Page 18 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

I kissed him again, rolling my hips against him as I pulled his shorts down just enough to free him. His dick throbbed against my palm, thick and heavy, and the groan he let out when I wrapped my fingers around him sent a shiver straight down my spine.

I kissed my way down his jaw to his throat, sliding off his lap and onto my knees in front of the sofa. His legs spread wider and his eyes narrowed when I pushed my hands between them and kissed the inside of his thigh.

“Baylyn,” he warned with his voice strained.

I licked my lips and my eyes locked on his as I leaned in, dragging my tongue along the thickness of his dick.

His head tipped back against the sofa and a low groan rumbled deep in his chest.

I grinned and did it again, this time wrapping my lips around the head, sucking lightly before taking him deeper.

His fingers eased into my hair. His breaths turned uneven and ragged as I worked him with my mouth, letting my tongue swirl and my lips glide up and down his dick while my hands stroked the length of what I couldn’t completely wrap around.

“Fuck,” he growled while his abs tightened. “Yeah, do that shit.”

I hummed in response and took him deeper, loving the way his thighs tensed and his grip on my hair tightened like he was barely holding on.

When I pulled back to catch my breath and he slipped from my lips and slapped back against his abs, his eyes were lowered and narrowed while locked onto mine. “Come here.”

I barely had a second to react before his hands lowered and gripped my waist, lifting me, pulling me back onto his lap. His mouth caught mine in a heated kiss and with one swift motion, he yanked my panties to the side, lined himself up, sank inside me when he brought me down hard.

I gasped against his lips and my nails dug into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching my pussy.

“Damn,” I breathed when my forehead dropped to his shoulder.

His hands gripped my ass, holding me still as he pulsed inside of me, his control barely hanging on. “You good?”

I lifted my hips and sank back down, rocking against him slow and deep.

His groaned his approval. “Fuck...”

I did it again, finding a rhythm, grinding hard, dragging out every ounce of pleasure. His fingers dug into my skin, his muscles tight beneath me as I took control, riding him, slow and deep, needing the friction.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his hands guiding my movements, his lips brushing my mouth.

I clenched around him, dragging a groan from his lips.

Then he snapped. His grip tightened, and in a second, he had me on my back against the couch, his body pressed me into the cushions as he drove into me hard with each thrust stealing my breath.

I groaned and wrapped my legs around him, pressing into his back.

“You wanted this dick?” His voice was rough, strained. “Wanted me to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

His hand slipped between us and his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing tight circles and I shattered.

Pleasure crashed through me. My back arched and my nails dug into his skin as I came.

He cursed and thrusted harder, over and over again until he groaned low in his throat with his hips jerking as he found his own release, spilling inside of me.

We stayed there, breathless, tangled and enjoying the moment. I trailed my fingers over his back while his lips brushed my temple. “Still think you’re winning?”

I smiled, breathless. “Yeah, the dick was my prize.”

“Yo’ ass is just as fucking arrogant.”

“Yep, gotta match my man’s fly.”

“Damn straight.” He kissed me again and dropped his forehead to mine. “You really got me fucked up but I’m here for it.”

The sun was bright as hell, challenging my eyelids but I refused to open them just yet.

My body was still warm and tingly from last night. My limbs were loose and my muscles were relaxed. Good sex . I stretched and groaned from the soreness as I rolled onto my side. My fingers instinctively moved to the empty space next to me.

Emir had left hours ago, but his presence still lingered in the room, in the sheets, in my body, and in my mind.

My phone vibrated on the nightstand and I reached for it lazily, already knowing who it was before I even looked.

Emir: You sleep good, beautiful?

I bit my lip and a smile crept onto my face as I read the message.

Me: Maybe. Can’t say I got much sleep, though.

His reply came almost instantly.

Emir: Damn. That’s crazy. Wonder why that is…

My smile widened.

Me: My man was here and he took care of me.

Emir: He would have taken care of you this morning but your ass wouldn’t cooperate.

I grinned and didn’t respond, but I knew he was right. I was too exhausted, too sore, so he kissed me, showered, then left.

Before I could get sucked into texting him all morning, I sat up and threw the covers off. My schedule was light today, and I could work remotely, so I had plans that didn’t include staying in bed all day thinking about last night, even though my body was still humming from the way he handled me.

I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to Rachelle.

Me: I’m coming over. Get dressed. We’re having a girls' day.

She didn’t even take a full minute to respond.

Rachelle: Uhhh. Excuse me? You, voluntarily taking a day off? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?

Me: Friend, just get dressed.

Rachelle: Ooooh, you got some tea. I can feel it. On my way to shower now.

I shook my head, already knowing she was going to grill me the second I stepped into her place.

Rachelle’s apartment wasn’t far from mine and the second I walked in I found her lounging on the couch, legs tucked, wearing an oversized hoodie and a bonnet, drinking coffee like we didn’t have plans.

Her eyes lifted when she saw me, but instead of greeting me normally, she immediately squinted.

“You look weird.”

I paused, frowning. “Excuse me?”

She set her mug down and faced me fully, pointing like I was a suspect. “No, seriously. You look suspiciously happy. What’s going on?”

I sighed, already knowing this was about to turn into a whole thing. I dropped onto the sofa beside her and grabbed the throw pillow, hugging it against my chest.

“Okay. Don’t freak out.”

Her brows shot up. “Baylyn, that is literally the fastest way to make me freak out. What the hell happened?”

I bit my lip, hesitating, then just ripped off the Band-Aid. “You remember the guy I told you about. The persistent one who I thought was keeping things from me?”

The way her eyes narrowed meant she remembered so I rushed the rest out. “Emir and I have been seeing each other.”

Silence.

Rachelle blinked and sat up so fast the couch shifted.

“I’m sorry, what?”

I avoided her narrowed stare. “We’ve been seeing each other.”

She gasped so dramatically I thought she might pass out. “Baylyn Andrews. What the actual fu?—”

I threw the pillow at her face before she could finish.

She snatched it mid-air, glaring. “No, friend. This is not what you told me last time! You said, and I quote, ‘he’s nothing serious,’ ‘it’s not even like that,’ ‘he’s just a guy.”

I winced. “Okay, in my defense… I wasn’t sure what it was at the time.”

“And now you are?”

“I mean, kind of? I don’t know.”

“Oh my God.” She stood up like she needed to physically process this information. “How long has this been going on?”

I chewed my lip. “A little while but not long.”

She frowned again. “And you didn’t tell me?”

I groaned, sinking against the sofa. “Because I didn’t know what it was! I didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that might not even be a thing.”

Rachelle put a hand on her chest like I had personally betrayed her.

“So you just let me run my mouth all this time, talking about how men ain’t shit, he’s probably hiding a whole wife and kids, and how he’s probably the devil, while you were out here low-key fucking him?

Because let’s be clear, when I said you look weird, I meant you look thoroughly fucked. I know that look, Bay.”

I laughed hard.

“It’s not like that.”

She folded her arms. “It’s definitely like that but tell me your version because it’s something.”

I hesitated. “It’s…complicated.”

Rachelle stared at me. “Baylyn.”

I groaned. “I like him, okay? That’s the problem and I like his dick even more.”

I grinned and her mouth fell open. “Wow.”

“Stop.”

“Nope, not stopping because this is a problem.”

I hid my face behind my hands. “I knew you were going to do this.”

Rachelle sat down next to me again, grabbing my wrists and yanking my hands down. “You like him and love his dick?”

I sighed, defeated. “Yes.”

A devious smile spread across her face. “And when exactly did you figure that out?”

I huffed, pulling my wrists free. “Last night…and this morning.”

“Oh, friend. This is he fucked me good talk. You like the dick not him.”

I groaned again. “Do not start?—”

She grabbed her coffee grinning. “So y’all finally fucked and now you’re all in your feelings…?”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate you and yes.”

“You don’t hate me, boo.” She practically jumped in her seat. “Oh my God, you were just talking about how you didn’t even know if you liked him like that, and now this? What the hell happened last night?”

I sighed dramatically, knowing there was no way out of this.

“It was…” I hesitated and my body blazed just thinking about it. “I have no words.”

Her jaw dropped.

She smacked my thigh so hard I almost choked on air.

“Yesssss. That’s what I’m talking about! That man must have been packing something dangerous.”

I threw my head back, laughing. “Shut up.”

“I cannot believe this. You’ve been running around acting all nonchalant, and meanwhile, Emir got you out here glowing.”

“I am not glowing.”

“You are.” She grabbed her phone. “I need a picture of this moment. I want proof for later when you try to act like this didn’t happen.”

“Rachelle—”

She ignored me, typing something. “Also, I need to text Mariah, because we bet that you were gonna fold.”