Page 42 of No Take Backs

An almost primitive growl leaves my throat, and I’m across the room before I know what is happening. Nia’s body presses against mine, and as I lift her into my arms, her lips smash into me in an assault that I will never forget.

Her back slams into the wall behind us with the force of my body hitting hers, but instead of pain, she moans and clenches her fingers into my shoulder.

"More," Nia demands as she tears her lips away from mine. "Now."

Her hips are pressed against me, and my dick stands straight against her stomach, squished between our bodies. The heat from her center, along with the proof of her arousal, starts to slide down my shaft.

Fuck. Is this what it’s always going to be like between us? An inferno of raging need and desire that I don’t stand a chance of surviving if I don’t have her.

Right there, against the living room wall, I bend my knees slightly and shift her body against mine, loosening one hand so that I can reach between our bodies and guide my hard and waiting length to her entrance.

"Ready?" I whisper against her neck. "Do you want this?"

In answer, Nia lifts herself in my arms and slams down onto my dick.

Her tightening channel squeezes around me and her erotic scream of pleasure fills my ears and makes it impossible to do anything but thrust. Over and over, until she starts fluttering around me.

"Soon," she gasps, her head slamming back against the wall. "So close."

Unable to do anything else or give her the words she needs, I do the only thing I can. I thrust harder. Faster. Deeper. Until she screams again, falling over the edge.

When she bites into my shoulder, I know I’m not going to last much longer.

Not when her orgasm lasts longer than a minute. More than sixty solid seconds of her body convulsing around mine, milking my dick for everything I have.

I holler her name as my balls tighten and I’m helpless to pull from her body. My load comes in long, hot spurts, and even in her depths, I feel the mix of our heat and fluids joining together, coaxing even more than I think I possess.

"Fuck," I moan when she lets go of the hold her teeth have against my skin.

"You're amazing," Nia whispers. "But I need you to put me down so I can take a shower and clean up."

"I'll carry you." As my dick slips out of her body, I’m already counting the seconds until I can take her against the cold tile in the bathroom.

Nia's laugh fills my ears until I set her down and shut the bathroom door behind us.

"You know there's no one else in the house," she says when I lock it for good measure. "There was about as good a chance of someone walking into the house and catching us as there is of anyone coming into the bathroom and seeing what we're doing."

"Yeah." I slap her ass, relishing the way it echoes in our tight quarters. "But it makes me feel better for what I'm about to do in here. The dirty things I’m going to make you do.”

Then with one hand wrapped in her hair, I spin her around and smile fiercely as she presses her hands against the wall and pushes her ass back against my already-hard cock.

"Again?" But her question has the same laughter and promise that her smile had when I'd opened the door to see her standing there naked.

When I slide into her, using her willingness to take her in one thrust, Nia shouts her pleasure.

I keep my hand wrapped in her hair, careful to make sure I hold her next to her scalp, refusing to actually hurt her. And Nia gives me the power, the control that she took when I walked into the house.

"Harder." My voice comes out a deadly whisper, and she doesn’t hesitate to yield to every movement, meeting my body with matching physical need. "That's it, Nia." I coax her with words and desire that knows no bounds.

It isn't until we both finish again that we even turn on the shower, and by the time we make it to the bedroom after I take her on her knees the third time, Nia is yawning.

While I slide into a pair of gray sweatpants, she crawls into bed wearing one of my shirts.

"What happened?" she asks as I wrap her in my arms. "Why'd Chief need to see you in such a rush after work?"

I sigh, tightening my arms into an unbreakable band around her.

"About that," I start slowly. "We need to talk, and I know you're going to get mad. But I need you to listen, and if you're pissed, I'll give you whatever space you need to process it. No running away from me this time, okay? We can get through it. I just… I need you to listen.”

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