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After dinner, we moved to the beach, the warmth of the day finally giving way to a less humid breeze as the sky melted into deep shades of purple and navy. A private firepit flickered between us, casting golden light over the sand, the waves rolling lazily in the distance. Legend sat across from me in a low lounge chair, legs spread, a glass of liquor in one hand and a freshly rolled blunt in the other.

I curled my legs beneath me, my dress shifting against my skin, the lingering sweetness of the decadent chocolate mousse topped with fresh fruit we had for dessert. But even with the perfect scenery, the delicious food, the warmth of the fire, and the lingering buzz of the wine, I was in my head about tomorrow.

Legend took a slow pull from the blunt, exhaling deeply before exhaling. He hit it twice more and then passed it my way as he murmured, “You look deep in thought.”

I took the blunt between my fingers and inhaled slowly, closing my eyes as I exhaled the smoke. “Just… soaking it all in.”

“You always this bad at just being in the moment?”

he teased.

I shot him a mild glare, hitting the blunt once more. I exhaled, passing the blunt back. “I’m just… thinking about how fast this all went by.”

He took another hit, exhaling through his nose before speaking. “It was a damn good time though,”

he said, leaning back, stretching his legs out.

I swallowed, fingertips warm from the lingering smoke, mind even warmer from the Tequila in my glass. I was tipsy as hell and the words just kept falling from my lips. “You don’t ever want more than just… moments?”

I asked, watching the fire flicker.

“More is overrated,”

he said, his voice smooth and unwavering. “People spend their whole lives chasing ‘more’ and miss what’s right in front of them.”

I let that settle between us for a moment, my mind still buzzing, my chest still tight. Because the way he said it was like he had already made peace with my departure.

We barely spoke as we made our way back to his villa, but the air between us was charged, electric, humming with the weight of everything unsaid. The moment we stepped inside his bedroom, Legend’s deep, commanding voice cut through the silence.

“Strip.”

I swallowed, my body instantly reacting, a slow pulse of heat between my thighs as I stared at him from across the room. He stood near the bed, legs spread slightly, hands folding before him, watching me like he was already deciding exactly what he was going to do to me.

I exhaled slowly, my fingers reaching for the thin straps of my dress, sliding them down my shoulders. His gaze never wavered. I let the dress glide over my skin, down my body, pooling at my feet before peeling off my bra and panties.

Legend’s jaw ticked slightly, his chest rising just a bit deeper, his eyes dragging over me. Then, without a word, he began to undress himself, peeling his shirt off first, revealing ridges of muscle, deep bronze skin, inked and sinful. I sucked in a soft breath, heat pooling between my thighs. He smirked, noticing, stepping closer, his fingers unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down with his boxer briefs until he was bare to perfection.

“Follow me,”

he ordered, his voice low, full of promise. I obeyed like a good little slut, trailing behind him as he led me into the bathroom. He turned the water on and soon, the space was steamy and warm, the soft glow of dim lights flickering against the marble walls. “Get in,”

he commanded.

I stepped inside, the hot water instantly drenching my skin, and a second later, Legend was behind me, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, down my back, spreading warm soap over my body. “You always smell so fucking good,”

he said, his voice thick as he massaged the lather into my skin. I exhaled, leaning into his touch, feeling worshiped. But before I could say anything, Legend gripped my chin, tilting my head up toward him.

“You’re thinking again,”

he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw.

“I…”

He pinned me against the shower wall, his eyes locking onto mine. “What did I tell you about fucking thinking so much?”

he smirked, tilting his head slightly.

I swallowed, my body already trembling in anticipation. Then, suddenly, he was on his knees. And before I could even register the shift, his mouth was on me. I gasped, my fingers gripping the wet tile behind me, my body jerking as his tongue slid through the folds of my pussy with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Oh, fuck...”

Legend groaned, deep and hungry, gripping my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he licked, slurped, and sucked. “Mmm, this fucking pussy,”

he muttered against my soaked pussy, his tongue flicking against my swollen clit.

My damn knees threatened to buckle. “Legend, fuuuuck, I…”

“No running,”

he warned, holding me in place, his strong hands gripping my thighs. I squirmed and shrieked but he didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. Didn’t let me breathe. “You take it so good, baby,”

he murmured, licking and teasing before sliding two fingers inside me, curling them just right.

“Legeeeendddd, pleaseeeee…”

“Tell me what you need,”

he commanded, his fingers stroking inside me as his tongue flicked against my clit.

I whimpered, shaking, barely able to form words. “I… I need you,”

I gasped. “I need you to fuck me, please. Fuck, Legend, please…”

Legend smirked, pulling back, and licking his lips. Then, he stood and kissed me deeply, biting my bottom lip as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

And without a second thought, he picked me up and slid me down onto his dick. “Oh, my God…”

I moaned, eyes rolling back as he filled me up, stretching me and burying himself deep inside my pussy.

“That’s it,”

he grunted against my lips, palming my ass, driving hard dick inside me. “Take it, baby.”

I held on for dear life. “You love this shit, don’t you?” he smirked, snapping his hips harder.

“Yesssss! Fuck, yes! Oh, my Goddddd!”

Legend slipped his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my, groaning, and drilling my pussy. “What you gon’ do for me when I tell you to?”

I whimpered, my walls clenching around him. “I’m gonna… I’m… I’m gonna…cummmm…”

He slammed into me harder, faster, pounding into me until I was a writhing, moaning mess, shaking in his grip. “That’s right,”

he groaned. “So, cum on this dick, sweetheart.”

As if on cue, I hugged his neck as a violent, mind-blowing blinding orgasm crashed over me. “Ohhhh….myyyyy…Godddddd!!!!! Fuck meeee!!!!”

I shrilled as my body shuddered and my screams echoed against the glass.

Legend grunted, pulling out of me to let me down. He stroked his juicy ass dick with his eyes locked onto mine. “You know what to do, baby.”

I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth, sucking, licking, swallowing every drop as he growled, fucking my throat. “Fuck, Honey.”

I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing him until he exploded. He exhaled, smirking down at me. Then, he cleansed us both before turning off the water and scooping me up to carry me into the bedroom. I just knew he wasn’t done yet when he laid back on the bed and tilted his head slightly, motioning me forward with two fingers.

“C’mere,”

he demanded. The way he looked at me was dangerous. And the way his tattooed hands rested behind his head with his lips slightly parted? It sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. “Sit on my face.”

“Legend…”

“Do it now,”

ordered, gripping my thighs, and pulling me closer as I crawled over him, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his head. He watched me the entire time, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading me open, and positioning me exactly where he wanted me.

My breath hitched as I hovered above his mouth, my hands pressed against the headboard. The second his tongue made contact with my clit, my head rolled backward. “Oh my fucking God…”

Legend groaned against me, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place as his tongue flicked, licked, sucked, devoured me. It was too much, too deep, too fucking good. He worked me slowly at first, teasing me, stroking his tongue over my clit, dipping it inside me, dragging it up and down my folds.

“Legend, fuck…”

I whimpered, my fingers tightening against the headboard.

He moaned into me, the vibration sending sharp, trembling shockwaves through my entire body. Then, without warning—he spread me wider and dragged his tongue lower to my ass. I jerked, my body locking up as he teased, licked, and flicked, making me scream in helpless pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,”

he muttered against my skin, his tongue working me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

I quivered, whimpered, and trembled with my breath shattered, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Legend, I… I can’t cum no more…”

“Yes, the fuck you can,”

he groaned, sucking my clit into his mouth, stroking it with his tongue as two fingers sank deep inside me. I screamed as my entire body shook. My release hit me something fierce and when I tried to pull away, tried to climb off his face, Legend tightened his grip. “No fucking running,”

he growled, his tongue relentless, his fingers curling, stroking, carrying out my orgasm until I was nothing but a limp bitch.

“Pleaseeeee…”

“Cum again,”

he commanded, sucking hard until I did exactly as he told me to.

I came hard and loud as my thighs clamped around his head. Legend groaned, licking me through it, making me ride every last wave until I was completely done. By the time he finally pulled back, I was barely breathing but he wasn’t finished.

“Ride my dick,”

he ordered, his voice thick, wrecked, his grip still firm on my thighs. I was weak as hell as he guided me forward, helping me position myself over his dick. He chuckled. “You need me to help you, sweetheart?”

I nodded breathlessly, my fingers resting against his chest as I slowly sank down onto him, inch by thick inch. “Fuuuuck…”

I moaned, my head falling back, my nails digging into his skin.

Legend let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hands gripping my hips, holding me there for a second, letting me feel every inch of him. “Fuck,”

he grunted, tilting his head back.

I placed my hands on his strong, sharp jaw, guiding his face toward mine before kissing him slow, deep, lazy, as I began to move. Legend groaned into my mouth, matching my rhythm, thrusting up into me, deep and powerful. “Oh, God…”

“Tell me you love this shit.”

“I fucking love itttttt...”

His lips found my neck, my shoulder, my breasts, biting, licking, worshiping as he continued to groan, snapping his hips up, driving into me deeper. “You’re so fucking perfect, Honey.”

The pleasure was too much, too deep, too fucking good. I felt myself about to explode again as I bounced on his dick. “Shiiiit! Fuuuckkkk!!!”

“Uh-huh. Cum on this muthafucka,”

he growled, fucking me harder and faster.

I started crying, shaking, and cumming at the same damn time and he chucked, still thrusting into me. “That’s it, baby.”

My entire body trembled and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he lifted me off him and gripped the back of my head. I licked my lips, my body still trembling, still sensitive but I took him into my mouth.

“Goddamn,”

Legend groaned, his head tilting back, his fingers tangling in my damp curls. I swirled my tongue, sucked, licked, and stroked until his hips jerked and he groaned deep, his cum spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop before collapsing onto the bed. He chuckled, pulling me up, and wrapping me in his arms. “You are truly fucking amazing,”

he murmured, kissing my forehead, pulling me into his chest.

Before long, he carried me into the bathroom, my limbs completely useless. The scent of warm vanilla and coconut filled the air, the bubble bath already drawn and waiting. Without a word, Legend eased me down into the bubbles, the warmth immediately soothing my overstimulated body.

His touch was gentle and deliberate, his hands sliding over my shoulders, my collarbone, and down my arms, as he cleansed me, worshipping me one final time. I barely had the strength to keep my eyes open as I soaked for a while. Then, he carried me into the bedroom, oiled my body, and laid me down.

I blinked up at him, sleepy and dazed. He smirked, leaning down, brushing his lips over mine. “Goodnight, beautiful,”

he murmured. Then, with one last kiss on my forehead, he turned off the lights, leaving me wrapped in silk sheets for the last time.

I woke up with a heavy, bittersweet feeling settling deep in my chest. My pussy still throbbed with the aftermath of everything Legend had done to me. But my mind was already somewhere else. Reality was waiting for me.

I exhaled, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, stretching lazily, preparing myself to turn over and find that I was alone in his big ass. But when I turned my head, Legend was right there lying beside me, one arm resting behind his head as he watched me. His usual smirk was displayed. Instead, he was slightly serious, his gaze intense like this was his way of saying goodbye.

A soft smile tugged at my lips despite the ache in my chest. “You’re still here,”

I murmured, voice laced with sleep, with something deeper.

Legend’s lips curved slightly. “Where else would I be?”

“The kitchen,”

I teased, rolling onto my side to face him fully.

He chuckled. “I figured I’d switch it up today.”

Nodding toward the other side of the bed, he said, “Look beside you.”

I frowned slightly, turning my head and then I saw it. A check but not just a regular check. A big ass check. The amount was for one million dollars. And beside it? A thick stack of money, all hundreds, neatly bound with a rubber band. My breath hitched, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for it.

“Legend…”

I whispered, staring at the ridiculous amount of life-changing money staring back at me.

Legend sat up slightly, resting his weight on one elbow, watching my reaction. “I believe in you, Honey,”

he said smoothly, his voice low, sincere.

I swallowed, heart pounding, stomach twisting with too many emotions at once. “This is… this is too much,”

I breathed.

“Nah,”

he murmured. “You deserve it.”

I looked up at him, blinking back tears, completely overwhelmed. “I don’t even…”

“You ain’t gotta say anything,”

he cut in gently. “Just take it. Use it. Build something that outlasts us.”

His words hit something deep in me because no one had ever said that to me before. “If this had been another life or a different time,” Legend continued, voice lower now, almost contemplative, “we would’ve been something.”

My chest tightened violently, my breath catching because I knew that. I felt it in my soul.

“But in this life,”

he murmured, reaching up, tucking hair behind my ear, “I just want you to win.”

Before I could even think, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my face into his warm skin as I cried. He held me tight, firm, steady, one hand splayed across my back, the other cradling the back of my head.

“Thank you,”

I sobbed, my voice thick and heavy.

Legend pulled back just slightly, tilting my chin up, his eyes searching mine. And then, he kissed me. Deep. Slow. Hungry. A kiss that felt like a goodbye and a promise all at once. A kiss that said, I don’t do attachments, but if I did, it would be you. A kiss that I knew I’d never forget.

The loud, piercing sound of my alarm broke through the moment though. I pulled back, my breath shaky as I wiped my tears.

“Oh, and I still made you breakfast,”

he admitted. “But I packed it so you could take it with you.”

I let out a soft breathy laugh, shaking my head. “You really think of everything, huh?”

“I try,”

he said smoothly. Then, he stood, stretching, rolling his shoulders back. “I’ll let you get ready,”

he said, watching me for a second longer than necessary before stepping toward the door. I swallowed hard, nodding as he disappeared, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

After getting dressed in a white tee and biker shorts with a pair of slides, I packed my suitcase.

I slipped the check and stack of money inside carefully, zipping it up, and letting out a slow, deep exhale.

Then, I took one last look around the room.

One last look at the bed.

The space where something brief and consuming had lived, burned, and left its mark on me. Then, I grabbed my suitcase and stepped outside into the humid air, the sun beaming down.

Legend was waiting near the door, his hands in the pockets of his Nike sweatshorts. “Got everything?” he asked.

“Yeah,”

I murmured.

He nodded, fingers rolling through his beard. “My driver’s gonna take you to the airport.”

“Thank you so much,”

I said, meaning it more than I could ever put into words.

Legend smirked, stepping closer. “Like I said,”

he said, tilting my chin up slightly. “You deserve this.”

And just when I thought that was it, he kissed my lips once more and slapped my ass.

I laughed, shaking my head as I slid on my sunglasses.

Then, with one last look, one last smile, one last moment that neither of us spoke on, I climbed into the awaiting car.

And as the island faded behind me, so did he. But the feeling? The memory? That would stay with me forever.