Page 19 of Furthest From Perfect

Han’some shook his head. “Nah, that’s the liquor speaking, baby.”

I took his hand then slid it into the waistband of my shorts. I hissed when his fingers grazed over my swollen clit. “Now it’s my pussy speaking. Will you still deny me what I want?”

“Adora.” He groaned my name while nuzzling his nose against my neck. “Cut it out.”

I shook my head. “Remember, you said I’m a married woman now. Tonight, this married woman wants to end her night with her husband’s dick deep inside of her.”

My lips stung from how vigorously Han’some and I kissed all the way home. From the truck, to the elevator, to now being pinned against the wall in his penthouse, our lips hadn’t separated once. I could feel strength racing beneath his beautiful, chocolate skin, and I moaned into his mouth.

“Adora, are you a virgin?” he whispered against my neck.

I shook my head but had to explain. “Technically, no, but it’s been years since my experiment.”

Without another word, he lifted me from the wall and carried me toward his bedroom. His plush sheets welcomed me when he tossed me onto the bed. He gripped my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed before I had a chance to blink. I watched him unzip my cropped jacket like a man on a mission. My bra came off next, and he devoured my right nipple, making me hiss in glee. When he noticed me looking at him, he smirked, and I knew I was in trouble. And that excited me. It excited me more than the shots and time I spent in the club tonight.

He popped my nipple out of his mouth and began to place feather-light kisses across my chest until he made it to the other one. Pinching it between his fingers, he mumbled, “I thought you said when you look at me, you don’t want to fuck me . . .”

I couldn’t help but release a belly laugh because he’d reminded me of the message that collided our worlds. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I tapped my chin, refusing to look away from him. If he was going to make me eat my words, I hoped they at least tasted good. “And I thought you said when you look at me, your dick don’t get hard?” I sat up on my elbows to glance down to where I knew he was as hard as a rock. “Oh . . .”

He smiled and kissed my left nipple while his fingers grazed over my panties. I cooed, feeling a river of fire race down my spine. My hands tightened against his sheets when he began to strum a beautiful melody against my clit. I couldn’t remain still if I wanted to, because it felt like his fingers were activating me, telling me to go.

While alternating between my breasts, he eased a finger inside of me. I could feel my wetness seep out of me. His head dipped down as he took his lips on a journey down my stomach and thighs until he reached my soaking wet center. That first swipe of his tongue was enough to send me into oblivion. But it was the second one that refused to let me go by yanking me back into my body and forcing me to feel every sensation ripping through my body. I tried to clasp onto his head, but my eyes rolled in two different directions. All I could see was stars, and all I felt was sunlight.

“Mmm, I knew you would taste good,” he moaned against me while slurping on my flesh until I twitched against his lips.

I nearly suffocated him with my thighs as my orgasm began to build. He increased the stroke of his fingers and the suctioning of his tongue, turning my pussy into a soupy mess. I lifted my hips in time with his movements until my entire body powered off.

My body crashed into the shore of euphoria, and he chose that as the best moment to slide inside of me. “Ouuuu,” I moaned from the way he filled me up. “Oh my . . . Han—” I couldn’t form a single word as he began to rotate his hips, feeding me every inch of his dick.

I started to lose my fucking mind from how fucking good everything felt. His lips crashed into mine, and from the way our tongues danced, I knew I was a goner. I was never going to be able to look at him without remembering the moment he confiscated my soul for his own pleasure. “I knew you wanted me, baby. Why you fight against me so long? I could’ve been had you nuttin’ on this dick, Adora.”

I wanted to respond and say I knew he was bad for me, but his intention was not to allow me to speak at all. All he wanted to do was make me moan. He pushed my right leg back then got on his knees. I thought he couldn’t go deeper, but I was proven wrong, because he reached a new depth in me, and my pussy produced an ocean for him to swim in. Every stroke sounded like he’d turned my coochie into a washing machine.

“You’re mine, Koi.” He drilled into me, then flipped me on my stomach. “You’re mine,” he reiterated, slamming into me with enough force to send me face first into the headboard. He smacked me across the ass. “Show me all of them magic tricks you pulled out on your story tonight.”

Using the headboard to steady my weight, I began throwing my ass back on him. My lips parted, and the moans that came out of me sounded like lyrics to a song. There was nothing I could do but succumb to the magic in the air. “Ouu, damn, this pussy so fucking wet. You love this dick, huh?” Leaning forward, he placed his lips by my ear. “You love me, don’t you, Koi? You’re happy as fuck to be my wife, ain’t it? You gonna want this dick every day from now on, aren’t you?”

When his hand reached around to grip the front of my throat, I felt like Beyoncé because all I could say was, “Yes! Yes! Yesss!”

He smacked me on the ass cheeks and chuckled. “Good, ’cause I’m going to give it to you.” His hand tangled with my hair, and he got a good grip on it then went to fucking work. Our bodies clashing together sounded like an old-school beatboxing group. “I love you too, baby. I love you so fucking much. I’m glad I trapped you ’cause you not going nowhere now. You belong to me, Adora. You’re mine.”

And the way he was handling my body was proof of everything he’d said. He could own me. He could slut me out. He could have my whole heart. At this point, I could no longer fight it. Everything I tried to keep bottled up exploded all over him, and the world went dark.

“Baby, come here!” I heard Koi call out from somewhere in the front of the house.

I was chilling at home in my man cave while she went out to do her maintenance. I was invited on a brand trip featuring some other artists on the same label as me. Before our marriage, Koi would simply pack my luggage before all my out-of-town appearances. This was the first trip I was bringing her along with me, and I was excited about it.

Setting the remote down, I headed out front, thinking about how good life had been lately. I was allowed to spend more time with Skye, my music sales were going dummy, and my convenient marriage with Koi was becoming less fake and realer than anything else I had to my name. I damn near needed her presence to breathe. After she let me feel her warm, wet, and tight pussy, I was on her ass like a gnat. She couldn’t get away from me even if she tried.

“You cuttin’ up,” I said when I saw her standing there with a ginger weave. She looked so sexy. I almost tripped over my feet trying to get close to her. I kicked her bags out the way, making her laugh. Gripping her chin, I lifted her head to peck her lips. “You look so pretty, baby.” Her rosy cheeks were my favorite color in the whole world. “Did you get everything you wanted for the trip?”

She nodded, doing a little happy dance. “I did. Look at my nails.” I accepted her hand and used it to pull her closer. With my arm wrapped around her waist, I used my other hand to look at her nails. I smirked, seeing the V with a red heart. “You like them?”

I nodded. “I love them, baby. They gon’ hurt so good scratching my back up this weekend.” I knew that pussy was throbbing just thinking about what I could do to it. Making it drool was my favorite film to watch. I licked my lips, wishing her scent was on my top lip right now.

“You wanna see something cool?” she randomly asked me with plump cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes.

I nodded once. “Yeah, I do.” She backed away from me, turned around, and started making her ass cheeks clap. My mouth fell open in awe. I didn’t even know she could shake it like that, but then again, I was reminded of her first girls’ night out when she’d had my blood pressure on cloud nine.