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  He kisses me hard and my body melts when he continues sliding his hand under my skirt. His fingertip touches my panty line and I get a rush of heat, knowing that my crush is so close to my most intimate area.

  “Are you still wet for me?” he growls as he runs his finger over my mound. My back arches and I let out a moan.

  “Yes.”

  “How wet?”

  “Too fucking wet,” I gasp. My heart stops as he slips his fingertip into the band of my panty-line and peels it to the side.

  “Oh, shit,” I wince as I feel him slide his finger up my soaking wet folds. I dig my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating cologne as he plays with my pussy.

  “You’re drenched,” he says with a dark edge to his voice. “Have you been thinking about my big cock?”

  “Yes,” I moan. I never talk like this, but I can’t lie to him.

  His fingertip reaches my clit and he begins to rub it in tight little circles as his arm tightens around my back. My legs spread apart as I melt into him. It feels so good…

  “This pussy is mine,” he says in a low possessive voice. “Do you understand that, Ayana?”

  I nod as he slides his fingers back down my folds and circles my virgin entrance. I love his possessiveness. I love that he wants me to be his. Like I would be anyone else’s… I’ve always been his.

  “This pussy is so tight,” he says with a wince as he dips the tip of his finger inside. His look is full of extreme desire and intense need. He’s breathing so heavily, just like I am. I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

  “Tell me, girl. Are you a virgin?”

  I’m grinding my ass on his hard cock, trying to get him off as he waits for my answer.

  “I waited for you,” I tell him. “I know it sounds silly, but deep down I always knew we belonged together. I always thought this would happen.”

  Look at me, babbling on like an idiot. Shut up, Ayana! You’re going to look like a clingy groupie instead of the cool chick he thinks you are.

  This is just a game to him. I have to remember that.

  He pulls his hands out from between my legs and my clit throbs as I watch him lick my juices clean off his fingers. Seeing him so enraptured with my body, so captivated and transfixed with what I’ve kept hidden from every other man in my life, is staggering me. The heat is building within me so quickly that I think I might cum from just having his sexy brown eyes on me.

  “It’s happening,” he says as he moves me off his lap and onto the leather seat. “I’m obsessed with you now, girl. Your taste. Your smell. Lean back, I want more.”

  I lean back against the seat with every nerve ending in my body stirring as he grabs my wet panties and starts sliding them down my thighs. I lift my ass up to help him out and I still can’t believe it’s him as he guides them off my ankles.

  I’m in awe. I’m in shock. My body has taken over. The carnal desires have overridden my conscious brain and they’re letting DeMarcus do whatever he wants.

  “Pull up your skirt,” he demands. “Let me see that spread cunt.”

  I take the bottom of my new skirt and pull it up, showing him everything. My legs are spread and his heated hungry eyes are locked on my wet pussy as he runs his hand down his face and sighs.

  “Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re so damn beautiful. Spread those lips and let me see how pink you are.”

  I do as he commands and even I’m shocked at how wet I am. My pussy is drenched and my fingers get covered in hot cream as I separate my lips to give him a close-up view of my virgin hole.

  It suddenly hits me how fast we’re moving. I don’t want to just be another one of his girls. I want to be so much more.

  This is fun now, but how’s it going to be tomorrow when he jets off to another city, leaving me behind? How’s it going to be years from now when I’m still in love with him, but he’s forgotten my name?

  “Wait, DeMarcus,” I say as I close my legs.

  He growls and yanks them back open.

  “Don’t do that to me,” he says with panic in his voice. “Please.”

  “I just… I don’t do these kinds of things.”

  He looks into my eyes and I see the aching vulnerability in them. “Neither do I.”

  Yeah, right.

  “I’ve been in love with you since I was nineteen,” I tell him. “But I don’t know you. The real you.”

  “We have a whole lifetime together for you to learn everything,” he says in a soft loving voice. “The good and bad.”

  “So, there is some bad? You’re admitting it?”

  He shakes his head as he comes toward me until our faces are close enough to kiss. “I can be a little jealous.”

  “I don’t mind that,” I say with a smile. I like knowing that I drive my man crazy.

  “A little obsessive too.”

  “A little?” I say with a laugh.

  “Okay, a lot. When I see something I want, I just have to have it. I’m not a man who can be stopped.”

  His long erection is pressed against my spread pussy and all my wetness is making a mess on his pants. He doesn’t seem to care in the least.

  “And do you see something you want?” I ask as he gazes into my eyes.

  He cups my jaw and runs his thumb over my lips. There’s a hungry look in his eyes that’s getting my body to react in a strong way.

  “I do,” he says as he leans in. He kisses me on the lips and then breaks away as he sinks back down.

  I gasp when I feel his strong hands on my inner thighs, digging into my flesh and stretching them apart. His hot breath is tickling my folds, teasing me and making me slide closer to his mouth. Finally, he presses his tongue to my hot sex and I let out a moan that I’m sure the driver can hear.

  He unleashes his ravenous tongue and greedy lips all over me. Through my tingling folds and up to my aching clit, swirling his tongue around it as he tastes me for the second time today. I cry out as his tongue dives back down to my hole, tracing it before plunging it in deep.

  I slide my hand over his head and hold him there as he rocks my world.

  His mouth is everywhere. I open my eyes when he hits the right spot and am shocked to see people walking by the limo. We’re near the airport, stuck in traffic, there are pedestrians walking by, completely oblivious that I’m nearly naked in here with DeMarcus Elba’s tongue in my pussy.

  No… We’re almost there. Almost at the point where we have to get out and walk through the airport. I just want to stay with DeMarcus in here forever. Just the two of us. Just like this…

  His tongue starts moving faster and pushing in deeper as he tries to get me off. Whimpers are coming out louder and louder with every flick of his tongue.

  I feel the heat building. I feel an orgasm coming on.

  He wraps his lips around my clit and teases it with his tongue. That, along with seeing his big muscular frame between my legs is enough to set me off.

  I cum hard.

  The screams and cries come out so loud and they’re utterly uncontrollable as I thrash around on the leather seat. My shaking legs clamp shut around his head as my back arches, and I shiver with the most intense orgasm ever.

  I nearly blackout and everything fades away as the heat takes over. I roughly register DeMarcus sitting back up and moving me around with his big strong powerful hands.

  When I regain consciousness, I’m in his lap, breathing heavily as my pussy glows in warm satisfaction.

  I pinch my arm, trying to convince myself that this is real. It can’t be.

  Nobody gets this lucky.

  When the dream doesn’t fade away, I rest my cheek on DeMarcus’s chest and smile at the sound of his pounding heart.

  The limo driver turns away from the traffic and heads into the exclusive area for private jet owners only.

  The dream isn’t over yet.

  It’s just getting started…

  An hour later, and we’re in DeMarcus’s private jet.
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  Tre and the rest of his crew are up front and forbidden to turn around and look at us. DeMarcus wanted to send them to Miami on a commercial flight, but I convinced him to let them come too. I don’t want his whole crew to hate me. I want them to help me out in locking down this hip hop god.

  We’re sipping on champagne as the sun sets in the distance. It’s perfect.

  As fun as it is to be alone with DeMarcus, this is nice too. We’re talking and getting to know each other. I was fangirling out at first, but now he’s got me all calm and relaxed. He’s got that smooth way about him that puts me at ease. I’m just being myself.

  He’s telling me all about his record label and how much it means to him.

  “It’s been my lifelong dream,” he says. I can see how important it is to him when he talks. It just makes me even more dedicated to work my ass off and give him the perfect launch.

  “I’ll do everything I can to help you out,” I tell him.

  He clinks his glass with mine. “You already did so much.”

  I smile as I look up at him. DeMarcus freaking Elba!

  “I’m leaving it in your hands,” he says as he watches me. “I trust you, Ayana.”

  I gulp as my eyes drop down to his thick tattooed arm.

  I really hope I don’t let him down.

  Chapter Six

  Ayana

  The entire arena is going crazy and at the center of it all is No-Bility. DeMarcus puts on a hell of a show and I’m on the side of the stage, watching it with the best seat in the house.

  My favorite songs are blasting through the giant speakers and I can feel the bass vibrating through my body as I sing along with twenty-five thousand other people.

  He turns and looks at me every few seconds, just to make sure I’m still here. I can’t help but smile every time I see the tenseness fade from his body whenever he makes eye contact with me.

  The crowd is singing along and dancing in the aisles. Everyone is having a great time. DeMarcus knows how to control a crowd and he’s getting them all riled up and crazy as they throw their hands in the air and dance to Tongue Slider, his latest hit.

  I smile when I see a bouncer grabbing a girl who’s rushing the stage. She’s screaming as she reaches out to try and touch the man who had his arms wrapped around me only a little while ago.

  I still can’t believe he’s into me. I feel like the most special girl in the entire world.

  Don’t be stupid, girl…

  I keep having to remind myself that it’s just a little bit of fun that won’t last. This is not permanent.

  I’m so absorbed in the show that I don’t notice Tre walking up beside me until he bumps me with his elbow. I smile up at him and he gives me a tense smile back.

  The song finishes and DeMarcus starts talking to the crowd, telling them how hard they party here in Miami. They’re eating it up.

  Tre leans down into my ear. “What are your intentions with my boy?” he asks.

  “My intentions?” I repeat with a laugh. “What do you mean? This is just a little bit of fun. Isn’t it?”

  I’m laughing, but he’s not. He looks totally serious as he stares down at me like a protective father grilling his daughter’s prom date.

  “I’ve known DeMarcus my whole life. We shared cribs, backyard tents, apartments. I know this guy better than he knows himself. And I’ve never seen him like this.”

  I get chills all over. “Like what?”

  “So… taken with a girl. He’s already obsessed with you.”

  “He is?” My chest tightens as I look at DeMarcus as he struts across the stage, calling to the people in the cheap seats.

  “He wants you,” Tre continues. “And once DeMarcus wants something, there’s nobody in the world that can stop him from getting it.”

  His words are swirling through my head, making me all lightheaded and giddy.

  “So,” he says, watching me closely. “What are your intentions with my boy?”

  I’m looking up at him, wondering what my intentions are, when all of a sudden the spotlight is on me and DeMarcus is grabbing my wrist.

  “What? No!” I say, starting to panic as he pulls me onto the stage. He’s so strong and that grip is like cement. I have no choice but to go onto the stage where twenty-five thousand pairs of eyes are on me.

  “This is my girl,” DeMarcus booms into the microphone. “Ayana Lockett, soon to be Ayana Elba.”

  The crowd erupts in cheers and a smile comes to my blushing cheeks. They’re cheering for me. For us. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world.

  I wave to them and the cheering gets louder. I glance back at Tre who’s watching me with an uneasy look on his face.

  He has nothing to worry about. My intentions with DeMarcus are that I want it all with him as well. Marriage, babies, love until we’re gray and wrinkly. I’ll be anything that he needs and everything that he deserves.

  I’ll be the girl to DeMarcus that Tre is hoping I will be.

  “This one is called Queen of the Aftermath,” he shouts into the mic and the whole place explodes. I’m screaming too as the music starts and No-Bility takes over.

  I’m dancing my ass off on the stage as he circles me, rapping and never taking his eyes off my sweating gyrating body. His hands are all over me as the crowd goes crazy for us.

  This is the best night of my life.

  I never thought I’d be someone under the spotlights like this, but I kinda like it.

  Maybe this can be more than just a one-night thing.

  Maybe it can last…

  I’ll find that out later, but for now, I’m just going to have fun with the man I love.

  A few hours of dancing, drinking, partying, and getting the star treatment like I’m some kind of royal princess later, DeMarcus and I are making out as we crash into his hotel room. It’s the penthouse suite, of course, and there’s a vast view of the dark ocean, which I’m sure is going to be stunning in the morning.

  If I’m still here to see it…

  Maybe he kicks out his girls after he’s done with them so he can sleep alone.

  He presses me up against the wall as he kicks the door closed. His hands are up my shirt and under my bra, squeezing my breasts as he kisses my neck. I’m already breathing hard and am so wet as he pushes his long hard cock against my stomach.

  “Mmmm,” I moan when I feel how hard he is for me.

  “I love those sexy moans,” he growls as he runs his thumb over my hard tingling nipple. “Wait until I get you on that bed. They’ll be hearing you moan across the ocean.”

  My body shivers as I look up at him. He’s massive. This man towers over me and makes me feel so small and vulnerable. Vulnerable but safe.

  I’ve never been around a man like him before. The power and dominance radiate off him and engulfs me in a cocoon of protectiveness.

  Something in the way he looks at me, in the way his possessive hands grip me—it tells me that I’ll always be safe with him. That he’ll do anything to protect me, anything to keep me safe, fulfilled, and happy.

  His hand slides up my back and grips my hair. He tugs my head back and my mouth opens with a little gasp.

  “Fuck,” he winces as he looks at my parted lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, girl.”

  He kisses me hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as his grip tightens on my hair. I love that I can make this rough, powerful man weak and helpless for me. It almost feels as good as his tongue.

  My heart is hammering as he spins me around and rubs his hard cock against my ass. I press back into him, moaning as I’m pushed up against the wall.

  I’m so wet. Feeling his strength makes me crave him between my legs again, especially when he grabs my skirt and yanks it up. My pussy is throbbing and aching with need.

  My body is overheating and I can’t think straight as his hand slides into my panties and touches my sex.

  Every part of me shudders when his finger hits my engorged clit. It
’s like fire and lightning shooting through my body and I let out a deep moan.

  “I’ve been thinking of this sweet pussy all day,” he growls into my ear. “During my show, I didn’t think of anything else. I didn’t see any of those people… all I could think about was this.”

  I’m falling to pieces as he rubs me and slides his hands through my wet tingling folds. He’s holding me up, pressing me against the wall as I grind my ass against his hard cock. I reach back and he grunts when I touch it. He’s so fucking hard. He’s so fucking big.

  I want to feel him deep inside me, stretching me, filling me… He slips a finger inside and stops when he feels my hymen pressing against his fingertip.

  “I knew this pussy was virgin tight,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ve been a good girl. Until you met me.”

  “I only wanted you,” I moan back as I roll my hips on his hand. “I didn’t want anyone else, DeMarcus. I know it’s crazy but it’s true.”

  “No,” he says as he presses the base of his palm against my aching clit, driving me wild. “It means we were meant to be. What’s crazy is that I’m a virgin too.”

  I don’t believe him at first, but why would he lie?

  “You don’t have to say that,” I whisper with my eyes closed and my forehead pressed against the wall. “I know what it’s like for guys like you. Any girl you want, at any time.”

  He grabs my chin with a firm grip and turns my face until I’m looking into his eyes. They’re stone-cold, honest, severe, serious. “Never,” he says and I believe him. “I’ve never had a girl. I’ve seen how girls get in the way of goals and I wouldn’t have it. Until the right girl, the girl that will help instead of hinder. That would push me instead of pull me back.”

  “And I’m that girl for you?” I desperately want to be that girl for him.

  “I want to give you the world, Ayana. I want to give you everything you deserve.”

  “I only want you.”

  He pushes me back up against the wall and yanks down my wet panties. “And you’re going to get me. All of me.”

  I step out of my panties when they hit my ankles and spread my trembling legs further apart. He pulls my skirt up with his hands and my whole lower half is exposed to him. I can feel the cool air tingling on my wet sex.