He shook his head with a frustrated glare. “I don’t know how to handle this. I don’t know how to support her. It’s just…it’s overwhelming. I feel so helpless because this is something I can’tcontrol. But I feel so fucking selfish for feeling that way. If I’m overwhelmed, I know damn well she is.”
Feeling a rush of sympathy, I drew him into my arms. He accepted the embrace, pressing his face against my chest as I leaned back against the large arm of the couch. His massive arms encircled my waist, pulling my soft body flush against his hard frame. I began to rub his back soothingly, trying to offer some comfort.
We held each other in silence for what felt like a couple of forevers.
“I feel so guilty.” His words came out muffled as he spoke into my chest. “Because I really can’t focus on her.”
“Why?”
“You know why, Avi.”
Mythic looked up into my eyes, and my breath hitched. Mythic was a man who always got what he wanted—who never lost. I had stopped our kiss before, but the look in his eyes now told me he was intent on finishing what we had started.
Tonight, however, I didn’t feel the same reluctance. Instead, I felt so vulnerable and scared, and his presence had managed to soothe any of it. So, when he leaned in and took my lips with his, I didn’t resist.
He groaned into my mouth, and immediately, the reluctance between us vanished, and so did the stress and worry that we were just grappling with. Tasting him made everything feel so much better that it no longer existed, and he kissed me as if it were the same for him. He thrust his tongue down my throat and explored my mouth and lips with his own. Passionately, we moaned and moved our bodies against each other’s.
His firm grip sat me up. With ease, he lifted the pajama shirt over my head. I was weary, and guilt started to creep in, but hebegan to kiss it away, placing those soft lips all over my breasts. He took each nipple into his lips. The moisture of his mouth soothed the aggression of each suck. Then he placed soft pecks down my body, making a trail from between my breasts and over the imperfections of my belly.
My back arched under the vibrations that each kiss sent through my body. My head fell back, and my eyes stared at the ceiling. I wrestled with the many emotions rolling through me. Fear, guilt, shame, and need took over me. But I soon felt his mouth on my clit. His lips sucked it in to meet his tongue, which played with it slowly and carefully.
All resolve left my body. I gasped and melted into his oral fucking. He had pushed my small shorts aside to get access to his feast. My heart thumped harder and harder as I let out a faint whimper. With every pass that his tongue made over my clit, I leaked.
My nipples hardened watching the man of my dreams, the man who defined longing, the man who portrayed what passion was, drink me with eagerness. He was feasting on me as if I were heavenly.
My body rippled with pleasure. My legs shook, and my back arched.
When he removed his face from between my thick thighs, it and his beard glistened with my cum. He then licked his lips, savoring my taste.
“Oh God, Mythic,” escaped me in a moan of need and disbelief.
“You taste so good, baby,” he spoke into my juices. “Please don’t make me stop.”
I cringed. “But Damar might come back.”
With his eyes fixated on mine, he licked my clit slowly, sucking my pearl. I shivered, feeling my center leaking down to the crack of my ass.
“I got eyes on him at the club. When he makes a move, I’ll get a call. Now, relax and let me eat.”
His yearning was humbling. Such a man of his stature needing to taste me was unfathomable. But in that moment, he wasn’t the gangster, and I wasn’t the married woman. We were Avi and Mythic, the two teenagers who fell in love and never truly fell out, who were just pushed apart by juvenile mistakes and decisions. So, I allowed him to pull my shorts down. He then stood up and dropped his joggers. His smooth, brown length was so hard that the veins in it looked 3D.
As if not to give me time to change my mind, he hurriedly dropped to his knees. He took his left hand and scooped some of my juices on it, then he slid that hand over his length, lubricating it. He took my thighs in his grip by his elbows and positioned my dripping center in front of him. Using his hips, he brought his dick to my center and forced me down on it.
He groaned in response to my tightness on his shaft. He started thrusting slowly. I grabbed his back and dug my fingers into his skin, trying to take all of him. He quickened his pace, and my pants matched his rhythm. As he thrust his dick into me, his body pushed against my clit, causing me to quiver with pleasure. My moans grew louder, and he quickened his pace more until we could barely breathe.
I could feel every inch of him filling me. My back arched, my legs shook, and I screamed with pleasure. At the sound of my oncoming climax, he thrust his dick as far into me as he could.
I inhaled so loudly that the sound of my breath bounced off the windows, which reflected Chicago’s skyline. I didn’t knowwhat I should have expected from Mythic, but I felt foolish that I was shocked that he started to drill me. He drove every inch so far into me that the tip of his head kissed my cervix. I took the beating eagerly. My center spilled sweet juices in appreciation of finally feeling the passion that it had been missing since before I had gotten married.
His penetration felt so good that I loudly sang his praises, making sure that every inch of the suite heard how good his dick was. It was too big to handle and a chore to take, but I forced myself to take every intense stroke because the good came with the bad. He made me orgasm more than my husband could even research how to.
DAMAR SCOTT
I’d been at Enchant for hours, showing support for Richie. He promoted parties here on the nights I didn’t, so I had to come through. In this business, promoters had to support one another. It was all about networking, building connections, and making sure the money kept flowing between us. That’s how we stayed on top.
But it was late now, and my mind was back on Aviana. I knew she was mad as hell at me for leaving her at the hotel, and I had to smooth that over.
I made my way over to Richie, dapped him up, and told him, “I’m out. Gotta get back to the wife.”
