Page 5 of Flawless

I pull my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth, slowly dragging them out and savoring her juices. When I finish, I rock forward and pull my wallet from my back pants pocket. Wrapping my arms around her back, I remove a condom from my wallet and hand it to her.

She works on opening it with her teeth while I replace my wallet. And when she unzips my pants, pulls my dick free, and wraps her hands around me, I damn near cum on contact. It’s been eight months since I last had sex.

I’m not usually a guy who has random sex with a stranger. And I don’t usually have it unless I’m in a relationship. My last relationship ended eight months ago. She walked out of my house, taking my heart and our daughter with me.

Tonight, I’m pushing all my feelings and regrets about my failed marriage to Larisa to the back burner.

Danica lifts, allowing me to shift and slide into her. She opens wide for me and then hums.

“Mm....mm so good,” she says as I fill her up.

Sliding up and down my shaft with her arms locked around my neck, she weaves a beautiful web around me that I can’t escape if I tried.

My hands slide up the sides of her body, molding themselves to her curves and delighting in her softness.

“I don’t make a habit of this,” she says to me as she rocks back and forth and up and down.

“I want more,” I growl in a guttural moan. “Need more,” I share, sinking my teeth into the side of her neck.

“Me too,” she says, bringing her head down to capture my lips.

Every part of her feels perfect in my arms, on me, and against me. When we break our kiss, I tell her, “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, Danica.”

Her laughter is light and lilting. “I’ve heard that once or twice,” she says, winking at me.

“Can I take you home with me tonight?" I ask.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she moans as I feel her pussy convulsing around my dick. “Yes, Zenon!” she cries out as she cums, pulling me under with her.

It’s not until the next morning after she leaves my bed that I know who she is.

Supermodel Danica Maxwell, also known as, Nica.

I smile when I make the discovery. For one night, she wanted to be known for the girl that she is and not the woman the world knows and loves. It’s that first person that I instantly fell for. The one who carved a place in my heart.

1 – DANICA

“Here you go,” Tasha, my personal assistant, says, handing me a water bottle along with the two pink pills.

I swallow them and unscrew the cap. Turning the bottle up to my lips, I use the water to chase the pills down as Camyrn, my hairstylist, puts the finishing touches on my hair.

The door opens, and a cool breeze blows in along with Marie Crowder, my executive producer. The beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed woman pushes her away through the team working on my appearance and stares quizzically at me for a moment.

She sniffs and then says, “Remember, don’t ask her anything about the divorce. That’s off-limits right now, and her husband’s lawyer is looking for her to screw up. She’s got a couple of billion riding on this thing.”

“I know, I know.”

“I’m serious, Dani. I know that it’s what everyone wants to hear right now, but I’ve promised her that we wouldn’t discuss it,” she says, taking one hand off her hip to squeeze my shoulder.

“Okay, I hear ya loud and clear.”

“Good. It’s time for you to take your place,” Marie says, breezing back out of the room in her peach, caftan blouse and black, wide-legged pants.

I stand and remove the dressing robe that covers my white, off-the-shoulder jumpsuit. Nicole, my dresser, bends down to puff out the wide-leg pants before stepping back and giving her nod of approval.

“Dani, these gold sandals are chef’s kiss. They’re just what this outfit needs,” she says, kissing the tips of her fingers and splaying them out at me.

“Thanks, Nic. You know I trust your style, girl. You’re the only one that I trust to dress me.”

---