Mario finally came up for air, and Tiara opened her eyes just a slit. She saw then that he must have removed his pants while he was giving her head because he positioned himself over her wearing nothing but a pair of Ralph Lauren boxers. Curious, she rubbed her hand against the bulge in his boxers and gave a tiny gasp. He was big, really big. Mario saw the fear in her eyes. He kissed her forehead. His dick was too hard, and she had already said yes. There was no turning back. But still, he wanted her to know it would be OK.
“I’ll be gentle, OK, baby?” he said. Tiara nodded.
“Can I suck it first?” Tiara asked.
Those words were music to Mario’s ears. The two switched positions, and Mario put his hands behind his head.
“Yo, don’t bite me,” Mario warned eyeing her. She was on the bed beside him positioned on her knees. “Arch your back some more. Yeah, like that. Put that phat ass in the air.”
She gave him a devilish grin and did as she was told. She licked her lips and put them around the head of his eight-inch monster. She felt his hand on her ass and heard his moans. It urged her to continue. She tucked her teeth behind her lips and bobbed her head up and down. She used her free hand to jack him off at the same time as she was sucking. She was doing it so good that Mario’s toes curled, and she could feel his nails digging into the meat on her butt.
“Ma, get on your back.” Mario was unable to take it anymore. He pushed her head off of him and helped her lie comfortably on her back. She opened her legs wide, and he positioned the tip of his dick at her opening. “It’s going to hurt at first, but after that, it’s going to feel good. Bite me, scratch me, or scream loud as hell. Do whatever you need to, just don’t tell me to stop, OK?”
“OK,” Tiara said, gripping his back, preparing herself.
Mario pushed his dick a little farther into her tightness, and Tiara buried her head into his neck trying to stomach the pain. He pulled back and thrust again. That time, Tiara felt her hymen tear, and she moaned in pain.
“Shh, shhh,” Mario rubbed her hair. “It’s almost in, baby.”
He thrust one last time, that time not so gentle, and pushed his shaft all the way in.
“Ahhh!” Tiara yelled out, scratching his back.
But he didn’t stop. He held her steady, and at first, he fucked her slow, but when he felt her moans of pain turn into those of pleasure, he quickened his pace. She had the tightest and the wettest pussy he’d ever experienced in his life. He lifted up her legs and fucked her while rubbing on her clit. The way she had her face twisted up was turning him on even more.
“Mario! Mario!” she screamed when he turned her around and pounded into her from the back.
He was mesmerized by the way her yellow ass shook in the dim light of the hotel. He grabbed the Champagne glass and poured the liquid on her jiggly butt. The sight of the liquid streaming down made him go harder, and the sound of his dick going in and out of Tiara’s wet box made him throw his head back and clench his eyes shut.
Tiara felt herself about to come again. She grabbed a fistful of her own hair in each hand. She didn’t know how to throw her ass back, but all it took was two more pumps from Mario to make her squirt all on the bed below her.
“Oh my Gawwwd!” she screamed while her legs shook violently.
Mario too had reached his climax. He pulled himself out of Tiara’s pussy and shot his nut all over her back. The two collapsed on top of the covers and held on to each other. Tiara knew that she could only sleep for a few hours before she had to get back home, but that was OK. She’d had the best night ever. At that moment, a feeling of guilt came over her as she thought about the promise she’d made to her father so long ago.
“Welp,” she said, “I can kiss that million good-bye.”
“What’s up?” Mario asked, but Tiara just snuggled deeper into her man’s chest.
“Nothing,” she said. “Wake me up in three hours, baby.”
Chapter 8
Blake sat in the study of his office staring at the portrait he had drawn of his family when Tiara was only one year old. He sat in a chair fit for a king with a smiling Tiara sitting on his knee. Cat stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. If only he could go back to those days and start over. He sighed. The weekend had come and gone, and Tiara still hadn’t said a thing to them. He had planned to take her back to the basement and do some more target practice, but he knew he could just hang that up. She avoided them at all costs, and he wasn’t even sure if she had eaten or not. He was
