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“In all things.”

“I’m sure that makes you a great partner and lover.”

“It does, but you’ll find out.”

As he lifted my hand and kissed it, I shifted the conversation with, “Speaking of being a lover… why did you have slow sex with me? You didn’t fuck me like I thought you would. It was almost like you were making love to me. But that couldn’t have been possible because we just met.”

I felt the quake of his body as he laughed silently.

“Is that what you wanted me to do? Fuck you?”

His hand lowering down my back and squeezing my ass before smacking and rubbing it kept me from speaking immediately.

“That was my expectation.”

“To be clear, anyone can fuck you… though not better than me. I made love to you because I got a lot of love to give, and I wanted to pour it into you because you seem…”

“Seem what?” I asked, tone quiet yet urgent when he hesitated to continue.

“Empty.”

I looked up at him and he cupped my cheek as I rested against his chest.

“So what if I am?”

“You don’t have to be. I can fill you up.”

“Why would you want to, Rasheed?”

“We all deserve love. I have to have a reason to want to give it to you?”

“Yeah. Otherwise, it just sounds like you’re running game.”

Rasheed released a rumble of laughter that reverberated against my soul and created pure joy.

“I already got the pussy, so I don’t have to run game, sweetheart.” He lifted slightly and kissed me. “I’m too old for that shit anyway, but if you need a reason beyond you deserving it… my heart calls out to you. It feels like you letting me love you is the only way you can answer.”

“I want to answer, baby,” I confessed, holding back the but at the tip of my tongue. The but that told me this was crazy, this was fast, this couldn’t last, this couldn’t be real. I didn’t want to think. I only wanted to feel.

Lifting my lips to his, we exchanged breaths in a kiss that quickly turned into clothes being removed and Rasheed putting me on my hands and knees.

“I want you to remember how much I adore you and care about you, ’cause I’m about to fuck you like I don’t,” he warned, planting one foot on the bed while he lined himself up at my opening.

“Oh shit,” I whined, completely caught off guard by how full I felt from his strokes—hard, deep, fast.

I gripped the sheets as my spine turned into linguine. I couldn’t stop the sounds that poured from my mouth as he fucked me. His grip on my waist tightened when I tried to adjust myself against him.

“Don’t run. Stay just like that,” he ordered before smacking both ass cheeks. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I fucked him back. “Mhm. There you go.”

Toes curling, I reached behind and grabbed his thigh as my breasts bounced and swayed. My spine tingled and body quivered as I came.

Rasheed pulled out and tossed me over his shoulder before climbing into the bed. He laid flat and set me on top of him.

“Ah!” I cried out as he slammed me down on his perfectly curved dick. “Rasheed,” I chanted, moaning as he choked me and fucked me. My toes curled atop the sheets as he bounced me up and down on his dick. There was no need for me to try and take control—he was in control—and I loved being powerless to his pleasure. “P-please don’t stop,” I slurred, clawing at his wrists as my wetness poured down on him. “Please don’t stop, baby.”

“You don’t want me to stop?” he taunted, pounding into me from underneath.

“Nooo!” I yelled, back arching and knees quaking. “Ahh, oh, ff—Rasheed!”

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