The Billion-Dollar Love Contract

‘Samaira Zivah Martin.’

Samaira traced her name on her bachelor's degree, finally, she graduated from college. She was proud of herself; she just wished her mother was around to see it too. A bittersweet laugh escaped her lips as she thought of the last moment she shared with her mother; it was an ongoing battle of her going to college. Samaira wanted to attend college, however she also wanted to care for her mother. Her mother knew that she would only hold her down and tried convincing her to just go and not worry about her. Sadly, her mother had passed away, leaving Samaira all by herself.

The brunette smiled and hung the frame on the wall of her room. It was one of the things of which she was proudest. After she had graduated from college, she sent her CV out to many companies, and just by luck, she got accepted into a tech company located in Seattle. It turned out perfectly for her; her two friends Emma and Akira moved there.

When Emma and Akira heard the news, they immediately asked her if she wanted to be roommates, if they had a third person for rent, they could all move to a nice place. As of right now, Samaira had some debt to pay off, but she had just enough money to last around two months and now, of course, she got a better job at the tech company, where she’d be paid a nice amount.

This was never the plan; the real plan involved her ex-boyfriend, Eric Sanders. The two met in college and hit it off right from the start. After college, the two planned on moving in together and working for his father’s company. Eric’s dad had a small business, but it would’ve paid enough for Samaira to survive. Everything would’ve gone according to plan if Samaira hadn’t caught Eric in bed with another woman a few months before graduation.

Honestly, Samaira liked living with Emma and Akira better. She knew Akira from kindergarten, and Emma they both met in college. Samaira sighed as she finally finished unpacking her stuff in her room and laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. She had just realized she couldn’t go forth with her life without first paying off all the medical and college debts…

“Hey, Samaira, all set up now?” Akira asked as she walked into the room, looking at the room that was finally decorated. It was much better than the empty look it had before. The beige walls still were a little dull, but she assumed over time, Samaira would paint them.

“Yup, I think I still need to get a few little things, but other than that, this is it,” Samaira answered as she fixed a curtain.

“You should totally put up some lights,” Emma mentioned, standing by the door as she looked at the two.

“Great idea, I’ll put it on my list,” Samaira could definitely use some more lights, a bit more colors would make her room perfect.

“So, how does it feel? Tomorrow is a big day,” Akira asked, taking a seat on the couch. Akira remembered when she got kicked out, and without a single worry, Samaira had offered her the couch to stay on whilst she got on her feet.

“I’m nervous and excited, this job is important to me. I’ll be working as a professional data analyst guys!” Samaira answered, a huge grin on her face. This was new, exciting, and scary at the same time. Regardless, it was nothing impossible.

“You worked so hard, you deserve the best, man,” Emma patted her shoulder, a slight smile on her lips. Though she hadn’t known Samaira that long, she knew about all of the struggles she went through to get there.

“Thanks, Ems,” Samaira smiled, looking at the blonde for a moment.

“Let’s go to the club, you could use a little unwinding,” Akira suggested, wanting to have some fun. This was the last official free day they all had. Emma and Samaira both started their new jobs tomorrow, and Akira just picked up this huge project, so it would take up most of her time the following weeks.

Samaira hesitated at first, then realized she needed to unwind a little, as Akira said. She had been so focused on everything but her relaxation. This would be perfect, maybe she’ll even find a guy.

“Yes, we never know how stressful my job can turn out to be,” Samaira decided.

“Let’s get ready then; prepare to get laid tonight,” Emma patted her back and got up, taking her girlfriend’s hand, leading the way out of Samaira’s room, and went to go get ready. Samaira took a shower, making sure to shave and exfoliate. She was glad she washed her hair the day before, so tonight it would sit well.

She rinsed off the last bubbles from her skin, then reached for the lilac-colored towel and wrapped it around her body. She hurried to the floor mat, not wanting to wet the tiles. She soon dried her body and made her way to the reasonably sized built-in closet. She immediately laid eyes on the red mini dress. She put it on instantly; the silk-like material stuck to her body, hugging her in all the right places. She loved the neckline, it hung low but not too low, and it was wrapped around her neck. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, looking into the mirror. It was a backless dress. It showed off the tattoo she had on her shoulder blade—a hummingbird; her mother had a similar tattoo. The only difference was Samaira’s was much more modern, geometrical, and minimalistic looking.

Samaira applied some leave-in conditioner to her curls and styled them how she wanted them. Samaira had a mild allergy to the foundation, and after searching and searching for the right one, she gave up and just worked on clearing her skin. She applied a coat of mascara, then did her winged eyeliner and finally got to her lips. She kept it simple and applied a coat of her favorite burgundy-colored matte lipstick.

“Maira, are you ready?” Emma asked, bending down to fix the straps of her heels.

“One moment!” Samaira shouted, putting the cap back on, and hurried to stuff her phone and card into a purse, grabbing her black block-heeled shoes, and finally opened her door.

“Shit, you look hot,” Akira mumbled, then looked down at herself, wondering if she should’ve done more.

“Agreed,” Emma commented, walking over to Akira, and waited for Samaira to join them.

“Thanks, guys,” Samaira’s red lips curled into a smile as she looked at the two.

~

The three took Akira’s car to the club called Euphoric. Samaira looked up at the pink neon sign, she then looked over at the bouncer and showed her ID, and was let in. “I’ll go get us some drinks, what would you like?” She offered, spotting an open seat at the bar.

“Anything tropical,” Akira shrugged, looking around for a moment.

“Cadillac Margarita,” Emma answered, going for her favorite. Samaira nodded and went to the bartender to place their order. The brunette was given the three drinks and made her way back to her friends, handing them their drinks and dancing along with them for a moment, eyeing everyone in the place.

“What about that guy?” Akira asked, once again having to be Samaira’s wingman; it’s been a while since she did this. Samaira looked over at the guy she was talking about and shook her head. “His beard looks untamed and he’s also staring at us creepily,” Samaira answered, turning her gaze away from that man completely.

“What about him?” Emma asked, cocking her head to the man by the bar. “He’s good looking and he’s winking at you, go get ‘em, tiger,” Akira gently nudged her friend. Samaira looked at the guy and figured he was good and made her way to him.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The man asked, his voice a lot harsher than she had expected.

“Of course,” she smiled and took a seat next to him, only to regret it a few seconds later when the man started talking about his gym life. The man understood she lost interest, and rolled his eyes and walked away from her. Samaira sighed, “Back to the beginning,” she thought to herself.

The strongly aromatic scent filled her nose, there were tones of cedarwood in whoever’s cologne it was that made her turn her head and saw a handsome man with jet black hair swept back step forward. She looked into his eyes; they were the bluest eyes she had ever seen, almost as if the ocean was stuck in those beautiful orbs. The man stood next to her, a smirk on his lips when their eyes met.

“So, aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” He asked randomly, his voice smooth like velvet. She wanted to answer him just to hear him talk again.

“What happened to normal greetings?” Samaira asked teasingly. The man couldn’t help but smile as he admired the beauty in the dimmed lights of the club.

“A little overrated, don’t you think?” He asked, holding his hand out to her and cocked his head to the dance floor.

“Fair enough,” Samaira answered, placing her hand in his, immediately realizing his hand was huge, and when she stood up, she saw that even with heels she was still very short compared to him. The man led the way to the dance floor, carefully placing his hands on her hips, making sure she was ok with it first. When Samaira took a step closer to him, he got the message and began to move to the music.

“What’s your name?” He asked, pulling her closer until their chests met.

“Samaira, what’s yours?” She ran her hands down his chest delicately.

“Azrael.” The music in the club was a little too loud, so he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“A fallen angel?” She blurted out without thinking twice.

“The only angel I see here is you, sweetheart.” He chuckled, kissing the spot under her ear. Samaira let out a hum, moving her hand through his soft hair, wanting him closer to her.

“I bet you get tons of women when you talk so smoothly, don’t you?” She asked, almost moaning when he kissed her sweet spot. She trailed her hands down to his neck, the tips of her fingers gracing over his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

“I’ve been practicing for you,” Azrael had a handsome grin on his lips when he looked down at the man.

“And you think you’ve gathered enough experience then?” She asked, raising a brow at the man, feeling his large hand moving to her bare back, spreading warmth over her skin.

“Come with me and find out,” He winked, holding onto her hand and waited for her response.

“Where’s your place?” Samaira asked, looking around at the busy place.

“The hotel upfront,” Azrael answered.

“Good,” Samaira smiled and followed him outside. She quickly texted her friends to let them know what she was up to.

~~~

The two arrived at the hotel in less than five minutes. The moment they stepped foot into the elevator, they both looked over at each other. Samaira’s eyes trailed down from those blue orbs to his kissable lips.

“Don’t you know staring is rude?” Azrael pulled her closer to him. He leaned down, his hand brushing her hair over her shoulder, and cupped her face to kiss her. His lips melded perfectly with hers, moving at a sweet and slow pace before they both became needy; the kiss grew hotter, hands on each other’s body.

When the elevator door opened, Azrael pulled away and took her hand, “Come on.” He led the way to the hotel room, rushing them inside and locking the door behind them.

“Are you sober?” He wondered, hooking his finger under her chin and made her look up at him.

“I only had two drinks, you?” Samaira answered, running her hands down the button-up shirt he wore.

“I’m sober too,” Azrael answered and captured her sweet lips between his again, his hands moving down the swell of her breast, trailing down to her hips that he gripped harshly and pulled her against him. Samaira moaned into the kiss, grinding against him, and could already feel his hardened member.

Azrael moaned her name sweetly and closed his eyes when she kissed the side of his neck. She trailed her fingers down the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them. Azrael removed the shirt and threw it to the side. The side of his forefinger moved along her arm; the feather touches sent shivers down her spine.

“Be a good girl and strip for me,” He whispered in her ear, then sucked on her earlobe and went to sit down on the edge of the bed, blue orbs focused on the brunette. Azrael leaned back as he looked at Samaira. She focused her eyes on the man, slowly moving her hands up her body, feeling herself.

Part of her was mostly nervous, after the breakup with Eric, she hadn’t exactly had sex with others, and before Eric, there were only two other guys. Part of her wished she took another drink. One thing was certain though, Azrael sure was a score for her. She knew she was in for a good time, by the way he presented himself, she could tell he’s very experienced.

Samaira turned around and pulled down the red silk fabric. Once she had it pushed down to her hips, the dress slid down by itself and pooled at her heels. The cold air of the AC blew on her bare chest, a wave of realization hit her as she realized what she was doing. She bent down to remove her heels.

“No, keep that on,” Azrael got up and rested his hands on her hips, pulling her ass against him. One hand snaked to her stomach, and slowly slid up to her throat, wrapping around it and pulling her up. “You want this right, Samaira?” Azrael asked, pressing kisses from her neck to her shoulder blade.

“Yes, Azrael.” She answered, moving her hand to caress the side of his face as she tipped her head to the side, giving him more space. His soft lips against her skin only turned her on more, not to mention his hardened member that she could feel through his jeans. She’d gently pushed her ass back against him to tease. When she did it too obviously, Azrael caught her and chuckled darkly in her ear, the hand around her throat tightened and she moaned.

“You like to tease, don’t you?” His hand moved from her hips to her pussy, slowly dipping inside her black slip. He dipped his fingers between her folds, slowly moving his fingers in at a teasing pace. “Answer me, sweetheart,” He started rubbing her clit, his other hand letting go of her neck and moving to her breast, immediately finding her nipple between his fingers and toying with it, electing a moan from the brunette.

“M-maybe,” She answered, taking a deep breath as he started to rub her faster, going in a circular motion. Samaira closed her eyes and tipped her head back, her hand rested over his that was tweaking her nipple. She moaned out his name, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach, one she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Even with Eric, it wasn’t something that happened often.

“Well, you should know, teasing me will only leave you much more needy than you were before,” Azrael chuckled in her ears, removing his hand from her clit before she even had the chance to cum.

“What the hell?!” She groaned and opened her eyes. She turned around and glared at the man, Azrael shrugged.

“Aww, what’s wrong, kitten? Don’t like being teased?” He asked, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“Asshole,” Samaira rolled her eyes, only making the smirk on Azreal’s lip grow more.

“If I were you, I’d be careful with my words,” Azrael said as he dragged his hand down her jaw and dragged down her bottom lips, his oceanic eyes focused on those plump lips.

“Tell you what, you do me a favor and I’ll do you one,” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his hardened member. Samaira raised a brow at him, thinking about his offer for a split second.

“Sounds good to me.” She pushed him back roughly, causing him to fall back onto the bed. The brunette climbed on top of him, taking his hands on hers and lacing their fingers together.

Azrael had never been turned on like this, he looked at the woman hovering above him, admiring her beauty for a moment before her lips came crashing down onto his. He could taste the faint hints of alcohol on her lips.

He closed his eyes when he felt her soft lips peppering kisses down his jawline and to his ear. “You better keep your end of the deal, Azrael.” She whispered in his ear, then kissed down the side of his neck. Hearing the way she whispered his name made his cock twitch.

Samaira ran her dainty hands down his abs, admiring his body for a short moment. She removed his pants along with his boxers, his cock sprung out flat against his lower abdomen. She gulped as she looked at his member and sunk down to her knees, and Azrael sat up. Samaira took his member in her hand and slowly pumped his member, teasing his angry, red tip with feather touches.

“I warned you about teasing already.” His voice rang in her ear, making her pout. She lowered her lips, surrounding his tip with them. Her tongue swirled over the tip, tasting his precum on her tongue. She let out a soft hum and lowered her head down further, taking him inch by inch, her hands sliding up and down his thighs.

Azrael closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he moaned, his hand waved through her hair, holding it back for her, as she began to bob her head. Samaira moaned, causing him to twitch inside her mouth. He pushed her down further until his tip grazed the back of her throat, making her choke on his cock. Her hold on his thighs had tightened a bit. She remembered to stay calm and breathed through her nose as she started to move her head again, going faster, slowly meeting up with Azrael’s desired pace.

“Fuck.” He growled, pulling her closer to him and closed his eyes for a moment, the knot forming. “Samaira, I’m close,” he told her breathlessly, expecting her to pull away, but instead she kept sucking and waiting for him to cum. He moaned and let go, his cum spurting into her mouth and coating the inside.

Her honey-colored eyes met his blue ones as she swallowed his load. “You’re so fucking hot.” He whispered and pulled her up, straddling her on his thighs. His hand moved to the back of her neck and pulled her down until their lips met, tasting himself on her lips, and he smirked against her.

He moved a hand between her folds and started toying with her clit once again, his lips on hers. He swept his tongue over her lips and was granted access immediately. His tongue glided over hers smoothly. Her sweet scent of vanilla with hints of rich ambers filled his nose, making him pull her closer to her. Everything about her was intoxicating. Samaira moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter as his fingers went faster. She pulled out of the kiss to take a breath, Azrael kissed down the middle of her throat then sucked on the skin where her collarbone and neck met, once again electing a moan from the brunette. He moved her back a little so he could lower his head to her breast and captured her nipple between his lips. His tongue rolled over it, Samaira’s hands in his black tresses, head tipped back as she was slowly coming closer to her release.

He let go of her nipple making a popping sound. “You can cum, sweetheart,” Azrael whispered in her ear then sucked on her neck. It was as if her body had been waiting for his permission, the moment he said the words she let go and came. Her hands on his arms holding him tighter, his name leaving her lips quietly and her eyes closed for a moment.

Samaira moved her hands to either side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss, Azrael wrapped his arms around her and moved them further onto the bed. He kissed her one last time before pulling away. “Turn over,” he said, giving her the space she needed.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked as she turned onto her stomach and got down on all fours.

“Of course I do, Samaira.” He reached for the one in his pocket and ripped it hastily and slid it onto his member.

“Ready?” He spanked her, taking her by surprise and making her yelp.

“Yes, Azrael,” She answered, pushing herself back onto him. Azrael hummed and slowly pushed himself through her warm walls, sliding in easily as she had cum not that long ago. They moaned in unison, her walls tightened around him at first as she tried to get used to him, but eventually, she relaxed herself and focused more on the pleasure. Azrael held onto her hips and started thrusting his hips into her, the tip of his cock brushing against her G-spot.

Samaira gripped the sheets and moaned into the mattress as he picked up his pace and kept pounding into her as fast as he could; the hands on her hips surely would mark her. The feeling of Azrael inside her brought her different kinds of pleasure, one she only now realized she missed dearly. She never remembered feeling this full before, he filled her completely, every stroke of his sent her over the moon. Azrael was enjoying this just as much as the brunette, however he seemed closer than she was. He moved a hand to her clit and started rubbing her again, Samaira cried out his name, pushing herself back against him in sync as he slammed himself into her.

“Azrael—” His name left her lips as a prayer, she wanted to warn him she’d cum, but her walls fluttered against his cock before she could even tell him. Her fingers gripped the white sheets tighter, moaning into the mattress as Azrael too came, and rode out their high. Azrael slowed down little by little, sweat dripping down his body as he tried catching his breath again.

He pulled out and removed the condom, then threw it into the bin. He came back to Samaira and flipped her over, leaning down to kiss her. The brunette was surprised when he started kissing down her throat, her chest, and stomach, leaving a long trail of hot kisses on her skin. She gasped as he spread her legs apart, his fingers dipping between her folds. He spread apart her folds and blew hot air into her, causing her body to become tense again. Azrael slid two fingers into her warm, wet cunt. He could feel her cum from the previous two times she came around his fingers, exciting him even more. He lowered his head down and licked her clit, his fingers slowly finding a rhythm she enjoyed. Her hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer though she felt so sore she still wanted more. What was this man doing to her?

Samaira moaned, her fingers going through his thick strands of hair. Azrael started moving his fingers faster and curled his fingers inside her, reaching deeper and deeper, determined to find her sweet spot. His tongue moved in a circular motion, going slow as he knew it was throbbing from everything it went through for the night.

When she looked down at him, her eyes met those piercing blue eyes. Nothing but determination was seen in those orbs, and oddly enough, it turned her on so much more. Azrael’s free hand moved to her breast, harshly tugging at her nipple, earning another loud cry from the brunette. She felt his tongue going down from her clit, meeting with his fingers he then pulled out. He looked into her eyes as his tongue danced around the entrance of her pussy, his wet fingers toying with her clit now.

She felt his warm tongue dipping into her, she threw her head back as she felt him fucking her with his tongue. With every stroke, every flick of that man, her body tensed, desperate for a release she didn’t even know she still had. Samaira just met this man and it seemed he knew her body better than everyone else; like it was made for him. His mouth altered between kisses and strokes, by the moans he heard he knew she was close. He noticed her stomach had tightened, her body was arched a little, almost as if she tried holding it in. Azrael licked one long strip and the brunette’s walls pulsed around his tongue as she came, his name ringing in his ears as a prayer.

Samaira obviously had sex before, good times even, but nothing compared to this mind-blowing experience she just had, it lasted longer than ever. Her pussy was still quivering as Azrael climbed up to her and pecked her lips, an evident smirk on his lips before he rolled onto the other side of the bed and looked over at her. “So, did I keep my end of the deal?” He asked.

“Fuck.” She tried catching her breath and nodded to his question.

“Use your mouth, princess.” He trailed his finger down her lips.

“Yes, Azrael,” Samaira finally answered.

“Are you good?” He then asked.

“Perfect, do you have anything to drink by any chance?” She asked, sitting up, then got up and realized she was still in her heels.

“Strong?” He asked and earned a nod. “Come on.” He got up and led the way to the cabinet full of alcohol. Weirdly enough, both had a chance to freshen up, get dressed, and head to their homes, but instead they decided to get wasted, talk about the weirdest things strangers could talk about, then passed out in each other’s arms on the bed.