The visual stimulation from watching their bodies mesh into one blend of hard and soft, as well as the ecstatic high of having those tiny, eager vaginal muscles contracting around him had Nick’s eyes blinking back spots. Shit. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He arched his back, pushed deeper into her and angling until he popped through that favorite spot that had her screeching his name. Hell yes baby, Nick thought as he grunted out loud in triumph while Keyonna started to twitch above him.
“Oh Nick! Oh fuck!” Keyonna let out on a shriek. Nick held on to her quavering hips as her orgasm hit her with full force. He couldn’t look away from her beautiful face, his expression creasing in its own grimace of agony and pleasure. Not a second too soon, Nick let go with several convulsive blasts of seed filling up her fiery, slippery sheathe. Together, they glided over the raging storm on wispy sails, the sound of their joined heartbeats pounding in their ears. Unbelievable, he must have said out loud. Or was it Keyonna who spoke? It didn’t matter. He knew she’d agree with him. What a way to celebrate five incredible years together.
They shared a frisky shower, and then sat down to dinner which was thankfully, not ruined. Then came the gifts to suit the occasion of their fifth anniversary. Keyonna was touched by Nick’s thoughtful presents, and he was undoubtedly pleased with his. They kissed tenderly in the moonlight on the balcony of their home and wrapped their arms around each other’s waist, reliving that first ever night when Keyonna’s lips on his had triggered what would be, they believed, a life-long enchantment. And they both couldn’t wait to discover what more life held in store.
The End
Prologue
Mairi
I kept my mouth shut, eyes squeezed tight as I concentrated on not breathing even as my face was smashed against the glass bowl of the overflowing sink. If Farah Jenkins didn’t let me up soon, I’d probably be the first girl in history to die of drowning in a high school sink.
Farah pushed me down harder. My throat was on fire now, and as the pressure inside me built higher and higher, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I---#p#分页标题#e#
Aah! Even as Farah kept her painful grip on my hair as she finally let me up, I didn’t mind, too busy gulping in oxygen. I tried to struggle out of her hold, but it wasn’t easy since Farah’s goons in skirts also had a hold on me, their fingers clamped around my wrists. I tried getting out of their death grips, but it was impossible. Jesus, these girls were strong. What did they freaking do during glee practice anyway? Bench press while working on their duets?
“Look at me, you little whore!”
I did as she asked. She didn’t really give me a choice as she yanked my head back. Our gazes met through the mirror. Farah looked absolutely perfect, not a single strawberry blond strand out of place. Her goons looked as impossibly good, their makeup giving their skins a glossy feel.
In contrast, I looked like a drowned rat, the anemic type, my pale skin turning even whiter under the bright fluorescent bulbs of the school’s toilet.
“Do you really think Stavros would want someone like you?”
And someone like me meant…what? Someone who actually ate enough to weigh more than my backpack?
I wanted to ask for clarification, but by then she had dunked my head back into the overflowing sink. This time, she pushed too hard, cracking my head against the side of the sink. When she pulled me up, we all saw the tiny gash of red on my forehead.
“Shit, Farah! That’s going to leave evidence!” Mary Anne, Farah’s best friend, immediately let go of my wrist, leaping away from me at the sight.
Farah looked a little queasy herself, but she still didn’t release me like the others. She saw my gaze straying towards the wall clock, which told me there were still ten long minutes to go before the end of lunch break.
A mix of resentment and fear twisted her face into something terrible before her fingers suddenly dug deep. I wondered if this time she intended to carve out her name on my scalp.
“Are you thinking of running away and asking Stavros for help?” she screamed at my face. “Do you think he’ll listen to a gold digger like you?”
I was not a gold digger. I just knew I was meant to be the wife of a hot Greek billionaire. That was all. But I couldn’t afford to say that, not with Farah’s twisted face too close for comfort. I’d rather pass out than waste my first kiss on her.
Farah was still screaming. “If you think I’m going to just stand aside and let you leech off Stavros, then you’re crazy. You’ll never have him, you lying, cock-sucking, money-grabbing---”
She spewed out more insults, sounding more like a ghetto baby than our high school’s Glee Club president. My mind began to drift away, distancing itself from reality. Now would probably be the right time for me to get mad, but I just couldn’t. I was raised by two of the kindest and most intellectual beings on earth. If someone did something shitty to me, my first instinct would be to create a petition against the injustice of that act in Change.org.