Roshon Fegan as Zion Nash 

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Stuck on You: Kapitel Einundzwanzig

It had been a week and a half.

Everything was going smoothly.

Emilia was shopping and spending everyone's money. The only difference was that she was doing it from her hospital bed.

Riocard was dead.

I was ecstatic as fuck when Alex told me that they pulled the crisp corpse of what was supposed to be Riocard Luzardi out of the cellar once they put out the fire. They took my statement on what happened and the case was closed immediately. My father was given compensation for his wound and pain and suffering. Even if he said that he was fine and was deemed great to go back to work, Xenon wasn't having it.

I mean, if he didn't want the money, I sure would take it.

Me?

I was fine. I was almost finished healing. My stitches weren't of need anymore, but I still kept them in. My arm was fully healed after being taken out of its sling. The flesh wound was almost dissolved into my skin. I just couldn't go back to work until Xenon deemed me good enough to. It was maddening because that meant that I was spending all my time with Santiago. He was adamant that Ivory and I stay with him for the time being. He was paranoid that something was still out there, but nothing had happened since Riocard was killed by yours truly. 

This bad motherfucker right here.

I didn't understand why he was freaking out so much. I could handle myself. 

"Why?" I banged my head against his mahogany headboard, sinking further into the silk grey sheets. Santiago had all but forced me to shower for 30 minutes and I felt squeaky clean and pruney. It was an uncomfortable feeling. It was also awkward because I could feel my hormones acting up as I washed myself, knowing that he was only a few feet away. It had been an extremely long time since I got laid. 

Shoot me.

"Santiago..." I groaned out, bored as all hell. Ivory was on leave for a few weeks from school so they could deepen their security, so she hung out with my father on most days, or with Terrence. I could tell that he had taken a shine to her. "That's my name," A voice drawled out as the bathroom door opened, steam pooling around his muscular calves. My hungry eyes trailed up those sinful legs, up to white towel wrapped around his waist, up to those mouthwatering abs that dripped with water, up to those meaty pecs, those thicks arms and finally, up to that knowing smirk. He was a delicious morsel of chocolate and he knew it. 

"Like what you see, Anthony?" He leaned against the frame of the door, winking at me. I gulped audibly, wondering where my water went. I needed to quench my thirst immediately. I looked away, butthole clenching. I had to change the subject quick or I was going to drive myself crazy with lust. "Why do I have to stay here?" I mumbled,  folding my arms, hating that he looked so cravingly sexy without trying. He arched one of those sexy brows, unfazed by my words. "This is for me to make sure that my precious cargo is safe." He stated casually and I blushed, my eyes turning to him. I was a bit amused at his words, but he wasn't going to sweet talk this over.

"So? I'm grown. I'm older than you, if I may add," I growled lowly and he looked at me like I was spouting bullshit that didn't matter. "This matters because?" He tilted his head, not seeing what I was seeing. Sigh. I had to use certain tactics? "What's in it for me?" The words left my mouth before I could even think and the atmosphere of the room turned dark and heated as he gazed at me, chocolate orbs heightening in need.

"Hmm," Santiago hummed in that deep voice of his as he inched closer and closer to me, the towel dipping low on his deep v-line. His gaze traveled from my eyes to my lips. "I can think of a few things." I swallowed the air stuck in my throat as he crawled on the bed, approaching me, eyes slit and narrowed as if he planned to devour me. It wasn't too long before he was hovering over me, staring straight into my eyes with fervor. I could smell the earthy scent of his body wash as he loomed over me, his pearly whites doing nothing to diminish his hot and brutal masculinity. I could feel my body heating up as we both knew where this was going; a moment of time long overdue.

But before we crossed that line once more, I had to make sure of one thing first.

I put a hand up to his warm chest, shivering at the feeling. He raised a brow as he motioned for me to get on with it. I bit my lip, unsure of how to ask. "We never did put a title to what we were, did we?" I murmured, my voice dripping low with insecurity peeking its way through. I looked everywhere but him, fiddling with my blanket. "Didn't I tell you, Anthony?" He chuckled darkly as he kissed down from my ear to my neck, gripping my hips to keep me rooted as I moaned softly. "I'll never let you go."

I could feel my walls clenching as his deep voice ricocheted throughout my ears, his warm hand reaching out to caress the skin of my nipples, enticing a cry from me. "That's it, lemme hear you," He whispered, tongue coming out to wet my skin as he nipped and nipped, gradually getting lower and lower, his body pinning mine to the bed. This was inevitable. This was something we both needed. He kissed down my collarbone, leaving purplish marks as he went. His gaze never left mine and I could feel myself hitching a breath at how hot he looked. His snickers rumbled on me and I bit my lip, wondering what that mouth do. 

His hot hands heated up my sides as his lips latched onto a nipple, inducing a loud moan from me. I arched my back as his warm tongue swirled around the bud, odd sensations coursing up my spine. "Ah, shit!" He was in between my legs and there were nowhere that I could go, even if I wanted to. His hands stroked my stomach so sensually and it made me tell myself that I would make sure my stomach always looked this good if he continued stroking me like that. He began to grind himself against me, the towel unraveling slowly. Shit!

The room was boiling now, fuming with the heat of our lust for each other. Sparks were zinging everywhere and nothing was getting me off other than seeing my debauched expression conveyed in those cocoa orbs. "Santi!" I bucked my hip up as he squeezed and tugged on my lonely nipple, causing me to groan. "Fuck, you're turning me on right now," I whispered in a soft tone, biting my lips as my hole gushed with liquid. Shit, I was getting wet now. Santiago removed the covers from in between us, moving down me. My stomach trembled under his touch, anticipating more. His breath tickled as he smirked, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he slipped my boxers down.

He held my thighs in his hand as he spread my legs apart, exposing my innermost essence to him. "Damn, you're ready for me," His voice was dark and husky and it was sending tremors down my body, threatening to make me cum right here and right now. He licked his lips and all of a sudden, his mouth immediately sucking in all of my juices. I nearly shot off of the bed when I felt his warm tongue licking and lapping inside of me. God, I wanted to push his head further, feel him all up in me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head once I felt his hands gripping my hips tightly, bruises sure to be there in the morning. He had no idea what he was doing to me, how undeniably good he made me feel. 

He entered one of his thick fingers and I all but spasmed against the bed. Fuck, he was making me feel so good! Another digit was inserted inside of me, making my back arch once those fingers hit that spot inside of me. "Fuck!" I began to bounce up and down, clenching on those fingers. I didn't even notice him slipping in another one, stretching me oh so beautifully. His thumb came down to press on my cherry nub, causing me to buck my hips. 

"I think you're ready for me," His fingers were removed from the inside of me and I whimpered at the loss. His voice was dripping in insane lust as he carefully treaded upward, his heavy stare not leaving my disheveled figure as he stood. He licked his lips free of my juices, winking at me.

I took in the beautiful sight that was Santiago Andre Luzardi, body different than eight years ago, fuller, sexier, muscular. I wanted to reach out and bite it. I raked his body like a crazed hungry man, knowing that it had been too long since I had my fill of him. I had him only once, and he rocked my world. He smirked deviously at me as his hands untangled the white towel, the cloth falling to the ground behind him. I gulped as I absorbed his beauty. He revealed his dark and shiny skin, wet with water droplets. His bulging biceps that flexed with every moment, wanting to be in my grasp. All the water in my body came out of my mouth as I trailed his hot body, core stirring as I landed on his big as fuck dick. He reached down, grasping my chin as he shifted it to meet his eyes, them full of dominance and I gulped, not taking my eyes off of his erection. 

The last time I saw it, it didn't look like this. I saw a black, thick and long cock hanging between his legs as it bobbed up in down. Its tip was red and spongy, with two silver balls protruding from it monstrously. It throbbed visibly, pre-cum dribbling out of it and I wanted to lick it on my lips. It was engorged and I caught myself reaching out for it. "What's that?" I pointed breathlessly to the two balls, wincing. "Oh, this?" He reached down to grasp his thick meat, smirking at me. "It's my Prince Albert." I swallowed, wondering if that was going to hurt me. I sighed heavenly as it bobbed back and forth with his movements.

"I got you love," He used my legs to pull me towards him, the head of his cock catching onto my hole as he slid it between me. I shivered, body quivering at the feeling of it. "Don't be a tease, you ass." I muttered with a bite of my lips, wanting him to enter me and fill me up with his cum. I could feel the cold silver balls running along my bare flesh and I hissed, the cool feeling causing unwarranted sensations. His dick was coated in my fluids as he tapped me, letting me know that he was done playing games. I held onto him as he breached me, eyes widening.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, fuck, shit, agh," I moaned as I let my head fall onto the pillow beneath me, clenching my teeth as I gradually got fuller and fuller. Santiago hissed, letting out curses as he gripped my hips, yanking me towards him. It had been so long, too fucking long. "God damn, you're fucking tight," He bit his luscious lip as he rotated his hips, spreading me further. 

He thrust deep inside of me and I let out a silent gasp, his hands coming up to yank my head backward, exposing my neck to him. He immediately attached his fiery and hot lips to my throat. I clutched at his biceps because oh my fucking god—

Santiago had just sucked harder and harder on my neck, tugging at my hair as he did and I couldn't stop the shrieks that came out of my throat. I had hoped that I wasn't the only one affected by this. I flicked my teary gaze to him, noticing that he was breathing wildly and looking down at me like he was sure that he was going to eat me alive. He looked like he was slowly going insane. He was trying to keep that rein in on his animalistic urges and I bit my lip, knowing that would be the trigger.

"You'll learn to quit playing with me, Anthony," There was a sense of feral sadism peeking through his resonance of seduction as I squeaked, feeling something foreign hitting my sweet spot. I felt so full, stretched. I panted as he rammed violently in me, not giving me the chance to recuperate or breathe. I was just laying here, taking everything that he was giving me. I couldn't stop the drool from leaving my lips nor could I stop the ring of curses leaving my mouth as I arched my back, giving in to my burning desire.

Beneath him, I gasped as he fucked me through the sheets. He used that opportunity to slip his tongue inside of my mouth, delving further and further. Our tongues swirled around in dominance but it was clear as he held down to the bed, that he won. He put a hand on my neck, pulling it up so that he could taste all of me. Damn, what was he doing to me? He was drinking me in, leaving me with nothing but the feeling being boneless. He set me on fire, his hands moving to grip my ass. He squeezed, pulled them apart and smashed them together, watching me unravel undone under him. My nails dug into the meat of his shoulders as he pounded away at me relentlessly.

Waves of pleasure coated my core as I screeched, unsure of what to do with myself. It had been so long since I experienced this feeling and my body was crying out, screaming for more of this chocolate daddy. I grabbed onto his hair, yanking it and pulling it close, wanting to feel more of his heat. He continued to ram at a rapid rate, hitting that same sweet spot. My toes were curling in as I let my hands fall, twisting them in the sheets beneath us. I couldn't stop myself from howling, he was doing so much to me. "Fuck me, Santi!" I held my legs wide and apart, letting him ravish me in every which way.

He was fucking me so hard, I could feel the headboard rattling behind me. The bed was squeaking with each thrust of his, his groans echoing in my ear as he licked and nipped at any skin he could touch. He was making feel so high, my walls tightening around his thick cock. His PA piercing kept sliding against that spot, sending shivers up and down my spine. I had missed this feeling.

I was going to cum soon. 

And it was going to be massive.

I could feel my vision getting cloudy and blurry with black dots coating it as I arched my back, scratching at his back. "Cum for me, Anthony," He whispered sensually in my ear, his tongue flicking against my earlobe and good god almighty, that it was all it took for me to burst for the first time in eight years. My legs quivered as my body convulsed, my core tightening and releasing on impact. My mouth opened up in a silent scream, those dark eyes never leaving mine. I let myself go, my juices coating his erection inside of me. I panted hard, slowly coming down from my high as Santiago positioned himself over me once more. "Huh?" I was still delirious, but I could see his evil grin.

"I have eight years to make up for,, Anthony," He licked his lips hungrily as his gaze traveled from my eyes to my open mouth, staring daggers at my lips. 

"So let's get started."