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He lifts his arms, reaches behind him, and drags his T-shirt off and over his head. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, not wanting to be shook by that. Butohhh bitch, I am.
“Climb up then and get your dick.”
Your dick.
I shiver, knowing how he meant it, but my foolish heart and pussy take it another way.
Sex. This is about sex.
Hot, dirty, mind-warping sex, but still ...
I repeat the mantra in my head as I obey him, straddling his thighs, feeling the pull in my own as they spread over his.
And as he dips a hand in his sweatpants and pulls his dick free, I notch up the volume and speed until it’s echoing in my head on ten.
Goddamn.
He’s beautiful. Long, thick, deliciously veined, and a couple of shades darker than his light-brown skin. The sight of it sends swirls of heat and flickers of fear skating through me.
He’s going to rearrange my fucking insides with that thing.
With him fisting and pumping that too-big column, it only seems to grow before my eyes. Not even the glistening beads of precum that have my mouth watering for a taste can stifle the heap ofhell nawpiling on top of itself in my belly.
“What the hell you shaking your head for?” He snorts, and when he mentions it, I realize that, yep, I was really shaking my head. “All that bark you got, and no bite behind it? Ma, you gon’ take this dick.” He cups my ass, pressing until I lift on my knees. Angling my hips forward and his length forward, he slides that monster through my folds, wetting himself up. I tip my head backward, loosing a lush, low moan and then a whimper as that bulbous, wide head bumps my clit. Shuddering, I grab at his shoulders, holding myself steady. “Look at you, playing. Over here shaking an’ shit. Get on this dick, baby. And you better fuck it like you own it.”
He emphasizes that command with a slap to my ass cheek, and I jolt at the flare of pain and flash of heat that almost immediately follow.
With his urging, I rise higher on my knees, and he tucks the head at my soaking-wet entrance. Between his gravelly, sexy voice, and dirty, uncompromising words, and that pop to my flesh, I’m damn near dripping.
He fists the lower half of his dick, and then he lifts his gaze to mine, refusing to let go. And with me staring into those gorgeous green depths, Iget on this dick.
I sink down, and my pussy parts, giving way. Flickers of pain lick at me, overwhelming the pleasure that’s been swarming my veins, my blood. I frown and can’t contain my whimper. Fuck. And it’s just the tip inside me.
There’s no way . . . I can’t . . .
“Yeah, you can,” Solomon growls. And, like the one on mine, a frown darkens his face. But his eyes belie the fierceness of it. They’re heated, nearly blazing bright, but there’s a ... tenderness there too. A tenderness that seems out of place forjust sex. “You’re going to do it too. This was made for you. It’s yours. Now be a bad bitch and take it.”
There goes my praise kink again, making itself known.
On a moan, I press down, and he surges up. He doesn’t stop, and neither do I. Though my entire body shakes with the pressure and dense mingling of pain and pleasure, we don’t pause until he’s fully buried inside me.
Oh God.OhGodOhGodOhGod.
I’m too full. Too overwhelmed. Too ...everything.
In this moment, I’m no longer only Adina but AdinaandSolomon. We’re melded so tight I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
And that scares the shit out of me.
“On you,” he grinds out, the strain from holding still evident in his voice and in the taut lines of his face and body.
Deep inside me, he throbs, that beautiful big dick letting me know he’s ready to do some damage. But only when I am too.
Tentatively, I circle my hips and gasp at the wisps of pain but the wave of sweet, terrible pleasure.Damn.I don’t think I’ve ever ...
I shut that thought down. This is us in here, joined. No room for the past or future. Just the present, and that’s what I’m focusing on.
Well, that and this dick.
