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Rather than continue on the couch, I stand and extend my hand.

"Shall we move this to the bedroom?"

She assesses me, obviously torn between my offer and all the water under the bridge; enough to fill an ocean. My track record with women was already less than stellar, and now she knows about Bethany.

When the silence stretches on, I assume she's decided I'm more trouble than I'm worth. But then she stands and nearly drags me down the hall, yanking her shirt off along the way.OK, then.

Once in her room, I resume control, closing the door and pushing her into it with a passionate kiss. The steel rod in my pants throbs against her stomach, and she arches her back, pressing herself even harder into my length. I reach behind her back, unclasping each of the hooks of her bra. The fabric falls away, and I groan when the velvet warmth of her breasts fills my hands.

"Do you have any idea how incredible you are?" I gasp, suddenly out of breath.

"I havesomeid—"

I shush Denise before she can finish.

"I was talking to your tits."

I dive between them; the flesh muffling her giggle at what she thinks is a joke. I'm dead serious about her breasts.

I start with the valley between them, then lick outward, along the sensitive—but oft neglected—underside of her breasts. My circles get smaller and smaller as I move in towards her straining nipples. I don't touch them, though. I won't. Not until she's dying for it. Not until shebegs. When I start to move back out to the edges, she breaks.

"Come on!" she pleads. I hide my smile.

"Come on, what?"

"Stop teasing me and suck them!" She pouts like a frustrated kitten, and I can't help but laugh.

"I might if you ask nicely." I doubt this proud woman is willing to—

"Pretty please, can you suck on my nipples? I'm dying over here."

My dick hardens further at her boldness, and I give the woman what she asked for.

I swirl my tongue around the dark ring of her areola, making it flat to taste as much of her delicious skin as I can. Once I reach the nipple, I first lick, then suck the tight tips, pulling them deep into the warmth of my mouth.

"Ahh!" she cries out, but her fists in my shirt let me know she's not in pain.

I tease her further, grazing my teeth along her nipples before I gently bite down. She's writhing now, whimpering at the exquisite pleasure I'm giving her.

"Cory," she pants, "I feel like I'm about to—"

I interrupt her with another nip to her stiff peaks and she shatters, dropping her head backwards to the door. I wedge my knee between her thighs to keep her upright, and she rubs herself against it, riding out her orgasm in uncontrolled movements. My dick is aching to be inside her, and we're both breathing hard.

"Jesus Christ, Cory. That'ssomemouth you have."

I slowly lower my knee and tug her away from the door.

"I aim to please. Now take off your pants and get on all fours on the bed."

Chapter sixteen

Denise

Iconsidermyselfafeminist.A strong, independent, Black woman who takes no shit and prides herself on disrupting misogynistic narratives built by the patriarchy. I do what I want,whenI want, and drop anyone who thinks they can tell me otherwise. But…Holy fuck!Cory just told me what to do and I have never been wetter in my entire life.

He raises an eyebrow when I continue to stare at him, and I scramble out of my pants and onto the bed as instructed. Once I'm in position, I arch my back, baring myself to him without shame. A fire ignites in his eyes and he curses fiercely.

"Jesus, Denise. Are you trying to make me cum before I'm even inside you?"

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