“The thirst is real. Mother and Father raised you all better,” Karina sighed.
“Not me, because I’ve been wondering since she said he showed up to her door,” Ko clarified.
“He showed up to your door?” My father blurted.
“Dad–”
“Yup,” Khaleesi answered before I could.
“Well, I sure wish I’d been there.”
“To mess up her chances at making him your son-in-law? We have to think longevity, Pops. You would’ve run him off,” Kiori reasoned.
“She’s right, Dad,” Ko told him.
“Don’t worry. I promise you’ll meet him. I can hear it all in her voice. That man has her head gone.” Karina chuckled. She was stunning in cream. Her gown was beautiful.
“My head is very much on my shoulders.”
“You look happier. Vibrant. Really good, Kit. I love that, baby girl.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
For a full hour, as I separated the clothes in the closet for the impromptu fashion show, I chatted with my family. I was sad when I had to end the call to get in the shower. However, if I continued with their shenanigans, I wouldn’t make it to the table until seven, our original dinner time.
Just as theclock struck six, my fingers connected with the stem of the wine glass waiting for me on the table. Fohr had poured a generous amount in the cup, making his intentions clear. He wanted me on my knees. And, on my knees was where I wanted to be, inhaling him slowly and sucking him even slower.
Dinner consisted of three courses. After extended conversation, lingering touches, and yearning gazes, Fohr led me to the boardroom where he’d rearranged the furniture to mimic a runway. Chairs that were once under the table formed around the long strip that was intended for strutting.
One after the other, we changed into the clothes we’d chosen. Large poster boards he’d written large numbers from one to five on sat beside the chair at the end of the runway and were used for scoring. My biased competition rated everything I appeared in a perfect five, making me the winner at the end.
He’d saved our bellies and our taste buds. We concluded our night in each other's arms, but not before I spent time on my knees and then on my back where he ate from my center as if it was a buffet.
THIRTEEN
The water met her backside each time she lowered her body onto mine. I watched in pure adoration as the beads of water glistened on her dark skin. Her body was incredible. So was her pussy. And her mouth. And her mind. Andher.
Kit was out of this fucking world and I had to have her in mine. For good. Four and a half weeks into her stay at my home and it had been made very clear where she’d stand in my life. Forefront. Center. My highest priority. I’d accomplished everything I’d ever wanted in life. Now, I wanted to accomplish her.
Learn her.
Love her.
Lead her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I moaned against her. “And, so mine.”
She nodded in approval, agreeing with me as she tried extracting my semen from me. Her pussy was magical. So was she.
“This belongs to me, Kit. You belong to me. Don’t forget it. You hear?”
“Yesssssss–”
Her shoulders rounded as I took her left breast into my mouth.
“Uhhhhh. Yesssss.”
The melodies playing lowly from the speakers were interrupted by the sound of my cell ringing on the loudspeaker. Kit froze in place. I assisted us to higher ground by pulling her down onto me and plunging into her from beneath.
