Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (13 page)

“I said”—he squeezes my ass—“I love this fat, juicy ass.”

“Mmm.” My pussy is soaked in juices. “I thought that's what you said. Now back to my question. Will you suck a dick with me?”

He smiles that lopsided smile of his, flashing his dimples. The smile that lets me know nothing else needs to be said. My wish will be fulfilled.

A soft moan slips out of me as he gently squeezes my left nipple, then my right. “You're going to make me late to the office,” I whisper, allowing him to undo my blouse with his free hand. Of course I have no intentions of ever putting up much of a fight where Marcel and sex is concerned. My Scorpion blood runs hot for him. Always hot. Always ready. Marcel's other hand is now up my skirt, his fingers skimming along my pussy lips.

And I am wet. So very wet. My panties are a sodden mess.

Marcel pushes two fingers into me until they can't go any deeper. “Damn, baby, you so fuckin' hot.
Putain tellement humide pour moi.
” Pleasure ignites all through me as he tells me how fucking wet I am for him. The feral look in his eyes tells me he is going to fuck me deep and good.

The sharp scent of my overheating pussy slowly seeps out from beneath my skirt, revealing my hungry need.

“You might wanna call the office ‘n' tell 'em ya man's got you runnin' late.” Marcel pulls his dick up and over the waistband of his boxers. “I don't need much time.” He leans in. His tongue dips into my mouth again. The thought of him sucking another man's dick with me causes a deep, throbbing ache to pound inside my flaming cunt.

I am a wildfire.

My skirt hiked up over my hips. My panties and pussy soggy with lust, Marcel lifts me up and carries me over to the island counter where dozens of stainless steel pots are strung high over it, setting me up on it.

He nips at my ear, then whispers,
“Je veux te baiser profound dans ta chatte, bébé.”

Something
fuck
. Something
pussy
. Something
you
. Whatever it is, it causes shivers to dart through me. “W-w-what did you say?” I ask, panting. “You know it drives me wild when you speak in French, Marcel. Stop teasing me.”

“I'm not teasing you, baby.” He kisses the left side of my neck, then the right side. “I said…I want…to fuck…you…”—more kisses—“deep…in…your pussy, baby…”

“Then fuck me,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

My mouth finds his and my tongue delves deep into the warm, wet space between his lips as he pinches my clit just enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, and keep me there. I know he can see the rapacious hunger in my eyes staring into his.

Marcel does this to me. Always.

“Mmm.” Marcel moans, pulling his fingers out of me and sliding them into my mouth as he inches the head of his dick into my slit. I suck his fingers as if I'm sucking his dick as he pushes it in. I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. “I'm about to stretch this pussy open.”

I stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming as my orgasm slams into me as Marcel pushes his dick further into me. Slowly. Purposefully. His hips move steady. His dick pulls out. Then slides back in. Pulls out. Slides back in. Pulls out. Slides back in. Four inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches…

“Ooh, oooh, oooooh…yes, baby…fuck me like that. Mmm…”

He pulls all the way out to the tip. Fucks the mouth of my pussy with the thick mushroom head of his dick. Then slides back in. Nine inches, ten inches…

I am peaking. Urging Marcel on through hissed breath as he stuffs more of his dick inside of me. I arch into the burning heat, throwing my head back.

“Whose dick you fuckin', huh, baby?”

“It's mine,” I push out. My breath catches in the back of my throat. “Alllll…mmm…your dick is mine…uhh…”

“Yeah, that's right, baby. This's your dick. C'mon nut on your dick, baby…”

Nails digging into his flesh, I moan. Fight to keep my eyes from rolling up in the back of my head. “Fuck. Oooh, fuuuuck!”

“That's right. Let that nut go. Give Daddy that pussy, baby…”

Hot nectar sprays out of my slit each time Marcel pushes in, then pulls out. Pushes in, then pulls out. He is fucking into my cunt. Fucking into my G-spot. Fucking an orgasm out of me. Fucking me over and over and over.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…yesyesyesyesyesyessss…”

Marcel now has about eleven inches of his dick inside of me now, slowly rolling his hips, gliding his dick in and out of me.
“Mmmm…j'adore cette humide. Il fait tellement chaud. Serré…”
He translates as I moan. “Uh, fuck…I love this wet pussy. It's so hot. Tight.”

I gasp.

“Yeah, that's right, baby…nut all over your dick…
donne-moi cette crème douce, bébé.”

I try to decipher what it is he's said. Something
sweet
. Something
cream
.

I come.

And cry out.

And come again.

Marcel

Arianna walks into my office carrying her iPad while holding her iPhone in her hand and says, “J-Smooth is in the conference room with his manager.”

I look up from my computer screen, glancing up at the crystal clock up on the wall. It's eleven a.m. And this muhfucka just shows up here without an appointment. I knew he was bailed out by his manager earlier this morning, but I didn't know he was gonna show his ass here. Then again, I'm not surprised. But I'm not beat to deal with his ass until I hear back from our attorney.

“He knows he doesn't have an appointment, but his manager says they've been trying to reach you all morning.”

“Yeah, fuck 'im,” I say, getting up from my desk and walking over to the huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Times Square. “I've been iggin' their asses. Let 'em sit. And wait.” I take in the ridiculously amazing view, which includes several large billboards of advertisements—one of them being Carlos's ass posing in his damn drawz. It's like the muhfucka's gazing back at me smirking ‘n' shit.

I shake my head and then turn to look at Arianna. “I need for you to get Lance Green on the line.”

Lance is another one of my frat brothers and also my attorney. I'd already put a call into him while I was out in L.A.; now it was time to follow-up with my plan of axing J-Smooth's ass.

Arianna walks out of my office. A few minutes later, she buzzes and tells me Lance is on line two.

“Yo, Lance, my dude…tell me something good. Can I drop this muhfucka J-Smooth or what? This muhfucka's bad-boy-rebellious image is becoming a PR nightmare. Turning up in clubs ‘n' shit is one thing, but this shit with him slashing tires ‘n' tryna knock his girl's eye sockets out is shit I ain't cosigning. And that's some real shit, feel me?”

“I hear you, man. But perhaps we should hang tight to see how it all pans out in court before we drop him. He hasn't been convicted of any wrongdoing as far as the domestic violence case goes.”

All morning long, J-Smooth's name has been rolling off the tongues of radio personalities and the damn social media bloggers have been dragging his dumb ass. And it hasn't helped matters that Elena's camp released a statement pretty much saying the shit she's alleging is true. Somehow photos of her Benz slumped to one side where J-Smooth allegedly flattened two of her tires was leaked over the Internet.

“Nah, fuck that. Wait hell. You know like I do, whether he's found guilty or not, that doesn't mean the muhfucka didn't do the shit. I'm done with his ass. Let him take that ratchet shit on over to some other label. I want him the fuck off mine.”

“All right then. Although the language around the morality clause is vague, it's definitely a bail-out provision, so if you wish to terminate his contract, then so be it.”

“That's all I wanna hear. I'll let his manager know effective today, he's been dropped.” I end the call, then buzz Arianna. “You can tell them muhfuckas they can come back this afternoon. At four.”

A few seconds later, she buzzes me back.

“Yeah?”

“Umm, you have a call on line one. The caller refused to give me her name.”

I frown. “Did she say what she wanted?”

“No. When I told her you were busy, she simply stated she'd stay on the line and wait until you were available. And she didn't care how long it'd take.”

Probably some thirsty wannabe songstress tryna bum rush her way into a studio audition.
“Aiight. No worries. I got it.” I disconnect from her and pick up line one. “Mar
Sell
Kennedy speaking,” I say, leaning back in my executive chair.

“Ooh, I couldn't wait until Thursday,” a sultry voice coos into the phone. “I needed to hear your panty-soaking voice today. I wanna suck the nut out your dick.”

“Oh, word?” I say, tryna figure out the voice on the other end of the line. There's a hint of a Spanish accent. “Who am I speaking to?”

“Te preocupes, papi.
I'm not a stalker or anything.”

“Yo, so do I know you? Have we met?”

“No. But I
feel
like I
know
you. For almost four years you've been my fantasy boo.
El hombre me jodido yo escuchando. Quiero follar mi coño. Quiero que me folles.”

I swallow, feeling a slight stir in my drawz. I don't know what the fuck she just said. But whatever it is got my balls starting to heat.

“Yo, hold up,
mami
, my Spanish is mad rusty, so you gonna have to translate that sexy shit you spittin'.”

“Ooh, no worries,
papi
. I said you're the man I've fucked myself listening to on the radio for the last four years. I want you”—she lowers her voice to almost a whisper—“to
fuck
…me.”

I lean up in my seat. Press my legs together. She's not the first chick to come at me like this. Hell, there's always some chick offering up midday and late night propositions and wet panties, or sending me videos of them playing in their pussies, so I'm used to it. Still, there's something different about this chick. I don't know if it's that sexy lil' accent, or what. All I know is, my muthafuckin' dick is starting to stretch.

And, on some real shit, she's lucky I'm a faithful muhfucka or I'd be calling her bluff. Word is bond. I'd be telling her to come through so I can rock her fuckin' drawz off. I'd have her leaving up outta here on her knees, feeling around on the floor tryna find her way outta here.

“Yo, dig, baby. I 'preciate you hitting me up, but I'ma need to bang on you, feel me? You can't call here comin' at me talkin' that sexy shit.”

She giggles. “I can't help myself.
Te quiero, papi. Tu voz hace que mi coño tan mojado.” Motherfuck! Shit!
Hearing that shit causes sparks to shoot up through my balls. “And in case you're wondering what I just said,” she says, turning up her accent. “I want you,
papi.
Your voice makes my pussy so wet.”

And then she hangs up, leaving me sitting here at my desk with my balls bubblin' and dick harder than muhfuckin' granite.

•  •  •

Later that evening, I'm stepping outta the master bath with a towel wrapped around my waist and beads of water still sliding down my bare chest. I walk into the bedroom and find Marika sitting up propped up in bed looking sexy as fuck in a red teddy with a glass of wine in one hand, her iPad in the other. She looks up from her screen and smiles, brushing a strand of fallen hair from outta her face.

I wink at her, grinning. “Yo, I forgot to tell you that some lil' hot-in-the-ass broad called up at the office today, talking some real sexy shit in Spanish to me. Talkin' about she wanted me to fuck her. And how she's been fucking herself listening to me on the radio for the last four years or some shit like that.”

She shakes her head. “What else is new? The thirst is real. It's the price I pay for marrying one of the most sexiest men alive.”

I grin, flexing my chest muscles. “Yeah, no doubt. But the crazy shit is, when she hung up, my dick was hard a fuck.”

She gives me an amused look, taking a slow sip of her drink. “Isn't that something? Do you at least know what she looks like?”

“Nah. But her voice was mad sexy.” I furrow my brow as realization dawns on me as to where I'd mighta heard her voice before. “Damn. I knew her voice sounded familiar. I think she's the same chick that called up to the radio show last week.”

“Who? Not that loudmouth chick with the twenty kids who kept calling you some sugar boo, or whatever that mess was?”

I frown. “Oh you got jokes, huh? Hell nah. Not that ratchet-ass broad. The chick who said she wanted to borrow me for the night, and you could come along as my chaperone.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, that one. Miss Anonymous.”

I nod. “I can't be for certain, but it def sounded almost like her.”

“Well I'm not going to pretend that she didn't have a nice voice, because she did. I'd love to see what she looks like.”

I chuckle, walking back into the bathroom. “She's probably got a face like an orangutan.”

“Mmph. Or has hair on her back.” We both start laughing. “If she calls in again, tell her to send you one of her selfies. And a snapshot of her snatch.”

I laugh. “You so nasty, baby. But, yo, I just might.”

She gives me a sly grin. “And if she has a big clit and fat pussy, I might show you just how nasty your baby can be.”

I chuckle, heading back into the bathroom. “Oh, I know how my baby gets down. But watching you turns me the fuck on.”

I turn the faucet water on and brush my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. All I see is a fine, sexy, black muhfucka staring back at me. I wink at myself. Then rinse my mouth out.