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  I slid out of bed, stripped off my shorts and got back in behind Lena who was facing away from me. I partially opened the covers to get a peek at her body; her frilly outfit had ridden up, exposing her luscious, curvy ass and lacy panties. One of her nipples was also peeking out of the top, skewed by her nighttime movements.

  I dropped the covers and gently slipped close to her, placing my raging hard cock in the cleft where her thighs met her ass. I rested it there, savoring my closeness to her. I wasn’t ready for her to wake yet; I just wanted to enjoy watching her sleep while I spooned her.

  After a little while, I couldn’t resist touching her. I stroked her gently, running my fingers over her back, marveling at the beauty and smoothness of her skin. I thought back to when I first saw her and realized that although my mind didn’t know it then, my body had already been looking forward to this moment when I’d have her in my bed just like this.

  I ignored the throbbing in my hand from the skirmish last night, hoping my decision to fight would not sway her against me; make her think I was a violent man. But every which way I looked at it, it had to be done. I had to defend her honor. For some reason, I strongly felt that she had to know she was safe with me. Maybe the way she always ran from me or maybe our differences in race and culture made me feel I had something to prove. I never knew which way it would be with Lena; she was so unexpected. With most women, I knew I could easily ask them to stay if I liked them enough, but right now with Lena close to waking, she could walk out of this place without looking back. I felt her stirring more, then she stretched her arms and her eyes fluttered open.

  “Hey,” she said, turning around to face me.

  “Hey,” I said back, kissing her gently on the lips.

  She slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom and I heard the water in the sink running. Shit; she was already getting ready to leave. My phone buzzed and I picked it up to see a text from my father; I’d read it later. I put my phone on mute and was about to place the phone on the nightstand to go and bring Lena back to bed, but she walked back into the bedroom.

  She was completely nude, having removed both her panties and the frilly outfit she’d worn to bed. She was watching me coyly as I swept my eyes over her, thanking my good luck. I quickly sat up in the bed, my cock pitching a dramatic tent with the sheet.

  “Come here,” I said, offering her my hand, admiring her sexual body as she approached me. Lena was every man’s wet dream and she was here with me, in my penthouse. I poured a few mints into my mouth, crunching them quickly to freshen my breath.

  I pulled her over me and she straddled my thighs, resting her sex over the sheet covering my dick.

  I began to kiss her neck, trailing my tongue down to the dip in her shoulder. Placing my hands on her breasts, I circled her nipples with my thumbs, marveling at the beauty of them, eager to have a dark nipple in my mouth.

  She gasped and grabbed my swollen, bruised hand, her eyes shining with tears.

  “Let me see, Jonathan,” she pleaded touching the tender flesh, making me wince a little. I pulled my hand away from her; it’d been swollen many times before, especially during training and other bust ups in the past. I knew it’d be fine within a few days. I didn’t want to focus on that with her sitting there naked in my lap, her curvy hips tapering seductively to her small waist.

  “It’s nothing; don’t worry about it,” I assured her, trailing kisses over her chest, making my way down to her puckered nipples.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered; a tear in her eye surfacing, then sliding down her cheek.

  I couldn’t stand to see her upset. Normally a crying woman irritated the hell out of me because it usually involved sulking, a tantrum and an ultimatum. But having Lena in my lap, crying for me because she thought I’d been hurt made my heart swell with an emotion I couldn’t place. It made me eager to sink my cock into her and convince her everything was okay.

  I kissed away her tears, hushing her gently; then eased her back while my lips sought her breasts hungrily. She arched her back, pushing her breasts more into my face and I pulled a dark nipple with my lips, sucking it gently. She was beautifully aroused, moaning and pulling me to her. I went back and forth sucking her nipples in turn, then pressed her gorgeous breasts together, burying my face between them.

  She pulled the sheet off my straining cock and placed her moist sex along the length of it, making me suck her nipples more fervently. She began to twist her waist, moaning gently as she rubbed her clit along the length of my cock, causing me to anticipate with excitement the possibility that at any moment, I could slip into her. I pulled the restrictive sheet completely off my thighs, then grabbed her ass and squeezed as she moved divinely, coating my dick with moisture.

  “Baby, I love this ass,” I breathed rubbing it, kissing her breasts endlessly.

  “Do you want to see what this ass can do?” she said grabbing a condom from my drawer and rolling it down my length securely. Before I could reply, she turned around and straddled me backwards. The sight of her round ass right there in my face, tapering to her small waist had me gasping with the need to fuck her hard. She reached between her legs, gripping my cock and positioning it at the entrance of her sex.

  “Fuck, baby; your ass. I can’t take it,” I pleaded, both my hands gripping her it firmly.

  I watched awestruck as she slid her dark pussy slowly over my ivory cock. Her pussy was always tight and I cursed loudly, needing a moment to adjust to the grasping sensation. She shifted gently, trying to adjust to the girth of my huge dick then slowly began to move. The more she moved, the deeper my cock went into her chocolate heaven until her lips were gripping the very base of my cock. I watched as her pussy lips widened deliciously each time she sunk on my cock, making me feel new sensations I’d never felt before.

  Her slow fucking was torturous. I couldn’t take it anymore. Before I could stop myself, I growled loudly and began to jerk up and down, trying desperately to speed up the thrusts and increase friction while bracing myself with my arms on the bed.

  “Wait, baby,” she pleaded, rising slightly. “Let me take care of you; I know what you need, baby.”

  Fuck; this woman was going to be the death of me.

  She leaned forward holding on to my lower legs, giving me a full, high definition view of her round ass. She began to slide up and down on my rigid cock, slowly at first, titillating, teasing me; then faster, fucking with breathtaking speed, her rippling ass slapping my thighs rhythmically. I sounded animalistic, grunting primitively each time she slammed her pussy onto my cock. She cried out, screamed and moaned as my cock stroked deep inside her, reaching tantalizing spots she never knew existed.

  I was desperate to come and felt my balls draw up tight, my thickening dick getting ready to blow my load in her.

  Without warning, Lena rose up off my dick and climbed off the bed.

  What the fuck? I was struggling to catch my breath and watched horrified as she walked to her side of the bed, picked up her water bottle and casually took a sip, watching me.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded, shocked that she’d just left me with this raging hard-on right at the point of climax.

  She didn’t answer; she walked back round to my side, pushed me back against the bed-stand and straddled my hips while facing me this time.

  “I’m giving you some good loving, baby,” she whispered, giving me a deep kiss and licking deep into my mouth.

  She slid her pussy back over my dick and began fucking hard without slowing down, her nipples grazing my sweaty chest; with her arms around my neck. I groaned loudly as she slammed down on my rigid cock. I held her waist tightly, lifting and lowering her relentlessly onto my straining cock, chasing my release.

  The minute my climax began to build again, Lena removed my hands, slipped my cock out of her and walked towards the couch, swaying her hips and beckoning me to follow. I stumbled after her, knowing that at this point, I’d follow her into a raging volcano just to have her.
I couldn’t believe she was making me pant after her like a trained pet as I quickly obeyed her gestured instruction for me to sit on the couch in front of her.

  I secured the slipping condom then edged forward holding my cock, waiting to guide it into her tight clasp. She turned around and impaled herself on my throbbing cock and immediately began slamming hard onto it, tightening and clenching the walls of her sex.

  “Lena, please let me come, fuck!” I begged between thrusts, my outstretched arms gripping the back of the couch while I rocked up to meet her thrust for thrust. I had to come now and began to grind into her, twisting and fucking towards my release. Once again, she slid off my cock and walked off, just like that, headed back to the bed.

  “If you want it, then come and get it,” she taunted, beckoning me with the crook of her forefinger. Something in me snapped; I’d gone beyond the limits of my control and I was taking that pussy. I pulled her to me, kissing her roughly and twirling my tongue with hers. I nipped her lower lip gently with my teeth and pulled, while walking her backwards to the bed and pushed her back. I opened her legs wide and tongued her clit hard and fast. While she screamed with arousal, I pushed her thighs and knees back towards her chest and increased the frantic licking, dipping my tongue into her tight pussy. I held her firmly; she couldn’t move or do anything except to absorb what I had to give her.

  I felt the orgasm strike her hard, jolting her entire body as she quivered on my tongue. I didn’t wait for her to completely ride it out; I rapidly drove my raging cock into her sex and almost immediately she began to climax again, while I plunged into her clenching pussy. I angled my dick to stroke her G-spot, stroking that area behind her clit and I had her climaxing violently again moments later.

  “Lena, baby, I’m going to come so hard!” I hissed between gritted teeth and I climaxed powerfully, spurting deep into her sex, pistoning madly; my rhythm faltering as I lost control.

  I released her legs and collapsed onto her chest, breathing heavily with rivulets of sweat coursing down my body.

  My dick was still hard and I quickly turned her onto her stomach and lifted her hips so her ass was in the air. I grabbed another condom then entered her sex from the back, thrusting with only one thing in mind; my satisfaction. I was using her body to take what I needed and I took it mercilessly, gripping her ass firmly as I spurted while buried deep inside her. I rubbed out my climax while stroking inside her, then collapsed on to the bed and pulled her into my arms, holding on for dear life. She tried to squirm but I refused to release her and held onto her tightly. I knew then that I had to keep seeing this woman.

  “I never want this to end,” I confessed and then slowly slipped away into a deep dreamless sleep.

  When Lena slipped out of my bed at 8.00am, I was still incoherent. I sleepily watched her flit around the room, gathering her things and packing her bag. We’d fucked each other nearly to death, yet there she was, walking around with a spring in her step while I lay there unable to move. When she was ready, she came and gave me a kiss and a little wave, then she was gone.

  Chapter Twenty

  I must have dozed off again because when I woke up, it was almost 10.00am and I heard a voice calling me at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Mr. Carter, sir!” the voice shouted. It was Jackson. He had the code to my apartment but rarely used it unless it was an emergency or he was fetching something for me. I pulled on my jeans from the night before and padded out of my room to find out what the problem was.

  “What’s wrong, Jackson?” I asked from the top of the stairs.

  “Sir, your father Mr. Carter called me last night wanting to speak to you, then Mrs. Carter has called every fifteen minutes for the last few hours wanting to talk to you.”

  I felt my heart still in quiet panic.

  “What’s happened?”

  “I’m not sure, sir. But Mrs. Carter said it’s an emergency and she sounded upset.”

  I turned back to my suite walking purposefully and snatched my phone from the nightstand. I had eighteen missed calls from my mother, one from Jackson and a third from a number I didn’t recognize. I dialed her immediately and she answered on the first ring.

  “Jonathan!” she exclaimed sounding very upset. “I’ve been trying to reach you for ages.”

  “Mother what is it? Is dad okay?”

  My dad had a bad heart and managed it with medication, so that was my primary worry.

  “No, it’s you!” she said dramatically.

  “We read this morning’s papers that you were engaged to that awful girl from Eastern Europe. Is that true?”

  I let out a long sigh of relief.

  “Really, mother. Do you believe everything they say in those papers?”

  “My bowling partner Christie also called this morning saying you’d been on TV for a few days about it? How could you do such a thing and not tell us?”

  I was doing my best not to be impatient with her.

  “Mom, it’s not true; I’m not engaged to Isabella.”

  “Why would they say that if it didn’t have any truth in it?”

  “Because that’s what tabloids do, they make stuff up,” I explained.

  “But in the past when you’ve come out on television with countless women, they’ve never said you were engaged before.”

  “Mother,” I said with as much patience as I could muster. “Trust me. I’m not engaged to Isabella. If I was you’d be the first to know.”

  “Are you planning to marry her?”

  “No!” I said louder than I intended. “We are not like that.”

  “I’m glad to hear that because Ashley would be very hurt if she found out you were cheating on her, you know.”

  The irony of her advice was not lost on me, since Ashley was the one who cheated on me. I changed the subject.

  “Mother, dad tried calling last night. Is he okay?”

  “He wanted to talk to you about the California bid and your trip to Miami this week. Are you coming over today?”

  “Yes, I’ll be there after noon. Did you go to church today?”

  “I couldn’t go, not with your stories in the media. I didn’t want everyone to ask me about your engagement when I had nothing to tell them.”

  I rolled my eyes. “”I’ll see you later then.”

  I ended the call and scrolled through the message my father had sent earlier. It was indeed asking about meeting to discuss California and Miami. I didn’t reply since I’d spoken to my mother, knowing she’d tell him I was coming over.

  I scrolled through my phone list again for any sign of missed calls from Lena. Nothing as I expected, except for the unfamiliar number. I rarely called numbers I didn’t recognize because they often turned out to be some giggling female vying for my attention. But I wondered if perhaps Lena had called me with a different number; I didn’t know. I dialed and it was answered on the third ring.

  “Jonathan Carter?” asked a male voice.

  “Yes?” I said frowning.

  “This is Reginald Weiner.” He went silent as though I was supposed to recognize him.

  I thought for a moment, trying to place the name. It was vaguely familiar but my brain was still foggy from that morning’s activities.

  “Can I help you?” I asked at last.

  “The question is, ‘can you help yourself’?” he said with a mocking laugh.

  I was instantly annoyed; this was a prank caller who’d somehow gotten my private number.

  I cut the call and stepped into the shower.

  Five minutes later, I walked into my room, drying myself off to get dressed to go to the Strauss Carter mansion.

  I noticed a video text had been sent by that same unfamiliar number from the weirdo that just called me.

  I opened the text. For a split second, I thought it was some pornographic clip from the weirdo and was about to delete it and block his number. I paused and watched closely. The video was only ten seconds long so it had ended. I replayed it again, my hear
t deathly still. Realization hit me in slow motion. That was me, and the woman on her knees before me was Lena. This must have been filmed the first day Lena came to my penthouse and we were by the window. Lena had dropped to her knees and sucked me off and this video was a clip of what we’d done. A powerful lens had filmed this; probably from one of the buildings a few blocks away. I watched it a few more times, my heart pounding in my chest as I ran my mind through the who, what, where, when and why of the whole thing.

  I closed the phone, tapping it to my chin, thinking. I realized the reason I recognized Reginald Weiner’s name; he was a photographer I’d had an altercation with some time ago. I had broken his camera when he’d accosted me on my way out of a club; I had drunk too much. Later, we’d reached an out of court settlement he wasn’t pleased with. I had since spotted him regularly outside every club or restaurant I visited, snapping away and sneering. I’d let my lawyer McCoy and accountant Khan manage the details of the compensation, so his name was out of my mind.

  He could only be sending me this clip for one reason; he wanted money. That’s what it always boils down to. Money makes the world go round and when you have it, everybody wants it. The guy with the ball is the guy who gets tackled. I’d had my fair share of lawsuits in the past and usually my people took care of it. But in this case, Lena was involved. While her face was not visible in the teaser clip he sent me, I couldn’t remember if it might be on any other footage he’d captured. It was obvious that I was with a black woman and I knew that if someone sniffed around my life enough, they’d be able to identify her. I had to act immediately. I dialed him back. He answered before the phone rang.

  “Weiner, you have my attention.”

  He laughed a stupid, irritating guffaw.

  “I thought I might.”

  “What’s your plan?”

  “Do I have to spell it out for you Carter? Money or the clip goes public.”