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CHAPTER EIGHT

CHANEL

L ooking in the mirror, I needed to figure this out. Was I going to do this? I really wanted to, and I felt like I needed to. I couldn’t stay in his very clean bathroom forever. I had to make a decision, and that decision had to be final. First, I should text Morgan to let someone know where I was. It was a precaution. I didn’t think Zand was going to do anything to me, but letting someone know my whereabouts had become a habit.

I gave her a quick text stating my location and whom I was with. I let her know I would call or text her tomorrow. I decided it might be a good idea to pee after the two margaritas I had at The Castle. I had more urine than I thought. I wet some toilet paper and made sure I wiped really well. I usually kept my pubic hair low and now I was almost bare thanks to the close shave I gave myself yesterday.

I removed my pantyliner from my thong panties. I wrapped the liner up in toilet paper and tossed it in the wastebasket. After flushing and washing my hands in hot water, I was brave enough to go face Zand, Mr. Valentine, also known to me as Mr. Vampire. There was no turning back now. There was no reason to pretend or play hard to get. I wanted this man to blow my back out.

The thought occurred to me that maybe he didn’t even want to have sex with me. It seemed stupid because he gave every indication that he wanted to get some of this pussy. But my insecurities started to surface. Maybe I was being presumptuous. No, I wasn’t. The way he held me, he let me know he wanted to do this.

I was a bad bitch, and he had one-night stands all the time. The invite into his apartment was automatically an invitation for sex. It had to be. He owned a nightclub. He was extremely private. This was his M.O. He brought women back to his house for his hanky and his panky.

Sex with him wouldn’t harm me one bit. I didn’t even know him well enough to like him or dislike him. If the sex was terrible, I could just act like it had never happened. I’m sure he would do the same. Those other women seemed to like it the way they strutted out of the apartment complex in the early morning.

I walked back into the living room. Zand was standing there, looking good enough to ride in reverse cowgirl. He removed his leather jacket, and his arm muscles were on full display. I thought about it, going down. But there was no way I was being a head doctor tonight. I was going to keep my mouth off his dick, no matter how badly I wanted to suck it. Cause I didn’t know this man and I’m going to keep my inner hooker to a minimum.

He held a glass of wine in his hand and promptly raised it to his lips. After swallowing the wine down, he smiled at me. “Hey. You good?”

I shook my head. “Yeah, I’m good.” Good and nervous.

“Do you want wine? I didn’t pour you one. I wasn’t sure if you were still drinking tonight.”

“Yeah, I could go for one more.”

“Red, white? ”

“White.” I picked white because I didn’t want to get a headache. If I was going to be brave enough to have sex, I didn’t want to get a headache while it was happening.

Zand walked over to the kitchen island. There was an empty glass on the tabletop. He reached behind him and grabbed a fresh bottle of white wine from the other bottles that were perfectly lined under the cabinets. I watched his biceps flex as he twisted the corkscrew to remove the cork and poured the wine into my glass.

He strolled over and handed the empty glass to me. Zand had swag. I was just noticing it, and his smooth movements charmed me. I wondered how his sex game would be. I was excited that I would soon find out. I wagered in my head rather he would be good in the sack. There was absolutely no way to tell, but the women who came before me seemed to be satisfied. They all seemed pleased while doing their walk of shame. It’s my turn, but there’s no shame in my game.

That Bailey chick was all smiles when she entered the laundry room the next morning after sex with Zand. I wanted that smile, and tonight was the night. I never slept with a man I barely knew, but I was in a new city and trying to make a new life for myself. I wanted to do something daring and adventurous. I needed to do something out of character, and riding Mr. Vampire’s dick could be just that thing.

“So, you’re new in town?” His deep voice took me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, I’ve been here in Chicago for a few months.”

I watched him as he opened his refrigerator and grabbed an open bottle of red wine. He poured himself a glass. Now I wished I would’ve asked for red. He opened a new bottle of white wine just for me. It was too late. I took another sip from my wine glass.

“How do you like the windy city so far?”

“It’s windy.” I joked. Why was I joking ?

“Yes, and cold, but I like it.” He admitted through a slight grin.

“Do you really walk to and from The Castle?”

“I do.” He tilted the wine to his mouth. I watched as he licked the crimson liquid from his lips. Watching his lips made my heart beat faster.

“Do you have a car?” I asked, just to take my mind off his perfect lips.

“I do. It’s parked out back, in the lot.”

I thought about all the cars in the parking lot behind the apartment complex. “The old black car.”

“Yes, the black vintage sixty-seven hardtop Chevy Impala. That’s my baby.”

“Do you ever drive it?”

“Sometimes. I don’t have anywhere to go. The Castle is within walking distance.”

“Yeah, but that’s a nice, classic car.”

“If you find somewhere to go, I can drive you.”

“You know the city better than me.” I hadn’t even been in Chicago long enough to try a half dozen restaurants.

“That I do.” His crooked smile liquefied my little coochie juice.

“How long have you been in your apartment?” This time I was going to ask questions.

“A few years.”

“Were you born here, you know, in Chicago?”

“No, no, I’m from L.A.”

“Why did you move somewhere with winters?”

“I wanted a fresh start somewhere far away from Los Angeles. Why did you move to Chicago from?—?”

“Minnesota. I needed a fresh start, too.”

“So we have that in common.”

I watched as Zand drank all the red wine from his glass. He placed the glass in the sink and walked around the island and offered me his hand. I took it. He removed the wineglass from my hand with his free hand. He sat the glass behind me on the kitchen island.

He was gazing into my eyes, and I couldn’t look away. He leaned his face close to mine, but he didn’t kiss me. He rubbed his nose against mine and pulled back to look at me. Zand leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against mine. He pulled back again to gaze into my soul. His honey-colored eyes had little fragments of orange, or maybe it was red. Whatever the color, it was beautiful. He was really dreamy up close and personal.

What was he up to?

His next move was to brush his lips against mine. The graze turned into a kiss as he gently parted my lips with his tongue. My free hand grabbed hold of his bicep. I needed something to hold on to. My legs felt weak as he probed into my mouth with his powerful tongue. I had no control over what was happening to me. I was somewhere in La-La Land, or that odd Fae world that Sookie Stackhouse would wander off to. His kisses were so magical I couldn’t even imagine what his dick would feel like. Heaven maybe?

Zand pressed his body into mine. I felt the strength of his arms holding me up and moving me backwards. I didn’t know where I was going, but I did know I felt safe.

His lips traced my chin and landed on my neck. His kisses turned into deep, penetrating sucks. He pulled my skin deep into his mouth. His teeth raked my flesh and sent shock waves to my over-saturated pussy. Oh, my God!

My lungs sucked up all the air I could muster without panting too heavily. I could feel my lower lips swell. They wanted out of my wet panties. I peeked my eyes open just enough to notice I was in his bedroom. I didn’t even remember the steps it took to get here.

I quivered when I felt his cool fingers land on the small of my back. He leaned into me, forcing me to sit. I landed on his bed while he stayed attached to my neck as he lowered himself down to the floor.

While on his knees, his hands traced down my legs until he removed my high heels, one at a time. The skill he possessed was undeniable. I needed to get out of this dress. He must have been reading my mind because he slowly pulled my straps down my shoulders. He smoothly wrenched my arms out. He lowered my dress to my waist, enabling my breast to spill out for his viewing pleasure. He detached from me to glance down at my mounds. He smirked with desire and pressed his wet lips into mine. His movements were precise and ritualistic. He knew how to seduce a woman and I was finally that woman. Yay me!

I didn’t care that I was just an infinite number, or a notch in his well-worn belt. I was willing to join the list of booty calls just to see what all the hoopla was about.

His kisses took me away from my boring life, and I didn’t want them to end. His tongue was masterful. If he kept this up, I was going to cream before he touched my hotshot.

His cool fingers traced my collarbone and sent shock waves down my arms. He moved his lips from mine to trace them down my neck.

My nipples pebbled as he blew his breath over them without touching them with his mouth. Although it was torture, I wanted more. I arched my back and leaned toward his mouth. I wanted him to suck me deep into his esophagus.

Zand had other plans. He wanted to tease and torment me endlessly. He wanted to make me ache for him, and this bastard was winning at every turn.

I was cold minutes ago, and now I was boiling with desire. I was hot and bothered. I burned with a fever that raced throughout my entire body. I was soaking wet in between my legs without the aid of his member. I wanted him just to put the tip in. I wanted him to give me the release I knew I deserved. How could I want this stranger so badly?

I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached up and roughly raked my hands through his hair. A brazen move, yes, but it was time to see something. I tried to pull his face and body down on top of me. He resisted and shot his eyes at me. He scolded me with his butterscotch orbs. He was too handsome and flawless, and I longed to have that perfection deep inside my soaking wet hole.

My body shivered when he buried his face into the side of my neck. I missed intimacy and wanted this man to recharge my mind and body. I needed him to show me all the things I had missed and could look forward to in the future.

Zand took both of my hands and pulled me to stand. His hands scaled my thighs and pulled my thong panties off. I hadn’t noticed when he had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, but it had already happened. And I was here for it.

He removed my crumpled dress. I stood naked and exposed as he removed his shirt with a swift pull over his head. He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Why? I refused to look down at his package. No, no, no, I was acting like Baba Voss in See. I’m not looking because I didn’t want to change my mind for any reason. A small penis could ruin the entire mood, but somehow I didn’t think he would be a short dick man.

Zand shifted his hand around my frame and pressed his cool body into mine. He lowered me on to the bed, never letting our bodies detach. Oh, baby! He climbed over me and motioned for me to scoot back into the center of the bed. I did just that. I wished the lights were low, but they weren’t, and all I could see was his copper-colored eyes gazing into my soul. He could seduce a nun with those eyes, and I was pretty sure he knew it.

He inclined downward to kiss me. The kiss was quick and deep and left me longing for more. Zand opened my legs with his knees and that’s when I felt him. His manhood grazed the inside of my thigh. This was happening.

Oh! I felt the head of him brush hard against my shaved pussy lips.

I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel the authentic him, but I knew better. This man was a tease. His mouth seized my neck. He licked my skin and sucked hard until his teeth scraped at my flesh. He lowered his body and pushed his pelvis against my lubricated kitty.

“Do you have protection?” I mumbled the question.

He stopped grinding his hard body against mine to cup my face in his hands.

“Protection?” He asked.

“A condom.” I clarified.

His lips curled into the slight smile. “Yes, of course.”

The way he said it gave me pause. What if he said no? My head was in a sex cloud. I was in a weird melancholy haze that made me confused and much too trusting of this here man person. All I knew was I wanted him to fuck me like I stole something. Okay, that isn’t a thing, but I could admit I wasn’t thinking clearly.

“Don’t move.” He whispered in my ear.

I didn’t plan on moving from my very comfortable center spot in his king-size bed. My phantom vampire had hypnotized my limbs. It was so relaxing he was going to probably have to kick me out of this bed before it’s all said and done.

I slowly blinked a few times. I was trying to control my breathing. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted this, this man, his sex, this dick.

I couldn’t see where he got the condom. Evidently, he was a magician. I saw the wrapper when he placed it on the bed beside my head.

Zand lifted my legs so my feet were flat on the mattress. Soon, after my eyes closed, I felt it. Oh, lord!

His tongue licked at my pussy lips. It was a long, luxurious lick that hit me in my spinal cord. Then there was another that landed deeper inside my folds. The third lick was different. His face was buried in between my legs. His tongue had taken up residence inside my sopping wet hole. This was the real deal. He was slamming his tongue against my clit as I squirmed against his face. I was embarrassingly wet and overcome .

His tongue was working me over. This was a treat for a one-night stand. But I didn’t actually know one-night stand protocol. The treatment I was receiving felt special. That could be his intention. Did he treat all his conquests with so much tenderness? I’ll never know. I loved every minute of it. His lips and tongue were working as one orgasmic unit. I could get used to this. I was weak with emotion and an orgasm screaming to leak from my body.

But there was none. His magical mouth was gone from my clit. In a flash, my butt was lifted off the mattress. My legs were draped over both his shoulders and I felt it. A whoosh of air released from my lungs.

“Ohhh!” He slammed his dick inside me without a proper warning. He didn’t inch his way inside. He smashed into my tightness and I choked on my own saliva when he dove deep into my pussy until he couldn’t go any further.

My instincts try to push him off, but he had pressed all his weight into my body, making it impossible to move. I looked through my eyelashes and my knees were on the sides of my cheeks. He rested deep inside me and the pressure forced out a groan from him that vibrated throughout my body.

My hands clawed at the bedsheet. Zand pulled out of me just to ease his way back inside. His movements were slow and steady. His hips angled with precision to elicit the most sincere moans from my lips.

“Ahhh!” He glided in and out of my pussy, only pausing to rub my drenched walls and stir me into a frenzy. His moves were sensuous and calculated. Every subtle thrust was strategically placed to build on the previous one. I was climbing to my peak when he withdrew his dick and dropped my legs onto the bed. I was afraid to open my eyes and look up at him.

As if I weighed nothing, he rolled my body over until I was on my stomach. I drew my arms above my head and waited for his command.

“On your knees. ”

I did as I was told and positioned myself into doggystyle. I shut my eyes tight when he inched his width inside me. He was thick and long and I could feel just how much by the tickle in my throat. He was pounding me deliberately, never moving too fast and never moving too slow. He was hammering just enough to coax breathy moans from my wet lips. It felt too good. I longed to savor this moment, but I knew he had the power to make me gush at his command.

Zand controlled my body as he controlled the bodies of the women that came before me. He didn’t want me to come, and he made sure to bring me right to the brink before pulling his heavy pole out of my choppy waters.

He opened my ass wide and gave a circular thrust into my under-used kitty. He took a huge chunk of my ass in his hand and twisted my skin until it burned. He took both his hands and smashed my ass cheeks together until I covered his dick with my skin.

“Oh, oh!” I yelled out as he hit the spot that was going to knock me out of this universe. This dick felt like the real deal and not that rubbery condom shit. This was different. This sex was making my eyes wet with tears. It felt raw, reckless and wild. My pussy was drooling and so was my mouth.

I couldn’t take this deep penetration any longer. My knees buckled and I screamed. “Ohhhhh! God!” Then my orgasm punched me in the chest and seeped out of my battered pussy.

I felt wetter than before. I felt warm liquid inside of me, but I was sure it was my cream and not Zand’s. He was wearing a condom. The aftershocks rocked my core, and Zand wrapped his arm around my body and held me close to him.

I was too tired to think, so I closed my eyes and opened them when I felt a warm wet cloth wipe the leakage from my ass and pussy. In seconds, I felt a sheet cover my naked body. Zand’s slid behind me. He pressed his body into my backside and his arm draped around me, holding me in a body-hugging embrace.

Being tired after sex was normal. Being awakened with a penis already inside you a little over an hour later was special. I thought the show was over. I was still exhausted from the first time around. I was too weak to throw my pussy back at him. He didn’t need my assistance. He was back inside me again. This time, he was kneading my breast and pinching my nipples as he shoved his member into my pussy while we lay on our sides.

This lazy orgasm made my pussy contract all over his dick. He held me so close in his arms he could break my bones. When he came, he released his firm grip, but not his total hold. He kissed the back of my neck and I was out.

That was until he was inside me again…