Immersion

What a lunatic. The two of them. Fucking lunatics.

The thought invaded every confine of Naija’s mind as she watched, of all people, Dax Gabriel Bradshaw loosen his tie before he began to undress in front of her.

The bedroom’s mood lighting had been set for the occasion. So had the red petals scattered across the carpet floor, along with the sensual melody playing at a low volume in the background. All to put them in the right frame of mind.

Naijawas too astounded by the sight of him going through with his girlfriend’s crazy request to fall in line just yet. Anyone who knew him––even just in passing––could say that Dax had only ever been interested in leggy blondes. Naija had never seen him dip a toe in any other color palette. Yet here he was, just four years since college, about to pretend that his dick could get hard for a black girl whose body was nothing like his ballerina girlfriend, Angelika––Angie––Reinhart.

While she’d never even thought of him that way, Naija understood exactly why most women would’ve been ecstatic to have the chance to sleep with him. Dax looked nothing short of royal. When his blonde head of curls didn’t fall around his face, they were slicked back in waves, drawing one’s attention to his piercing crystal blue eyes. His hard jawline, sculpted cheekbones, and the permanently neutral bent of his full lips affirmed his princely presence to a T.

It was the scar, though, slicing through his left eyebrow down to his eyelid, that shifted everything about him. Paired with his cold expression and the sleeve tattoo she was only now discovering, what could’ve been charming about the man settled into what earned him his college nickname.

The Dark Prince.

She’d thought it was cheesy back then, but now that she had a front row seat to his masculine presence, she understood where all those girls were coming from.

“You should probably undress as well,” said Angie.

Sitting in one corner of the room in a mini black dress with her legs crossed as though she was the one about to seduce the man, Angie smiled when Naija made eye contact with her. As if she wasn’t currently pimping out her former college roommate to her own boyfriend of six months.

Soon after Angelika divulged having a cuckolding fetish for which she had convinced Dax to participate in, Naija found herself about to sleep with the man.

Sure, there was time for her to get out of it, but what she owed Angelika far outweighed her misgivings.

Still.

What a couple of fucking lunatics.

The thought resurfaced in her mind as soon as she turned her gaze back to Dax.

Who would have thought that the man who had spent seven grueling years in higher education and made those Top 10 Hottest Young Billionaires lists two years in a row would reduce himself to this for a woman? Naija had heard somewhere that Dax Bradshaw was so obsessively in love with his new girlfriend that there was nothing he’d refuse her.

She hadn’t imagined it would be to this extent.

Seated on the edge of the bed in the hotel room Angie had booked for them, Naija moistened her lips as she watched him undress. Each movement drew her eye to separate sections of his sculpted build. Removing his crisp white shirt pulled her gaze to the way his rippling muscles moved and stretched, up to the breadth of his chest. Her eyes lingered when his fallen slacks revealed a pair of muscular thighs.

It wasn’t until she raised her gaze back to his face that she realized he wasn’t interested in looking her way. And why would he, when his girlfriend––perfectly placed to watch them fuck––was busy touching herself?

Inwardly smirking at the fact that she was essentially whoring herself out for a man whose dick would probably remain flaccid without his girlfriend in the room, Naija proceeded to remove her clothes. Once in her underwear, she moved fully atop the bed with her back to the headboard. Her eyes then went from Angie who was still touching herself, to Dax. Her jaw nearly dropped as she watched him wrap his cock in a magnum.

For the first time that evening, a flicker of genuine apprehension ran through her.

She couldn’t look away as he proceeded to climb the bed, his massive erection pointing toward her. When he touched her knees, her dark eyes shot up to collide with his blue ones, causing heat to disperse across her loins. Even when he broke eye contact to wrap his hands around her ankles, dragging her down until she was flat on her back with her legs spread on each side of his body, Naija found herself unable to stop looking into his eyes. Much more vibrant than usual, they seemed to sparkle against the red tint in his eyeballs. A tinge normally caused by tears.

There was something off about it. Something… exposed.

Fascinated by this discovery, Naija felt her pulse race as she contemplated his slightly furrowed brows. She was so busy wondering if his eyes were bloodshot because he was emotional, genuinely on the verge of tears, or if it had anything to do with her, that she didn’t notice how he’d helped remove her panties until his fingers were inside her.

Their eyes met once more, both in shock to find her wet.

“No need to go through all that,” she rasped when he began to stretch her opening.

She needed him to get it over with before things got any weirder.

Dax hesitated, glanced at Angie––who somehow sounded far more aroused than either of them were––and looked back at Naija before he slowly removed his fingers and angled his fat cockhead against her slit.

She tried not to claw at his forearms when she felt him carve a path in her inner walls. A sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, escaped her as he filled her to the brim, stretching her cunt to a painful degree. A violent shudder rocked her then, as she was faced with the intensity of the sensations he awakened within her. Electric heat burrowed through her, down to the marrow of her bones.

She’d never felt anything more painful and delightful all at once. Her eyes nearly rolled toward the back of her head as she arched off the bed when he reached so far inside her, it sent tremors down her spine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, the low husk of his voice flowing right through her bloodstream while his striking eyes met hers.

Though he sounded concerned, he seemed like he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking at. Like the sight of her, somehow, had taken him by surprise.

“Yes,” she whispered, then moaned when he used her response to swivel his hips, igniting all her nerve endings at once. “What, the fuck?!” she gasped incredulously, shocked by how powerful that felt.

“Still okay?”

“Mhmm,” her voice went into a higher pitch as a stream of shivers chased their way down her body.

It didn’t help that he hadn’t stopped pumping his hips in small rotations that made her skin tingle.

“I think I’m going to cum,” she heard Angie moan as though she was the one whose pussy was being plowed into with enough vigor to send her mind into a tailspin.

Naija felt something break inside her when Dax’s gaze moved back to Angie––a reaction she couldn’t quite make sense of despite how in tune she usually was with her own body.

It shouldn’t have bothered her. But to feel him so deep inside her while she remained unable to regain his attention made a tightness settle in her chest.

Closing her eyes, Naija withdrew within herself.

She couldn’t think of when she’d last had sex this good.

This… was new.

Thrilling.

And somehow incomplete, like she was having the moment alone.

Though she still longed for more, overwhelming pleasure soon began to flood every inch of her body, leaving no room for anything else. She was so completely lost in the new sensations he awakened inside her that she couldn’t do anything but abandon herself to him. Rolling her hips, she met him thrust for thrust, seeking nothing but to heighten the euphoria slowly consuming her.

He felt wonderful.

Like he was building something she never knew could be grown from within. He fed it with his prowess, causing her to yearn for it even more. Eager to feel him beneath her touch, she ran her hands down the ripple of his chest as ecstasy gathered inside her like distant thunder.

It wasn’t until she came undone beneath the weight of her orgasm, her moans turning into a strained cry, that she finally opened her eyes—and felt her heart leap right up to her throat.

Since when had he been looking at her?

And why was he looking at her that way?

He seemed… curious.

As if he was looking at a new human specimen, one he’d never seen before. Or like he was trying to understand something he hadn’t expected to find.

She was still catching her breath when she realized that he wasn’t actually moving, which by the feel of it, meant he must have cum while she was in the throes of passion.

“Please get off,” she whispered as she pushed against his chest, vaguely embarrassed about how much she had openly enjoyed it. “That’s enough, right?” She turned to Angie who strangely, seemed both pleased and disappointed with the outcome.

“Yes, of course,” she said nonetheless. “I’ll text you later,” she added as Naija did her best to avoid making further eye contact with Dax.