her.
“They’ll be on me before I’ll be able to use this, dumbass,” she shouted.
The sound of the door slamming was his response. Javier walked down the steps. The cold rain beat against his body. In seconds, he was soaked. His light brown eyes peered into the inky night. The only light came when it was lit up by the flash of lightning in the sky. He cracked the bones in his neck by tilting his head and relaxed. His eyes became amber flames. Suddenly, a being appeared behind him. It wrapped itself in Javi’s shadow.
Javier smirked as it walked from behind him to stand in front. Without a word, the black thing shifted. Time and time again, it duplicated itself until there were five tar colored creatures that blended into the night. Only the same color amber swirling eyes as Javi’s gave a clue to their presence.
“Check things out,” Javi whispered.
With a nod, the five towering creatures set out. He turned and headed for the barn.
“That hoe should be here,” Zekia grumbled.
Mariposa spent all her time with Lucian. If she were here, Zekia would be pacing the floor by herself.
“What’s taking so long?” she groaned with her eyes glued to the door Javier had left from.
To her, what was only twenty minutes felt like an hour.
“Generator my ass,” she added to her rant.
She was still cloaked in darkness. Her focus was on the door and not the hallway behind her. She had no idea that a large figure was slowly creeping up behind her until she felt the hands tugging her backward. Zekia screamed. She tried to spin around, the weapon in hand, to hit whoever it was, but the person had time to plan his attack.
Javier’s loud laughter only angered her even more.
“You fucking asshole,” she yelped.
He held her tight while she punched him in the chest. Her attack did nothing to quell his laughter.
“Your face was like,” he chuckled.
A stream of curses followed his imitation of her frightened expression.
“Come on,” he chuckled.
“You’re dripping all over the house,” she snipped.
“I hope I won’t be the only one dripping tonight,” he teased.
In spite of her deep eye roll, Zekia was still hoping the same thing. The fact that he didn’t let go of her hand when they reached her room was very promising. Instead, he kept going to his room. They were a few steps away from his door when the generator finally checked in.
“I had to flip the switch off to restart it,” he explained when she asked why it had taken so long for the machine to kick on.
Zekia stood in the middle of his large room nervously. She didn’t know what to do with herself. No, that wasn’t true. She knew damn well what she wanted. She watched as Javier peeled off his wet shirt. His hands went to the golden, metal button on his jeans. Her gaze followed the matching colored zipper. She swallowed the moan that almost got away from her when he opened his pants.
He doesn’t wear underwear, she realized before he disappeared into the closet.
He strolled out a few seconds later in a pair of blue plaid sleep pants that showed off the V cut in his pelvis.
“I’m sorry I got you wet,” he remarked as he picked up the remote to the TV mounted on the wall.
“I thought that was your plan.”
God, she better watch it, he thought before he spoke.
“Really, what do you want to watch?” he pressed.
The blue screen appeared on the large flat screen. Not caring anymore, Zekia sealed her fate.
“I want to watch your dick sliding in and out of my pussy.”
She wondered if he had heard her answer since he had gone silent. However, when he turned his head slowly to look at her, she had no doubts. The intense expression on his handsome, tan face made her take a step back.
Javier’s fit body resembled that of a sleek animal when he walked towards her. His muscles flexed with every step he took.
“My mind is going to lost after tonight?”
“Yes,” he replied in a deep voice.
He began to lift her dress up. Zekia licked her lips. Her hand gravitated to his dick to give it a squeeze.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
That was the end of caution. Javi captured Zekia’s open mouth. His head reeled at the impact kissing her and touching her had on his body. She massaged his dick through the fabric of his pants while he stripped her of her clothing. He didn’t apologize for the way he shoved his hand between her legs. Zekia stepped them apart so he could maneuver his hand.
“I remember this wet pussy. I can’t believe how wet you get,” he whispered.
He watched under hooded lids as he entered her body with two strong fingers. Zekia held on to his arms to keep her footing. Her head fell forward to rest on his chest.
“You like that?”
“Mm, you’re making me so wet…God,” she moaned.
Craning her head back, she looked at him. “I’m starving for dick,” she pleaded.
Javi closed his eyes briefly to clear the fog from his mind.
“How long has it been?” For some reason, he wanted to know.
“Two very long years,” she admitted.
He rubbed his wet fingers on her clit once he removed them.
“We got a long night ahead, but I’ll let you pop one off first,” he promised.
He chuckled at the light in her eyes at his comment. Eager, she tugged him towards the bed.
“No.”
He pulled back. Confused, Zekia frowned until she realized he was taking her to the panel of glass. The area was a wall of mirrors. She touched his hips, slipping her hand into his pants. The smacking sound of his stiff dick hitting his ripped abs echoed through the room when she pushed down his pants.
“You’re really big,” she marveled. “But I know it’s going to feel so fuckin’ good,” she finished with a sigh.
Javier was at a loss for words. All he could do was stare while she held, massaged, and measured his length with her sure hands.
“Zekia?” he whispered.
His dick jerked in her hands. The soft kiss on his stomach sent electricity from his balls to the tip. He bit his lip as she traced the throbbing vein that stopped at the root of his dick. He attempted to stop her, but she shook him off.
“I said I was starving,” she breathed.
Her warm breath bathed his cock, she was so close. His eyes grew while she opened her mouth wide. She sucked his balls into her hot mouth.
“Goddamn,” he groaned.
Their eyes connected. The hard and soft suck of her mouth was transporting. His sac slipped out of her mouth. One second later, his cock filled her mouth. His fingers bit into his thighs to keep him from pushing her head down to force her to take more. Most women couldn’t take his entire length, but Zekia was doing pretty damn good. Wanting more, he leaned forward.
“I think I won the bet. Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned.
Her head bobbed to the beat of her choosing until she took him as far as she could go. He held his dick by the root. A wave of hot saliva bathed his hand and nuts when he hit the back of her throat, which caused her to gag.
“Enough. Come here, sweetheart.”
He licked the wetness from the corner of her mouth before he turned her around to face the mirror.
“You’re shaking. Calm down…it looks scarier than what it really is,” he promised.
He pulled her into the warmth of his hard body. Capturing her leg at the thigh, he lifted it high. Zekia shivered as the feel of the silky mushroom tip of his dick brushed against her pink, quivering flesh. Javier read her face as he began to penetrate her slowly. His hand snaked around her waist to keep her on her feet.
“Ah…relax, Zekia. For the love of God, don’t tighten your pussy,” he whispered in her ear.
“Jesus! You’re so big…but it feels sooo good,” she praised.
His charge then retreat was mind bending. Each time he introduced more of his thick length into her body, stretching her further. In spite of her groans, her body didn’t lie. Her cunt drenched his dick. It vibrated with spasms of pleasure. His hands moved to touch her large, black nipples.
“Why aren’t you watching me fuck you?” he asked. “Tell me what you see, Zekia,” he commanded.
“Oh my God!” she cried, opening her eyes. “I feel so full.”
“Tell me what you see, sweetheart,” he grunted.
Her eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror. His narrowed gaze made her heart skip a beat. Shifting her focus, she stared at the place where all the feeling in her body was collected. She felt as if her body was on fire. Her lids flickered then grew when Javier thrust home to seat himself completely in her moist hole. He paused to rotate his hips before he withdrew slowly.
“I see your dick glistening with all my pussy juice. You got my legs wide…mm, my clit is so swollen… God, it looks so good,” she managed to get out.
“Now, feel it,” he groaned.
“Oh… Oh…shit,” she cried before she covered her gaping mouth.
Javier’s narrowed eyes watched her expressions of pleasure and pain while he round her hard. His strong hand and arm held her in place for his attack. Suddenly, he felt it. Zekia was lost. She tossed back her head. Her howl filled the room. He slowed his hips to enjoy her orgasm.
“Don’t go all jelly on me now. I’m not done with you yet,” he smirked as he scooped her up and headed for the bed.
Zekia had been reduced to a babbling idiot. Javier understood her, though. She was asking him to give her a break. Her words became curses the second he rolled her up with her knees touching her shoulders and his tongue licked her tender, pink flesh. Zekia clawed the covers. Javier licked, sucked, and nibbled on her exposed pussy.
“I’m in love,” she smirked.
He lifted his head and smiled. He positioned himself between her legs.
“No,” she replied.
She turned her head when he tried to kiss her. Javi laughed.
“I see. Well, that’s the last time I eat you then,” he threatened with a shrug.
A deep frown creased her face at that thought. Javier wiggled his tongue as he teased her with what she would be giving up. Zekia opened her mouth to him. It took her a second to process the flavors that invaded her senses.
“Not bad,” she smiled.
Javier chuckled. He continued to kiss and mesmerize her body with his hands. He laid back and allowed Zekia to do the same. He encouraged her with his grunts, moans, and prayers in Spanish.
“You think you’re ready to ride?” he smirked.
Zekia straddled his hips. Reaching down, she took him in her firm hands to hold his dick in place. His large hands rested on her hips. Her reply was to rise on her knees and begin to impale herself with his manhood.
“Fast learner, huh?”
“Somebody told me the secret.”
“Prove it,” he moaned as he smacked her ass.
It took everything within Javier to let her set the tempo. He wanted to fuck her until she passed out. Instead, he focused on the beautiful woman who was enjoying herself. He waited until she was so consumed with taking her please before he allowed his essence to leak into hers. His light brown eyes turned into an amber hue. He glanced to the side as the dark shadow appeared behind Zekia’s bent body to hover over them both. He felt lightheaded as he let go more of his power. It was then that she stiffened. Javier sat up. He refused to let her remove her body.
“Let me go. What’s going on?” she trembled.
Zekia shivered. The eyes that bore into hers were no longer light brown, but swirling orbs of fire.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart,” begged Javier.
He began to move inside of her, taking over the tempo. His strong palm rested on her lower back. He could see the conflicting emotions of fear and lust battling in the depths of her eyes. However, his mastered, controlled strokes made sure lust won out.
“This…is…too much,” she groaned. Her eyes rolled back into her head before they closed.
Her body glistened with sweat. Javi lowered his head to her breast to suckle.
“Ah, you’re getting wet again. Yes, baby…wet this dick. Jesus,” he hissed.
He moved fast. In a blink of an eye, Zekia was on her back, legs wide with Javier pounding her with no mercy. All she felt was pleasure.
“I’m hot…burning up. Ah, Javi, fuck me,” she cried.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
He needed to see her eyes. He had to make sure he wasn’t leaking too much too fast. He bit his lip at the redness of her eyes. He marveled at how strong she was. Zekia was clueless of what was happening to her, of what he was doing to her, of how she would never be the same after he was done.
She ran her hand through his damp hair. The other caressed his back. His muscles flexed and danced under her fingertips and he rode her hard. Changing his strides to long and deep, he leaned into his thrusts, which made her wet pussy fart.
“Mm,” he smirked, rotating his hips to draw more sounds from her pussy.
“What are you doing to me?” she sighed.
She squeezed his tight ass cheeks. A goofy grin of satisfaction hung on her full lips.
“A soul tie, sweetheart.” He paused to brush a braid off her chest.
It was like a bucket of ice water had been splashed on her.
This man is serious
“Get up!” she demanded as she attempted to shove him away.
An expression of sadness danced across Javi’s face before he hid it. He had to time it just right. Balancing the marble sized object on his tongue, he leaned into Zekia’s pussy and waited. Just as he knew she would, Zekia opened her mouth to protest. Javi spit the glowing object down Zekia’s throat. The effects on her body were instant. She had never experienced a high like she did at that moment. She had to fight to keep her eyes from crossing. She felt herself being wrapped in a cocoon of nerophric bliss. Her body was in sensory overload.
“You’re going to pay for this,” she giggled.
The only way she could describe her current state was to compare what she was feeling to the people in the Batman cartoon that couldn’t stop laughing after being sprayed by Joker’s gas. Her mind was intact and sharp, while her body betrayed her. She was a slave to the lust that tripled in intensity.
“I can be what you’ve been longing for, Zekia. I am capable of loving you.”
The rotation of his hips made her arch her back off the bed. Her moan vibrated through the room. She became a leaking faucet as she rained down her nectar.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Javier took his time as he made love to Zekia. He had fucked countless women, but this was different. The tie that now bound them together was the reason. The connection of need, emotion, and raw passion acted like a conductor between the two of them. His heart almost stopped at the sight of tears in Zekia’s eyes.
She could read the question in his swirling gaze.
“Why this way? This…is…mm…all I wanted, but you fucked it up. You—”
Javier crushed his lips to hers to silence her words. He slipped his arm under her leg, closed his eyes, and tried his best to erase the image he had just seen. Their moans and pants dulled the sound of her words of betrayal and hurt. He forged on with an abandonment as if he was drowning his pain until his dick jerked. Zekia felt the gush of his hot cum spilling into her body.