Page 9 of Vita Mia

“Ah... yeah, okay.”

“Go! I will distract them. And when they can’t find you, they won’t look. They just want me.”

“Who are they?”

“Later... I’ll explain later.”

Ryder did as she said. He went into the bathroom. And there was indeed another door. He slipped into the bedroom and then back out into the hall. The butler’s closet did indeed prove to be a stairwell. He imagined back during the old plantation days this was how the servants made it up to their master’s rooms to deliver tea or meals. He arrived in the kitchen and found it to be overrun with staff. No one took notice of him. Several servers bumped him in their hurried tasks. Ryder kept going. He went out of the door she told him of and in search of the next door by the veranda. From there it was pretty simple. He found her room with no problem. However, there was little in her room to indicate she’d spent time in it. No luggage, just a few magazines scattered on the bed.

Dejected, Ryder went to the desk and sat. He removed his glasses. He unfastened the band to his watch and at that moment realized he had recorded MiaBella and everything she said to him. His first reaction was to delete her providing insider information. But he paused and stared down at the tiny video image, fascinated by MiaBella and her openness. It wasn’t the smoking gun, but it was good. With the video footage of all the celebrities present and the gems in that room no one would question his content. He might have gotten all he needed thanks to her.

There was a sound. Voices. Ryder turned off the video feed on his watch and set it down. He stood and listened. He heard MiaBella raise her voice and speak very fast in Italian. He found that sexy. He didn’t know any black women who spoke Italian so fluently. She came inside the room and closed the door so quickly that whoever accompanied her couldn’t possibly see Ryder inside.

“You made it!” MiaBella grinned.

“Yeah, I did.”

Ryder stood like a gentleman in his tuxedo. MiaBella approached. She reached behind her and lowered the zipper to her sparkling mini-dress. It peeled away from her sexy body slowly. Beneath the dress she wore a black half bra and matching lace thong panty that reached high up her hip. He admired how the triangle of fabric barely covered her vulva and slipped between the juicy lips of her pussy. He had done nothing to earn the privilege of seeing all of her beauty. She rewarded him with a quirk of her eyebrow in response to his look of surprise. He hoped adoration flashed in his eyes and not the predatory urges surging in his loins.

Mia stopped right before him and he couldn’t even bring himself to speak her name. She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled it down to hers very slowly to slip him some tongue and sweetly tease him with a kiss. He thought to stop her, but that resistance was weakly overturned by the taste of her. In just kissing her, his face flamed hot as the sun and his ears burned. His mouth was a desert until her tongue slipped inside. And when she pressed her sexy curves up against his body he had no choice but to touch her the way he’d desired.

The kiss ended. Ryder stared in a dazed, lust filled trance.

“Do you like me?” she asked.

“Yeah, I like it.”

“No. Do you like me?” she asked.

Ryder nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I like you.”

“Then touch me like you want it; I’m yours,” she said. The statement unzipped his head and poured molten hot lava over his brain.She was his?Was that a promise, because he sure felt like it was one. Ryder lifted her petite frame into his arms and held ass cheeks in his hands. They two were perfection in his palms positioned above his groin. He wanted to lick her hot pussy and feel it’s pussy sweat over his zipper. He wanted to savor the seduction. He’d had plenty of sex with women, but never like this.

While kissing MiaBella a tiny voice whispered in his head reminding him to be careful. He didn’t know her. There were evidently risks to the setup of this place. Nothing that felt so good ever came to him without a price. But desire ruled out sensibility. He carried her to the bed. MiaBella’s arms were locked around his neck. There was such an urgency in her takedown of him it spiked his adrenaline. When he brought her on the bed she finally let him go. She only lifted slightly to release her bra clasp. Her breasts were not small or large, they were perfect for her size. He especially loved her nipples. He swiped his tongue over one and then the other before sucking and rolling her thong-panty down from her hips and shapely thighs.

“Condom,” she breathed. “Un momentoRyder,per favore.”

He glanced up and saw she was pointing to the purse on the nightstand. Ryder glanced to the purse and then her.She came prepared?There was something about that fact that dampened the mystery and innocence he loved about her. Was it all an act? Again, the voice whispered in his head to be wary and slow the passion down.

Ryder eased off her. He reached for the purse. MiaBella’s eyes seem to stretch with excitement. “You’ll need to go slow. Okay? Until I like it. That’s what Lola said.”

He wasn’t sure he heard the request. He was busy undressing. When he ripped open the condom and slid it over his upturned cock, he glanced over to see she’d scooted up against the headboard. She’d brought the pillow up to her body and covered her breasts and pussy. Her thick hair was a bit tangled instead of its smoothed flatten style framed to her face. The crimson lipstick was smeared from her mouth to her chin and cheek. Her imperfection made her even more appetizing. She was a dream. Not only had he found the truth of the Illuminati, he’d found her. He crawled across the bed to her and that shy look in her eyes matched the sweet smile to her lips. It felt genuine. Ryder snatched away the pillow and tossed it to the side. He hadn’t even asked her what her last name was, why she knew Italian fluently, and why she chose him. He didn’t care. He eased between her thighs and delivered a kiss to her lips as he thrust into her. She cried out as if he’d struck her. And the resistance he felt between her soft vaginal walls was indeed oddly gratifying.

“No! Slower, please,” she pleaded.

“Slow what—“ Ryder paused. He looked down at her curiously. Before he could question her, she reached between them and grabbed his balls and gave a hard squeeze. Ryder gasped. A surge of excitement speared his groin and he went in her again, and again. The tightness was the best part and though his thrusts became smoother. His youth made him less able to control himself. Maybe it was the place, maybe it was her, maybe it was both, but several thrusts and he ejaculated hard and fast inside of her. He dropped on top of her embarrassed. Yet she clung to him as if it were the best sex of her life. That too alarmed him. He lifted his head and looked down at her and then a cold hard truth descended on him. Her mystery, her girlish naiveté, and her sweet innocence could only mean one thing. “Please tell me you’re over eighteen?”

She nodded.

“How old are you?”

“Old enough.”

“How old?”

“I’m twenty.”

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