Christmas with My Enemy (Feuding Hearts Christmas)

Chapter 8

eight

TATI

I roll from under the sheet to find that Jamal isn't next to me. There's no mint smell in the air. It looks like he never came in here to sleep. I let out a yawn and watch the peaceful billowing of the window curtain. I rub my sleepy eyes and yawn. Jamal promised not to throw me out, but can I take his word for it?

I get off the bed and stretch, eliciting a snapping sound from my neck. My stomach rumbles with hunger. It's been hours since I ate anything.

"What a crazy night!" From feeling on top of the world, everything had crashed in a twinkle. It's a pity that my father's men had to ruin what was a special night for me.

I'm almost at the door when a gentle knock sounds.

"Tati?"

"Yeah."

"Are you dressed? Can I come in?"

"Dude, my life is in your hands. I've got nothing to hide from you."

Jamal chuckles, and the door creaks open. He stands at the threshold, his grey undershirt settling immaculately on his built body. That mint fragrance tickles my nostril again. Damn, I missed it.

Jamal's eyes rove from my face to my nipples, which stand firm against the silk fabric of the night dress.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Nah, kept getting nightmares. I dreamt someone broke in and took me back home. Felt so real."

Jamal places an assuring hand on my shoulder. "No one will attack you here. It's my safe haven."

"Okay, I trust you." I exhale, looking for a way to relieve this sexual tension between us. It’s not that dudes didn’t try, I always thought it would be cool to share something special with my husband. But my father ruined that dream for me too. “Uh…which do you prefer Jamal or Beast.”

“Beast.”

“Beast,” escapes in a whisper.

Somehow his dark eyes get blacker. His head tips forward, and the power of his presence should scare me, but I’m not scared of Beast. I feel like I’m home with him. And I’ve never had this feeling with anyone before.

The closer Beast gets, the deeper his influence on my body. My body tenses as I watch him peer at my erect nipples.

"You really want it?" He asks. My eyes are fixed on his lips as he talks.

"From the first time I saw you."

“Me too.”

As soon as he says those words, Beast reaches out and holds my shoulder, pulling me in for a kiss. My heart flops as we fall into a tangle on the bed. We're starting from where we left it the previous night.

Beast pulls my dress over my head and tosses it on the floor. He focuses on my breasts and settles his lips on my nipples right away.

"Oww." My bum clenches. I feel like doing butt bridges as pleasure shoots up my body. Beast doesn't stop. His hand slips under my panties and lodges on my clit. The gentleness of his touches makes me more aroused.

Beast gets my panties out of the way and kisses my inner thighs, making me moan and shudder. My teeth descend hard on my lower lips as I struggle to hold back the moans. Beast's probing forefinger locates my clit and rubs delicately.

"Damn, you're torturing me." I don't care if anyone hears me. My body is on fire!"Fuck me, Beast. Get that kitty."

"Imma take my time."

He replaces his finger with his tongue, lapping at my juices and teasing my clit. His tongue strokes the length of my vulva. I feel an itch in my head, somewhere impossible to scratch. A subdued moan rolls out of my lips as his finger slides into me. It's thick and filling. I grab the bedclothes and squeeze hard. That's thicker than anything I ever got into myself. It goes in and out of me now. The pain is sharp, and I feel like I'll have a bad cramp when all of this is over, but now I'm focusing on the pleasure.

Beast goes from one finger to two, and he turns up the pace at which he finger fucks me. With every passing moment, I feel more pleasure. The pain is deferred.

"Are you ready for me?" Beast whispers while wagging his finger in the air. It’s dripping with my juices.

"Take me. I want all of you."

Beast frees his cock from his pants and stroke it against my entrance. He pulses against me, and I bite my lips in anticipation of him inside me. Then he slides in, the entry is not smooth, but after a bit of shoving and going back, he gets into me. And I feel that pleasure. It’s everything I ever thought it would be and more.

"Damn!"

Beast grips my waist and thrust, moving slowly, filling me up and pulling back. It's a blissful pleasure. I want to scream at him to go faster, but I'm too filled with pleasure to shout. He lifts my legs to his shoulder and goes balls deep into me. His groans are music to my ears. I feel him expanding inside me and thrusting harder. By now, I'm no longer discreet with my moans. The pleasure is too damaging, too nerve-racking. Just as I feel the build-up of pleasure getting to a new height, Beast pulls out of me and flicks sweat off his forehead.

"Why did you stop?" I whimper.

Beast replies by turning me over until my ass is facing him. Then he slides into me again. My eyes roll in their sockets, and my teeth are bared. The pleasure is too wild, too unfamiliar. I want to scream, and I also want to stay silent and enjoy the waves of pleasure washing up against my body.

He grabs my ass tightly and slides in and out of me, pumping hard. I feel like I'm floating toward bliss. If the first time can be this sweet, how will the other times be? Beast went in harder and faster. The sound of our bodies smacking together fills the room. I close my eyes and soak in the pleasure. I want it all!

"This is so good!" Beast groans. His grip on my waist is tighter, and his thrusts are deeper. I know he's approaching his orgasm, so I throw my ass back to catch up with him. I don't want to be left alone; the ultimate pleasure I seek is still far away.

After two more strokes, Beast lets it all into me. The warmth from that release is unlike anything I've ever experienced. Beast taps my ass and pulls out of me. A feeling of emptiness washes over me, and I try to make up for that lost feeling by rubbing my clit. The wave of pleasure begins to build again. If I keep at it, I may be able to complete a solo journey to cloud nine.

A creaking sound goes off on the bed, and Beast sleeps next to me. I expect him to nod into sleep, but he doesn't. He circles his hand around mine and takes over stroking my clit. His strokes are gentler, giving more pleasure. My moans become louder than ever. I rest my back against Beast's broad chest, enjoying the wonderful things his fingers were doing to me.

Without warning, Beast settles his hands on my thigh and lifts it, then sets his penis at my entrance. He slides into me and begins to thrust again. The combination of his thrusts and his finger moving on my clit is too much to resist. Soon, I'm thrashing against him, crying to be fucked harder, uttering beautiful nonsense. Beast is consistent with his strokes; they are not too fast. It's mind-blowing.

Beast holds me tighter and thrusts deeper. Now, I feel like I'm edging toward an unstoppable orgasm. I hold my bedclothes and arch harder. Beast goes deeper into me, digging hard, exploring the deepest channels of pleasure.

"Don't fucking stop!" I moan, spreading my legs to take him as deeper as possible.

"I don't intend to," Beast moans back. His hands tease my clit, like a DJ scratching discs.

"Fuck me!" I yell and take all of him in me. We stay in that position for a long while, and I finally escape into the skies, unbound by the shackles of my limitations. I'm in the sky, flying, flush with pleasure, feeling an upwelling of satisfaction. I've always chased orgasm with my fingers, and I got it my first time with Beast.

"That was good?" Beast's voice is a tired drone.

"Absolutely."

We curl up against each other. His dick is still hard and inside my pussy. From the look of things, we'll fuck each other all night. And I'm all for it. I've always heard that the first time comes with intense pain. But for now, all I've known is pleasure and lots of it.