Kamara’s POV
When Chantelle said she got the almighty Diego to agree to fourteen more days of rest, I almost didn’t believe it and expected that he might put a call through and rain curses on me for disregarding him, but to my surprise he never called until the week was complete. I thought I already had enough time to get prepared. But here I am feeling the urge to run for my life and never come back.
We picked the days and agreed to spend two nights together. I couldn’t stand to be with him in an enclosed space with him. My heart kept thumping like it would leap out of its cage. I reached for my bag and searched inside for the vodka Chantelle had slipped inside. She advised that I get drunk to get it over with. I checked the time and it seems like he won’t arrive as early as expected.
I am not much of an alcohol fan, but it appears I have no other choice now. Unscrewing the cover, I chugged down the content ignoring the harsh feeling in my throat, and drank half of it. I shut my eyes tightly feeling like I will puke. Closing the bottle quickly, I put it back in the bag and the door opened at the same time.
Diego didn’t say a word when he entered and went ahead to undress himself. It didn’t take long for the alcohol to set in.
“Are you ready?” He asked like it was the hardest sentence he had ever had to say out loud.
I shook my head. Not ashamed to admit that I wish I was nowhere near this scene.
“Truth is, I don’t care about how you feel and this is something I don’t wish to do.” He uttered. I should have known he couldn’t care less. “I am high and I think watching some raw porn would do it for us.”
I hate to do this, but I can’t help but agree with him. “T…that is good,” I said with a tight gulp.
Diego sniffed the air. “Are you drunk?”
I laughed lightly. “Do I look like it?”
“You really are drunk.” He said climbing onto the bed. “Let’s share a phone, that will make it more intimate.”
The word intimate sounded teasing in my ears. I haven’t had sex since I parted ways with Brandon and I consider watching porn a stretch. Instead, I kept my mind busy with creating designs. With my drunken state and this strange man that smells so masculine, I can feel my pussy breathe on its own. Chantelle is so crazy to have given me the alcohol. I can’t seem to understand the state of my body.
Diego went ahead to play the video and my nipples became hard all at once. I would really get pregnant tonight with the way my body aches for some strong touch. The lady’s moan and the man’s merciless thrust made my clit race hard in desire and I can feel my juices making their way into my panties.
I moved closer to him, inhaling his smell out of nowhere. “You smell so good.” I drawled. “What is the name of your perfume?”
His icy gray eyes met with mine and it made me melt on the spot. “Night.” He replied in a cold tone, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.
“Ohhh. That is so nice. Dark night, just like your personality.” I cooed, bending my head to catch his scent more. Like someone possessed, I sucked on his nipple enjoying the contrast between my warm mouth and his cold skin.
He pushed my head back slightly. “What are you doing, Kamara?”
He asked amidst the loud moan bursting from the phone speaker.
I blinked slowly, smiling seductively. I love how my name rolls off his tongue like it’s the most beautiful name to ever exist. I trailed a finger down his hard body and abs.
“You work out,” I stated the obvious.
“Do you know what you are getting yourself into?” Diego asked.
I scoffed, hiccuping. “Do I have any other choice? It’s not like I will remember this morning. This would be tagged as a one-night stand.” I winked, feeling my eyes close together refusing to open.
My eyes went back to the phone screen and this time the lady has her back bent over and all her juices covered his dick as he pulled at her hair making her grip the bedsheet tightly while he thrust his entire length into her. My legs shook hard as another round of juices spluttered from my pussy. As much as I don’t want to be the first to make a move my entire body yearns for him right now.
“Aren’t you hard?” I asked.
His voice seemed to be on a deeper level. “Why? Do you want me now?”
I giggled. “Do you want me to beg?”
“Yeah, ladies always do.”
“But I am not every lady.” I mused, twisting my legs in desperate pleasure. The persistent moan kept messing with my head. “Are we going to just be here watching each other?”
“I want to be sure you are ready.”
Without a word, I got down from the bed keeping my eyes on him closely. Before undressing slowly. My legs were becoming weaker with the intensity of my horniness. Coupled with my ovulation, all that I can think of is getting laid. Getting naked to the last of the fabric, my head felt woozy when I climbed onto the bed. Crawling seductively towards him, I can see his hard gulp even in my drunken state.
“I am glad you like what you see.”
A faint smile settled on his face. “I can’t deny that. I am a male after all. Do you intend to keep this energy tomorrow night too?” He asked.
I cackled. “Of course. The vodka still remains half. Would be just enough.” Rather than reach for him. I lay on my back with my limbs spread out still listening to the loud moans from the phone. I have a feeling one thrust will make me orgasm.
The last thing I sensed was his weight on me and the hard shaft drilling my insides.