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“What’s wrong with you is what’s wrong with me. I want you and you want me. Simple math and simple shit.”

With my lip tucked, I just looked at him, eyes relishing every feature of his.

“Speak your mind, Cay.”

“There is nothing simple about this, Rennix. What I want, you don’t, so sleeping with me or getting between my legs won’t change anything.”

“How do you know that? Wants and desires change, Caya.”

“Meaning?”

He didn’t speak at first but instead pushed his face into mine feverishly. “One night ain’t enough time. I want more than that. I want the strings, every fucking string you are offering.” Then, without giving me a chance to speak, his lips were on mine again, sealing the deal on his words.

“You want me?” I asked, during a brief intermission.

“Ain’t like I ain’t already have you, but yes, I want you and all you come with. You gonna gimme that? Or keep tryna tell me I’m a hoe.”

“Shit, if you want me, you better not be a hoe. That will get you stitches with me.”

He chuckled.

I laughed as well, comfortable in this moment with him even though I knew the declarations made could change everything for the worse.

“Yo, stop overthinking. If I’m fucking with you and you fucking with me, then not a soul else will matter. You hear me?” His hands now eased up my gown. When he peeped I was not wearing underwear, his eyes found mine.

“See, you are playing. You been wanting to give me this pussy.”

I was about to respond, but his touch against my flesh made whatever response I had matter so much less.

“Right?” he asked, using his other hand to push my gown up my thighs.

“I did, but I couldn’t take the risk,” I nearly whined, feeling his hand near my center. I just knew this man was about to wreck me and I’d be no good afterwards.

“What risk?” he asked, almost in a taunting manner when he had my gown up, waiting for me to lift my arms. “Lift up, Cay.”

I did as asked, biting into my bottom lip when he leaned forward and offered his. I gladly accepted, feeling his hands at my hips pulling me to the edge of the counter. “Ain’t no going back, Cay. Once I come home there ain’t no other place for me to be.”

That statement alone made between my legs even wetter. “Fuck.”

“Nah, I’m not about to fuck you, baby. I’m ’bout to show you what you been missing.” When he pushed his shorts down, showcasing the most beautiful, long, thick, slightly curved dick I had ever seen, I had half a mind to get down on my knees and put it in my mouth. Just as soon as he showed me, it was introduced to the wetness between my legs. He didn’t push in immediately but instead played in my wetness for a minute before he slowly began to feed himself into me, like somehow he was giving me a minute to get used to his thickness.

“You good, Cay?” he asked, kissing my face before pulling back, then pushing in deeper. Every thrust was met with him reaching depths I was sure no one had reached before. This was unreal, the way he felt like he was touching everything without even trying.

“Shit, I don’t know, I feel li—” I started, but he picked me up and carried me from the counter to the wall, sending every signal possible into my body.

“Like what, baby?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I moaned, feeling like my body was betraying me.

“I feel that shit baby, let it rock,” he coached as my legs began to shake on both sides of him. None of that made him slow down. He rocked into me so deep and heavy I just knew I was done.

“Who the fuck you belong to?” He ground into my center with no remorse, holding me in place.

I couldn’t believe he wanted to do all this talking when he was treating my body like this. It was unheard of the way I felt like my mind was short circuiting.

“Who, Caya?” He slammed into me, waiting for an answer.

“You,” I screamed, feeling the orgasm hit so hard I couldn’t breathe, think, or move. All I knew was this nigga kept going, forcing my body over the edge. After what felt like a million more uncoordinated thrusts later, he unloaded inside of me and I thanked my lucky stars I was on birth control even though our reckless asses hadn’t used a condom.