on her pussy.
The instant my tongue touched her pierced clit again, she exploded in a tangle of trembles. My name spilled over her full lips. I soaked it all in while I watched from her pussy. I was relentless, still holding suction on her sensitive nub while she came. I only let go when tears streaked her cheeks.
“Is my face wet?” I asked her. Her heavy lids were half-closed when she looked at me. “Open those pretty eyes, Xari.”
“Yes, it’s wet,” she said. “I want to taste.” The wicked gleam in her espresso pools made my cock twitch. I pressed my mouth to hers and her hungry tongue slicked across my lips, tasting herself. She moaned at the delicate sweetness.
While she sucked my lips clean, I slid my cock along her slit. Every time we connected, she jolted. She was so hot and wet. If I kept sliding against her like that, I was going to bust a nut all over her stomach.
“Evander, please fuck me,” she begged. I didn’t need to hear it twice. I slipped into her easily because she was so fucking slick.
The headboard clapped against the wall while I drove into her. She wrapped around me so tightly I had to shut my eyes just to focus on making her come before I exploded.
“Fuck, Xari. Your pussy feels so good.” I dropped my forehead to hers and hammered into her deep and hard, forcing the headboard to applaud us. Her nails scraped against my skin the more inches I fed her needy pussy.
Nasty, explicit moans kissed my ears while her walls squeezed around my girth. “You’re going to fucking kill me,” she groaned as I pulled out to tap my shiny cock against her clit. The wet noises coming from between her thighs made goosebumps fan out on my skin.
“From pleasure or from this big dick splitting you in half?” I asked, easing the tip into her sensitive entrance.
“Both,” she cried, lifting her hips to meet me. We kissed while I plunged inside again. I devoured those sweet sugar-coated moans until Xari’s body went stiff with an impending orgasm.
My lips and teeth found her neck and she shattered like a pane of glass. “Goddammit, Xari,” I groaned. She came so hard that I came right behind her. We both fell to pieces while we let go.
“I love you, Evander,” she cried while I pulsed inside of her.
“I love you too,” I breathed, kissing her forehead. Her sweat and pussy juices mixed on my lips. It was her perfect essence. It danced on my tongue like a story of sex, love, and whiskey.
I knew after that I’d never let go of her.
She was my match.
My flame.
She was the iron in my blood. The wetness in my mouth. The dreams threading through the fabric of my sleep.
I was hooked.
I was in love.
…
TWENTY
I was never nervous about playing the harp for people but knowing I was getting ready to play at my first paid gig had me on edge. It wasn’t the fear of transporting Sunshine because she was already delivered and in place, waiting for me.
I was scared I’d fuck up some kind of way. I was good at fucking up when it came to practical application. I’d never messed up during a performance before but that was when playing the harp was only a passion. Now, I was playing for money.
I had bills to pay and debt to work down. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud of me and show them that I was growing up no matter how abrupt the timeline. I wanted to apologize to them for being annoying an oblivious at first.
All my emotions were tied to playing at the Philips’s wedding. I paced the floor in my hotel suite trying to wring my hands out and let the nerves drain through my fingertips. The rest of the payment from the Phillips would help me put a nice amount of money on my credit card and it would take care of my car note for a couple of months. I’d never paid a bill in advance so I was excited.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror with my palm pressed flat to my stomach. “You can do this, Xari. It’s just like the recitals and performances you’ve been doing your entire life.” I stared into my own dark eyes and pushed out a shaky breath. I’d performed on TV before for talk show hosts and news anchors. I could play at