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  They all piled into the awaiting van, and you could see most of them already wearing the effects of the alcohol consumed with dinner. The entire group, including my girl, danced in their seats as they drove down to Club Mansion. I followed them just a few cars back and laughed at their antics. It was cute.

  People in the cars around them, through heavy traffic, were amazed by the rowdy bunch and cheered them on.

  Only in Miami, I tell you.

  Six

  The music was thumping as I entered the club. From my understanding, the group was already being seated in the upper level VIP lounge, and was well on their way to enjoying their first of many complimentary bottles of tequila.

  The latest club banger from a popular male Cuban artist had just begun to play, and almost every person in the room walked towards the dance floor. Bodies swayed—hips grinding and lips singing the catchy tune, that now had become an instant favorite of mine.

  She was on the floor when I approached—in the middle to be exact—with quite a large fan base watching her every sway. Never had I seen a pair of hips move so enticingly to a beat. It was almost as if the conga and drum beat flowed through her veins.

  She was the envy of all women in the room and a temptation to all men.

  No one saw me as I made my way across the room and stood behind her. Mere feet away by the bathrooms, I hid and watched my girl dance. Witnessed her be propositioned and turn every motherfucker down.

  Good girl.

  Lucia stayed on that floor for nearly an hour straight, only stopping because she was signaled over by her friend from Arizona. She held Lucia’s phone in her hands; it’d been ringing nonstop for the past five minutes. All calls had come from me.

  It was time.

  “Your phone's vibrating, chicky,” she yelled over the loud music. “We were going to ignore it, but it kept ringing. We didn’t know if it was an emergency or not.”

  On your mark.

  “Let me see.” Lucia opened the screen of her phone and sighed. “It’s a friend. She’s supposed to make it tonight. Ah shit, she needs me to call her. Fuck, I hope she isn't canceling.”

  Set.

  “Call her; I'm sure she just needs directions.” With a nod and her phone tightly gripped in her hands, Lucia walked right into my trap.

  Mine.

  Her back was to me when I reached her, concentrating on the phone call she was attempting to make—a call that would never be answered. My hands took hold of her tiny waist and pulled her flush against my chest, her back to my front. Her body stiffened and her mouth opened to let out a scream.

  “Don’t,” I whispered against her throat before laying a small tender kiss beneath her ear. “I will release you in a minute, baby, but I won't be letting you go. No screaming. There’s no need to be afraid.”

  “Please, don’t hurt me.”

  “I could never.” Another kiss and then a gentle bite on that sensitive area beneath her ear. For someone so afraid, she never attempted to push me away. Instead, she stood there and followed instructions like a good girl.

  “Then let me go,” she begged, and I smiled. She’d be begging for an entirely different reason soon.

  “You captured me with your words, Miss White. Motherfucking ruined me, and I only think it’s fair that I return the favor. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.” My hands released her slowly—now, she fought to move away, but the moment we stood face to face, she stood as still as a statute.

  “You,” she accused, much to my amusement. “I fucking knew I saw you.” Lucia began to pace the small hallway, tiny measured steps, but not once did she venture far. “Motherfucker, am I being Punk’d?”

  “No, babe. And yes, it's me.”

  “Oh fuck me.”

  “I plan to.”

  “Oh God…you!” She was in shock, as was to be expected, but at this point the girl literally looked to be well on her way to passing out. That wouldn't do.

  My lips crashed onto hers before she could utter another word. Lips, so soft and pliant against mine, battled for dominance. They wrapped themselves around my tongue and began to suck. That action sent sparks of electricity to my already heavy balls.

  “Motherfuck.” A low growl ripped itself from deep within my chest, and my hands reached down to squeeze her succulent ass. Her sinful body molded itself against my harsher planes. Every inch of her was wrapped around me, rubbing herself against my hardness. “I need you.”

  My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head.

  “Please,” she whimpered while I picked her up and wrapped those legs I’d dreamed about around my waist. Her back hit the wall; I used it to hold her top half up while my hands held her hips still. She protested with a weak growl of her own, and then she did the cutest thing in the world:

  She bit her lips.

  Cute, but not working on me this time, baby.

  “Don’t fucking move, love.” This time I got a glare. “I'm not kidding, Lucia.”

  She rolled her denim-covered pussy against my cock. “Or else what?”

  “Keep that shit up, and I’ll fuck you right here, against this wall, for any motherfucker who comes back here to see.” She opened her mouth to speak, but one harsh bite from me on her lower lip kept her quiet. “Now, that being said, I'm taking you home with me.”

  Her groan made every nerve ending in my body tingle. “My friends—”

  I ignored her and licked the swollen lip. “I wasn't kidding when I said I was putting a claim on you. One way or the other, I will have you, but I would prefer if you wanted this too.”

  “But... fuck, that feels good.” Her tiny fingers embedded themselves into my hair and pulled. Her hips continued to move, seeking the friction she needed. “We don’t know each other, Devin.”

  My name coming from her lips sounded so sweet.

  “We've been friends online for months, sweetheart.”

  She pulled back to search my eyes for any sign of deceit. “What?”

  “I know you hate the dark, and think Friday the 13th movies are traumatizing. You love the ocean and collecting sea shells from the ones you've visited thus far.” Her eyes were huge and filled with unshed tears. “Also, I know that when you were eight, you had the biggest crush on a member of a popular boyband we won’t mention.”

  “You’re DevA?” she asked, and I nodded with a smirk. “Oh God, how embarrassing.” Lucia pushed her face into my neck and hid. The heat from her blush warmed me. She remembered that conversation now through private messages.

  “And finally, I also know that you masturbate to thoughts of us as you write. It’s that quirky, yet feisty girl that I want to fall in love with.”

  “This is insane, Devin. I don't know you.”

  I had to put a stop to this shit right there.

  “Yes, you do. Every conversation we’ve had online was real. Everything we’ve discussed—from our favorite music, to literature, to the porn sites we frequented—was honest. All of it.” A single tear ran down her cheek. “I told you all about my childhood, and the death of my chihuahua Rocky. About my cousins, and their penchant to pick on me because I was the last to hit puberty. You know me, love. Know the real me—not the man in front of a camera, but the dork who loves Guns N’ Roses and reads comics.”

  “Please don’t laugh.” She giggled while wiping her cheeks. I raised a brow. “I began to think I was a lesbian…”

  I choked on my spit. “Come again?”

  “Thought I was falling in love with a...” My lips smashed into hers once more.

  “Want you, Lucia.”

  “This is crazy, but God do I want you too, Devin. Have for a long time.” I couldn't help but let out a booming laugh at the way this declaration had turned out—we truly were a pair.

  We left the club immediately after. She told her friends she was feeling ill. They wanted to leave with her, but after assuring them she just needed to sleep, we were off. We walked out hand in hand toward the private parking area for the club�
��s famous clientele. The moment her eyes landed on my car, she punched my arm.

  “Ouch.” Violent little thing.

  “I had a feeling I was being watched as we passed by.”

  “I've been watching you all week, baby.” Leaning down, I lightly bit her neck and she let out a tiny moan. “I can't wait until I'm buried balls deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

  “You’re mean.” She pouted while I chuckled and opened the door for her.

  “Not when I plan to deliver the moment I have you back in my room.”

  The moment we stepped through the penthouse I had rented for the duration of our stay, I had her pinned against the door with my mouth attached to her flesh.

  “Please,” she begged while my lips trailed over her collarbones and down toward her chest, following the edge of her barely there shirt with the tip of my tongue. Her chest rose and fell rapidly while I bit into the swells of her breast. Each nip was followed by the soothing caress of my tongue as I worshiped her every pore.

  “Take my top off, please. I need to feel you, Devin.” Her impatience scorched my veins. She wanted me. “Just take it the fuck off!”

  “As you wish,” I snarled and ripped the offending halter in two, the sound of splitting fabric only enhancing the erotic moment. My girl arched her back, neck straining as she pushed her breasts toward my face.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured before taking a stiff peak into my mouth. Her breasts were so soft in my hands, such a contrast to the pebbled flesh I was currently biting, licking, and flicking between kisses.

  “Shit!” Lucia hissed, her fingers gripping my hair tight and pulling me closer.

  “Like that, do you?” I couldn't help myself; seeing her so lost in the sensations I was creating—it was a boost to my ego and cock.

  “Yes.” Her hand reached down to unbuckle my belt. Way ahead of you, sweetheart. The moment her hand encountered the hard flesh of my cock, her body shivered and her lips opened in a silent ‘O.’

  Lucia’s eyes snapped up to mine, watching me while stroking my engorged flesh. “So soft…so huge.”

  “I want you to feel me for days after—every time you walk, you'll feel an ache, a twinge of pain, from how far I've stretched you.”

  “Please.” Her plea came with a harsh tug on my cock; my body trembled in an effort to hold back. There was something I needed to hear come from her lips first.

  “Please what, Lucia? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.”

  “Fuck me. Stretch me. Break me.” Music to my goddamned ears.

  “You shouldn't have said that.”

  Within seconds, I had her boots, pants, and underwear on my floor. Her lacy pink boy shorts hung from my finger, the saturated fabric enticing me to sniff the drenched spot as her intoxicating scent hit my senses. Drawing the lace toward my nose, I took in a deep inhale and groaned.

  Her natural smell was sweet and fruity. My body wanted to cover hers, claim what was mine, and begin to satiate the thirst I’d had for this beauty for quite some time. Instead, I pulled back and enjoyed her natural enchantments. My girl’s body was a work of art: pert breasts, flat stomach, yet she had wide hips that led to a bountiful ass that begged to be fucked.

  There wasn't a piece of her that wasn't perfect.

  My eyes continued their perusal until I hit her pussy. Bare and pink. Swollen lips that were bathed in her essence and a tiny clit that peaked out from between her flushed labia.

  My mouth watered.

  Seven

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized before grabbing her thighs forcefully and picking her up. With the wall against her back, I placed each leg over my shoulders and her pussy within my mouth’s reach. Right fucking there. She was suspended in the air with nothing other than my hands, and the wall, supporting her weight.

  “Oh fuck,” she squeaked as I blew warm air over her clit. It twitched and trembled. “Devin, please don’t drop me.”

  “Shut up and let me enjoy,” was all I said before I dove in. That first burst of her taste on my tongue made me delirious, hard as steel, and leak. There was no softness in the way I ate her. Licked and sucked the juices she released from her swollen lips. Her taste was addictively sweet, just as I’d always imagined my beauty to be.

  “Fuck.” I had no idea who screamed it, but at this point I could seriously give a fuck. She ground her lips against by face. Her tiny hands fisted my hair as I devoured her core. My tongue caressed her clit with gentle flicks before I pulled it between my teeth and shook my head from side to side.

  She thrashed and filled my mouth with her wetness.

  “So fucking sweet,” I grunted against her pussy, causing her to pull back and away.

  “Sensitive,” she whimpered, but I was having none of that and bit her bundle of nerves. She exploded and gushed into my awaiting mouth. Her body jerked hard—spasming without any control as wave after wave of pleasure took over her body.

  Lowering her body down as gently as I could into my arms, I nestled her against me and carried her over to the large, king-sized bed. I looked down at her still blissed-out form, our eyes met, and a feeling of complete calmness enveloped me.

  This was it.

  She was it.

  It was in those few moments that I took it all in and began to thank whomever upstairs had bestowed her upon me.

  “Falling in love with you will be so easy, Lucia,” I reverently declared before sliding into her for the first time. There weren’t enough words in the English dictionary to describe how she felt. The tightness—the softness. I’d never experienced this before. Didn’t know it could be like this.

  Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck and tugged me down toward her awaiting lips. “So easy,” she whispered against my mouth. Tears began to roll down her cheeks; I wiped them away with my thumb and kissed every inch of skin I could reach.

  It was overwhelming and comforting all at once as our bodies soothed the other. Like a warm blanket of adoration, welcoming us into nirvana as we lost ourselves in the other’s embrace.

  My hips sped up as her legs wrapped themselves tightly around my waist, the feel of my girls' walls as she stretched and latched onto my girth making me lightheaded. It was indescribable to finally feel her surrounding me. Both heaven and hell all rolled into one.

  Lucia was perfect for me, my other half in every sense of the word. I had no doubt in my mind that when my girl was created by the man above, it was with me in mind. She was designed specifically for me.

  Everything in this fucked-up world made sense with her in my arms—with her heat enveloping me. We were destined to meet. I was meant to find her as I did, through her words, and fall for the woman behind them.

  My girl was supposed to become fascinated with me. Read and watch every movie I had ever made and dream of me at night. To be inspired by me and create the worlds brought on by her fantasies to pull me in. Clara finding her books and introducing me to them was all part of destiny crossing our paths. Of this I had no doubt.

  She was my one. Taken from my flesh and molded to fulfill my every need.

  “Oh God, please...” she screamed as my hips swiveled against hers, my pelvic bone brushing against her engorged clit with each pass. “Yes!” Fuck, she looked amazing with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and hands fisting the sheets.

  “Beautiful,” I groaned before placing a quick, yet chaste kiss on her swollen lips. I sat up on my knees and grabbed her hips, pulling them up and off the bed while still impaled on my cock.

  The only parts of her still touching the mattress were her shoulders and head. Everything else on her delectable body was now in my power. Bending to my will.

  I manipulated her hips, made her ride me as fast, or slow, as I desired. It was making her thrash and scream in agony. Needing to prolong the inevitable, I would slow us down whenever signs of her coming undone were visible.

  “Sweetest motherfucking pussy...” I trailed off as she squeezed down on my di
ck. Hard. My eyes rolled back. “Yeah, baby, fucking ride me.”

  “Shit!”

  My fingers found purchase on her hips and held her still, the stranglehold she had on me making me tremble. Fucking vibrate with the need to break her as she’d so clearly done to me.

  Quickly, while she tried to catch her next breath, I flipped us over and slammed back in. My hips met hers in an almost angry pounding; everything was crashing into me and making me emotional. Elated. Crazed. And with a sudden maddening urge to possess and mark like never before.

  I fucked her. No other way to describe it but as a good, old-fashioned, fucking. Hair fisted in my hand to hold as reins, the other on her hip or occasionally smacking her ass hard enough to leave my handprint on the succulent globes.

  “You are fucking mine. Do you understand that?” She whimpered in answer. That wouldn’t do. “I said…” another hard smack landed across the flesh of her right ass cheek “…do you understand?”

  “Fuck, yes. Jesus, I'm yours, baby, just make me come.” Lucia attempted to throw me off when I didn’t comply. I could see her intent to force me onto my back and mount my cock; maybe any other day I would have been all over that shit, but not today.

  With both hands on her hips, I yanked her back forcefully and pulled her up to my chest. I was in deeper now, being choked and seconds away from erupting and painting her walls with my essence.

  “You want to come?”

  “Yes,” she begged, while pushing her ass against me in provocation.

  “As you wish.” I rode her harder than I thought was humanly possible, her ass smacked against my thighs—the force stung, but the reward was worth the red ass prints I now proudly wore.

  Her body tensed, back arched into an almost painful shape as her walls locked down. Watching her come and letting go was beautiful.

  “Motherfuck,” she howled. Every nerve ending in my body felt as if it were a part of hers—I felt her pleasure down to my bones. The moment her first gush of wetness burst through, momentarily forcing my cock out, I began to erupt. Slamming back in, I held still and enjoyed the feel of her juices dribbling down to my balls.