"Birth control Avery?!" Chaney asked with wide eyes as responded to her best friends news. After returning home from vacation, Avery made the decision to get a quarterly contraceptive injection.
"I have no intentions of sleeping around, but after meeting Omar and everything that happened in Turks and Caicos, I figured it made sense." Avery shrugged, taking a sip of her wine. The way she saw it, it was definitely better for her to be safe than sorry.
Chaney stared at Avery for a moment, her mind trying to process the sudden revelation. She had always known her best friend to be cautious and responsible, but this decision seemed to catch her off guard. "I mean, I get it," Chaney finally said, trying to sound understanding. "It's just... unexpected, you know?"
Avery nodded, understanding Chaney's surprise. "I know it's not my usual style, but there was something different about Omar," she explained. "We connected on a deeper level than I thought."
Chaney leaned back in her chair, contemplating Avery's words. She couldn't deny that her friend deserved all the happiness in the world, but she couldn't help but question. "But Turks and Caicos was just a vacation," Chaney pointed out. "Are you sure this isn't just a whirlwind romance?"
"Then so be it," Avery sighed.
Even if she didn't see Omar past this weekend, it was her choice to make and her own memories to be made.
It was a late and rather chilly Thursday evening and although Omar had asked her to spend the weekend initially, he'd since asked if she was able to fly out to Vegas instead of the following evening.
With her bosses blessing, Avery was bringing some of her work with her to Vegas, regardless of how confident she was that she'd get any done.
He'd chartered a private plane for her and arranged for a car to pick her up from her place and bring her to the airport.
"Avery, I just don't want you to get hurt." Chaney said, her voice laced with sincerity as she reached across the island to hold her hand. "I'd hate to see you go into this with expectations, only for you to get hurt."
In all honesty aside from great sex, Avery didn't have any expectations of Omar. During their time together he treated her with nothing but respect, she'd never felt awkward or uncomfortable in his presence.
After a google session a few nights ago, Avery and her friends realized just how big a deal Omar was. Not only was he regarded as one of the current best, he also held a level of celebrity and status.
"I promise you I won't," Avery smiled as she squeezed Chaney's hand before letting it go again. "Now, enough of this sappy shit, my bag isn't packed yet and the car will be here soon to take me to the airport."
Getting up from her seat at the island, Avery led Chaney upstairs to her bedroom so she could help her decide on what she should pack for her weekend in Vegas.
As they stood in front of Avery's open suitcase, Chaney couldn't help but feel excited for her best friend. "You know, Vegas is a whole different vibe," Chaney smirked, as she scanned through Avery's wardrobe. "Everything is sexier in Sin City."
Biting down on her bottom lip, Avery reached into her closet pulling out a figure hugging sleeveless dress that stopped mid-thigh, it accentuated every curve she had, including the rounding of her nipples in the absence of a bra.
"This should definitely turn some heads," Avery chuckled, holding up the dress for Chaney to see. "What do you think?"
Chaney's eyes widened with approval as she nodded. "Oh, absolutely! That dress is perfect for a night out in Vegas. You'll definitely make a statement."
Avery grinned, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. She couldn't deny that she was looking forward to the adventure that awaited her in Sin City. It was a chance to let loose, have some fun, and maybe even discover something new about herself.
As they continued to pack Avery's suitcase, Chaney couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with curiosity, "So, have you two talked about what this weekend in Vegas means for you guys?"
Avery paused for a moment, considering Chaney's question. "Not explicitly," she admitted. "But I think we both understand that this is just a weekend of fun and getting to know each other better. We're not putting any pressure on it."
Chaney nodded, understanding her friend's perspective. "That's probably for the best," she agreed. "Just enjoy the moment and see where it takes you."
With her suitcase finally packed, Avery zipped it up and turned to face Chaney, a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. "I'm ready," she declared, a determination evident in her voice. "Ready to embrace the unknown and see where this journey leads me."
Chaney smiled, enveloping Avery in a tight hug. "I couldn't be happier for you," she whispered. "Just remember to stay true to yourself, and don't forget to have the time of your life."
Avery hugged her back, feeling grateful for having such a supportive friend by her side. "I won't forget," she promised, her voice filled with determination. "This weekend is about letting go of expectations and embracing the adventure."
With one last squeeze, Chaney released her grip and stepped back. "Go on, Vegas is waiting for you," she said, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "Make some incredible memories, Avery."
Avery took a deep breath, feeling a surge of adrenaline as she made her way downstairs to meet the car that would take her to the airport. Chaney followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing through the empty hallway.
As they reached the front door, Avery turned to Chaney with a smile. "Thank you for everything," she said sincerely. "For being there for me and supporting me through this. I couldn't have done it without you."
Chaney smiled back, her eyes shimmering with pride. "You don't have to thank me," she replied. "That's what best friends are for. Now go, have the time of your life in Vegas. And don't forget to bring me back a souvenir!"
Avery laughed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. With a final wave goodbye, she stepped outside and into the awaiting car. As it drove away, she watched Chaney standing in the doorway, her best friend's support giving her the boost of confidence she needed.
As the car sped towards the airport, Avery's heart raced with anticipation. She couldn't help but wonder what the weekend had in store for her. It was a blank canvas, ready to be filled with unforgettable moments and exhilarating experiences.
In the midst of all the excitement, Avery made a promise to herself. She would embrace every opportunity that came her way, savoring each moment and living life to the fullest. This weekend in Vegas was just the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one filled with adventure, self-discovery, and the endless possibilities of the unknown.
By the time the jet was ready for Avery to board, the sun had already set over the bustling city of Atlanta. She settled into her plush seat on the private jet, her heart still pounding with anticipation. As the plane taxied down the runway, Avery couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led her here. It had been a whirlwind of emotions, from meeting Omar in Turks and Caicos to making the spontaneous decision to join him in Vegas. But now, as she looked out at the twinkling lights of the city below, she felt a sense of exhilaration and freedom.
As the plane took off, Avery leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, letting the hum of the engines lull her into a state of calm. She knew that this weekend would be unlike anything she had experienced before. It was a chance to let go of her inhibitions, to explore her desires and embrace her own pleasure.
As the plane soared through the night sky, Avery couldn't help but imagine the possibilities that awaited her in Vegas. The vibrant nightlife, the luxurious hotels, the endless entertainment options - it was a city that never slept, and neither would she. She was determined to make the most of every moment, to create memories that would last a lifetime.
The flight seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and before she knew it, the plane was descending towards the bright lights of Las Vegas. As the wheels touched down on the runway, Avery's heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was the beginning of her adventure.
As she stepped down the stairs of the plane, Avery noticed a sleek black Maybach parked a few feet away, her heart skipped a beat as the drivers door opened and Omar stepped out, his muscular body hidden behind a grey sweatsuit and white Nike sneakers.
He flashed her a charming smile, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Welcome to Vegas, Avery," he said, his voice smooth and alluring. "I'm happy you could join me."
Avery felt a rush of excitement as she approached Omar, her steps quickening. She couldn't help but notice how effortlessly attractive he looked, even in his casual attire. This weekend was going to be unforgettable, she could feel it in her bones.
"Thank you for arranging everything," Avery replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm ready for whatever Vegas has in store for us."
As she reached him Omar's eyes fell to her plump lips, his gaze alluring as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her mouth.
Avery's heart skipped a beat as she melted into the kiss, feeling a surge of desire radiate through her body. She had never experienced a connection like this before, and it was both thrilling and exhilarating.
When they finally pulled apart, their lips still tingling from the kiss, Omar's smile widened. "I'm glad you make it, I missed your lips."
Avery blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She had been looking forward to this trip, but she hadn't expected such an intense moment right from the start. "I missed you too," she admitted, her voice slightly breathless.
Omar took her hand and led her towards the awaiting car. "We have a few things planned for this weekend," he said, his tone filled with anticipation. "But first, I'm gonna take back to my place and make dinner for us."
As she stood there, taking in the grandeur of the mansion, Avery couldn't help but feel a mix of astonishment and curiosity. She had known Omar to be successful, but she hadn't expected his home to be this extravagant.
Omar noticed her awe-struck expression and smiled. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness.
Avery chuckled, feeling a sense of comfort in Omar's presence. "It's beautiful," she replied, genuinely impressed. "I can only imagine it's even prettier inside."
Omar opened the front door and gestured for her to enter. As Avery stepped inside, her eyes widened even further. The interior was even more stunning than the exterior, with high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and tastefully decorated rooms.
"I thought we could have dinner in the dining room," Omar suggested, leading the way. "I set the table and prepared a special menu just for you." He smirked over his shoulder.
Avery followed him, her heart pounding with excitement. She couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Omar's thoughtfulness and attention to detail. It was clear that he had put a lot of effort into making this evening memorable for her.
As they reached the dining room, Avery's eyes widened once again. The table was beautifully set, with crystal glasses, and a centerpiece of fresh roses. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.
Omar pulled out a chair for Avery, his eyes filled with admiration. "Please, have a seat," he said, his voice gentle. "I'll bring out the first course."
Avery settled into the chair, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. She couldn't wait to see what Omar had prepared for her. As he disappeared into the kitchen, she couldn't help but smile, grateful for this unexpected adventure and the chance to explore a new side of Omar's many talents.
Avery's eyes widened in surprise as she listened to Omar's revelation. "Your mother is a chef? That explains your incredible talent in the kitchen," she replied, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Omar nodded, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, she's the reason I developed a love for cooking," he explained. "Growing up, I would watch her create delicious meals from scratch, and she would teach me her techniques along the way. We spent a lot of our bonding time in the kitchen growing up."
Avery couldn't help but feel a deeper connection with Omar as he shared this intimate part of his life. She admired his dedication and passion for culinary arts, and it made her appreciate the meal even more.
"Your dad used to fight so you box and your moms a chef so you're an amazing cook," Avery said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I feel honored to be enjoying your cooking tonight."
"You're welcome, I'm honoured that you're in my presence tonight." Omar smiled softly as his eyes traced over Avery from across the table.
He'd been craving Avery since he dropped her back at her villa in Turks and Caicos, all day he'd been thinking about what he'd do when he got his hands on her.
As Omar returned to the dining room with the first course, Avery's heart raced with anticipation. She could feel the intense chemistry between them, the unspoken desire that hung in the air. She knew that this dinner was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and exploration.
As Omar set the plate in front of her, Avery's eyes widened in awe. The dish was a work of art, beautifully presented and bursting with vibrant colors and flavors. She couldn't wait to taste it, to experience the culmination of Omar's culinary skills.
As she took her first bite, Avery's taste buds exploded with delight. The flavors danced on her tongue, each bite more delicious than the last. She couldn't help but moan in pleasure, a sound that didn't go unnoticed by Omar.
His eyes darkened with desire as he watched her savor the dish. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said, his voice husky with desire. "But I have an even better dessert planned for later."
Avery's breath hitched at his words, her body responding to the promise of what was to come. She had no doubt that this night would be one she would never forget, a night filled with passion, pleasure, and a connection that went beyond words.
"What did you have in mind?" Avery smirked as she brought another fork full of food to her lips.
"A few things, but I was thinking once we're done eating we could watch a movie or something?" Omar asked in an attempt to curb his own desires and draw out the evening.
"I'd like a tour of the house," Avery smiled as she brought her glass to her lips, taking a sip of water.
"Then a tour it is, although I don't use half of the rooms in this place. It's a big ass house." Omar laughed.
Avery chuckled, finding Omar's candidness endearing. "Well then," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "maybe we can put some of those unused rooms to good use tonight."
Omar's grin widened, the desire in his eyes intensifying. "I like the way you think," he murmured, leaning in closer to her. Avery could feel his warm breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Taking Avery's hand, Omar guided her through the beautiful newly built mansion. It was incredibly modern with a contemporary touch that he credited his mom for.
The high ceilings and open floor plan made each room feel spacious and inviting. As they walked, Avery couldn't help but admire the exquisite details and luxurious furnishings that adorned the mansion. She could tell that Omar's mom had taken great care in selecting every piece, creating a truly stunning home.
As they reached the top of the grand staircase, Omar turned to Avery, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "You know," he said, his voice filled with anticipation, "my bedroom is my favourite spot in the house, but I'm trying not to take you in their just yet."
"Why not?" Avery smirked curiously.
"Because I should have more self control around you," Omar revealed.
Avery's cheeks flushed at Omar's confession, feeling a mix of excitement and desire. She couldn't deny the electric chemistry between them, the pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. As they continued walking through the mansion, the anticipation built, making Avery's heart race.
They entered a spacious living room, filled with plush sofas and adorned with artwork that spoke of elegance and sophistication. Avery couldn't help but imagine herself and Omar there, wrapped in each other's arms, losing themselves in the moment.
Omar noticed the longing in Avery's eyes and took her hand once again, leading her towards a set of French doors that opened onto a beautifully landscaped garden. The moonlight bathed the surroundings, casting a romantic glow on the scene. The sound of a nearby fountain added a soothing ambiance to the air.
Omar turned to Avery, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. "How about we spend some time outside?" he suggested, his voice low and husky. "We can enjoy the night together, under the stars."
Avery nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She felt a rush of excitement as they stepped out into the garden, their fingers interlaced.
"Omar, I want you." Avery said as she looked into his eyes, her voice filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability. She had never felt such an intense connection with someone before, and the desire to be with him was overpowering.
Omar's breath hitched at Avery's words, his own desire mirrored in his eyes. He pulled her closer, his touch sending a surge of electricity through her body. "Avery, I want you too," he whispered, his voice filled with raw passion.
"Take me to your room," Avery breathed, her voice laced with a combination of anticipation and need. The intensity of their connection had reached a point where neither of them could resist the pull any longer.
Omar's eyes darkened with desire as he nodded, his grip tightening on her hand. They hurriedly made their way to his bedroom, each step filled with an increasing sense of urgency. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as they entered the room, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls.
In that moment, all the pent-up desire and longing was unleashed. Their lips crashed together, their bodies pressed against each other with an undeniable hunger. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other, their hands roaming, igniting flames of pleasure.
The room became a sanctuary of passion as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure coursing through their veins. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance of lust and desire.
Taking his time to remove her clothes, Omar admired Avery's body, kissing every inch of her skin with every piece of clothing he took of.
He was going to absolutely ravish her, but he wanted to savour her every moment, every sensation. He wanted to etch this memory into his mind, to savor the taste, the touch, and the connection they shared. As he kissed his way down her body, his hands caressed her curves, igniting a fire within her.
Avery's breath hitched as Omar's lips found their way to her most sensitive spots, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She arched her back, surrendering herself to the exquisite sensation of his mouth on her skin.
"Omar, I need you, please," Avery all but begged, the desperation in her voice making Omar's desire for her burn even hotter. He couldn't deny her plea, couldn't resist the overwhelming need to be inside her.
Standing up from his place between her legs, Omar went to walk away from her in search of a condom, only to be stopped by every who pulled his body down on top of hers.
With a primal growl, Omar positioned himself above her, his eyes locked with hers. He could see the raw desire mirrored in Avery's gaze, urging him on. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of their bodies joining together, filling the room with their shared passion.
Their movements became a rhythm of pleasure and connection, driving them both to the edge of ecstasy. Avery's moans filled the room, urging Omar to move faster, deeper. The intensity of their tryst built, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable.
"I wish you could see what I can, Avery," Omar groaned, almost salivating at the sight of her slightly gaping entrance as he kneeled behind her. A testament to his length and girth stretching her open to accommodate him.
Moving closer to her on his knees, Omar allowed the heavy head of his dick to rest against Avery's slick entrance. Using his her arousal to lubricate his thumb, he slowly inched the tip of his finger inside of her second hole, hissing at the tightness.
As sated and fucked out as she was, Avery pushed her ass back against Omar willing him to stop teasing and give her what she craved. The anticipation was driving her wild, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him fill her completely. With a desperate plea in her voice, she whispered, "Please, Omar. Take me."
Unable to resist her plea any longer, Omar groaned with need and slowly began to push himself inside her. Inch by inch, he entered her, savoring the sensation of her walls enveloping him. Avery's moans filled the room, urging him on, as he buried himself deep within her.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their connection intensifying with every thrust. Omar's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as they found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate union, a symphony of pleasure and desire.
"There you go mama, fuck me back," Omar grunted as Avery threw her ass back against him, the sound of their flesh colliding as he met her movements.
"Omar, you're so fucking deep!" Avery moaned as she attempted to crawl away from his thrust, only for Omar to grab her hips, slamming his against hers as he noticed she was trying to run.
Wrapping his hand around the front of her throat, Omar leaned over Avery's back so he could whisper into her ear.
"Don't try to run me, Avery," he growled, his voice laced with possessiveness. "I want you to take every fucking inch."
A shiver ran down Avery's spine, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. She knew she couldn't deny the pleasure that Omar's dominant presence brought her. As much as she tried to resist, her body craved his touch, his control.
With his hand still wrapped around her throat, Omar continued to thrust into her relentlessly, his pace quickening with every movement. Avery's moans became more desperate, her body trembling under his firm grasp. The feeling of his length filling her, stretching her, was overwhelming, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Give yourself to me, Avery," he whispered, his voice commanding. "Give in to the pleasure I can give you. Let go of control and surrender to me."
Avery's mind and body were consumed by the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission. The strength of Omar's hold around her throat, the intensity of his thrusts, all combined to create a whirlwind of sensations that swept her away. She could no longer deny the raw desire that burned within her.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Take whatever you want."
As the words left her lips, Omar released his grip on her throat, his fingers trailing down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His thrusts became harder, deeper, as he embraced the newfound surrender in Avery.
"Now be a good girl and let me play in your guts," he groaned as his thrusts slowed and he changed up his stroke, slowly rounding his hips into her.
"Daddy!" Avery gasped, the arch in her back deepening as Omar tilted her head back so he could look into her eyes from above, his gaze hot and intense as he locked eyes with her.
"Open your mouth," Omar grunted between thrust, his ego swelling as Avery obeyed his every command.
Allowing a bead of spit to fall from his mouth into her own, a growl left Omar's throat as he leaned down to push his tongue into her mouth.
Their tongues danced in a passionate and primal rhythm, mirroring the movements of their bodies. Avery could feel herself reaching her climax, the intensity building within her until she was consumed by pleasure.
With one final thrust, Omar pushed her over the edge, her body shaking as she cried out his name. He followed soon after, his own release washing over him as he collapsed onto her back, both of them spent and breathless.
As they lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, Omar whispered, "I wish you could see what I can, Avery. The way your body responds to me, you are truly a sight to behold."
Avery smiled, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment that she had never experienced before. She knew that with Omar, she could let go of her inhibitions and embrace her desires without fear or judgment. And that was a feeling she never wanted to let go of.
The next morning, Avery was the first one up, her body still tingling from the previous night's passionate encounter. She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Omar, and made her way to the kitchen. As she brewed a pot of coffee, her thoughts drifted back to the intense connection they had shared.
Lost in her own thoughts, Avery jumped slightly when she felt Omar's strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. His warm breath tickled her ear as he pressed a soft kiss against her neck.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire.
Avery leaned back into his embrace, savoring the feeling of his body against hers. "Good morning, Omar," she replied, her voice filled with a newfound confidence.
They stood there for a moment, basking in the warmth of their embrace, before Avery turned to face him. She looked into his eyes, feeling a spark of something deeper than just physical attraction.
"Last night was amazing," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability.
"It was," Omar agreed with a smirk as he lifted Avery onto the kitchen counter so he could stand between her legs.
"If my trainer wasn't set to be here soon, I'd fuck the shit out of you on this kitchen counter." Omar breathed into Avery's ear as his hands found her bare thighs.
"I keep forgetting that you're a professional athlete," Avery chuckled making Omar do the same. "I googled you."
Omar grinned mischievously. "Oh, did you now? And what did you find?"
Avery blushed slightly, feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. "Well, I found out that you're a boxer, admired by fans all over the world. You're kind of a big deal, Omar."
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Well, I try my best."
Avery couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Omar. Not only was he incredibly attractive and passionate, but he was also dedicated to his craft. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to witness him in the ring, to see his strength and skill firsthand.
"You know," Avery began, her voice filled with curiosity, "I've never really been into boxing before. But now, knowing that you're a boxer, I think I might just have to give it a try."
Omar's eyes lit up, his smile widening. "Really? That would be amazing! I could teach you a few moves if you'd like."
Avery nodded eagerly, her excitement growing. "I would love that. Maybe we could even have a little sparring match once you're done with your training today?"
Omar's eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of challenge. "Oh, you're on. But be warned, I won't go easy on you just because you're new to boxing."
Avery frowned playfully, feeling a surge of determination. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Have I ever asked you to go easy on me?" She asked seductively as she rolled her hips against his.
Omar's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and desire as Avery's seductive movement caught him off guard. He couldn't help but groan softly, feeling the heat between them intensify.
"Well, if that's the case," Omar responded, his voice laced with a hint of husky intensity, "then I won't hold back at all."
Avery smirked, her confidence growing with each passing moment. She could feel the electric tension building between them, their bodies pressed closely together.
"Good," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire. "I want to feel every ounce of your strength, Omar."
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since their first encounter. In that moment, they both knew that their connection was about to transcend beyond the realm of mere attraction, and into something deeper and more profound.
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