“Good,” he said huskily.
“Khalif.” Her darkened eyes were on his. “You paid for it. Give me the beast.”
Only Aurora could get him to come out like this. He stood with her body still gripping him and took her back to the stage.
“Ass up,” he growled.
She did, bending over, welcoming him with the view of her center. Khalif dropped his pants and reentered her. His hands were in her bundles while his thrusts were powered into her, challenging her hisses, moans, and grunts to rise above the music.
“Sing for me,” he commanded, leaning into his thrust to bite her shoulder.
Aurora, unable to speak, gave him what he asked for. Juices trickled down her thighs and her ass rippled with every smack of Khalif’s large hands. They were wrapped up in their moment. Nothing mattered outside of these walls.
“Answer me, Aurora,” Khalif growled. “Are you going to let me have you?”
“Lif,” she hissed, trying to get her brain to comprehend his words.
“Uh uh.” He grunted, pulling out and turning her over. Ramming back inside, he stared down at her. “Are you going to let me have you?”
“Y-ye-shiittt. Lif.”
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she whined. “Yes, baby, yes.”
twelve
. . .
“How do game days go?”Aurora’s raspy voice asked.
After slipping out of the club last night, she’d spent her time where Khalif shared she should’ve been in the first place.
“Smoothie, stretch, centering. Dominate, back home to some food and sleep,” Khalif shared, turning on the blender.
“What do you put in it?”
“Apples, spinach, kale, peanut butter, and a banana. I’ll have another smoothie when I get to the facility and nothing two hours before the game. Just water.”
“What do you want to eat?” Aurora asked, trying to be sure she could be good at this thing they were doing.
“Besides you?” he asked, making her blush.
“Haven’t had enough?”
“Hell no. If I didn’t want to win today, I would’ve woken you up,” he said, opening the microwave and handing her a plate. Sausage, cheese eggs, and toast. “Eat up. I kinda skipped over feeding you last night.”
“I didn’t even think about it, thank you. Back to what you want to eat?”
“You have a test tomorrow don’t you?”
“Yes and a paper due, too.”
“We’ll eat out after the game, come home and sleep.”
“You have all of this thought out, don’t you?”
Khalif stopped the blender and poured his smoothie into a large cup. “Yes, because you require it.”
