CHAPTER FIFTY- ONE
JACKIE
The last thing Jackie remembered saying was yes.
Everything after that became a haze of heat and sensation.
Now she was on her back, on the couch, legs spread wide, white thigh-high socks still clinging to her skin.
Najee’s face was buried between her thighs like he had all the time in the world.
He ate her slow and deliberate, like he was studying her body, learning exactly what made her tremble.
His two thick fingers stroked deep inside her, curling just right.
Every moan she let out seemed to make him more focused.
“This pussy so pretty,” he muttered against her, voice low and rough.
Jackie’s back arched hard, her fingers gripping his hair as her hips rolled against his face.
“Damn, you so fucking wet,” he said sucking her clit.
Jackie was loud, messy and in total ecstasy.
Years of being celibate had left her starving, and Najee was feeding her like he knew it.
When the orgasm hit her, it crashed so hard—her thighs shook around his head.
A broken cry tore from her throat as she came on his tongue and fingers.
Najee didn’t stop, he took her through there, licking and stroking until the waves finally eased.
She was still panting, body trembling, when he finally pulled back.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, then moved higher, pressing soft, deliberate kisses along her stretch marks.
It was like he was worshiping every part of her body she usually tried to hide.
Jackie’s chest tightened. No one had ever done that before, and she didn’t know how to feel.
Najee was taking his time, savoring every inch of her.
He climbed up her body, before pulling her into his lap, so she was straddling him.
Jackie felt like putty in his arms. Her body was warm and completely melted against his chest like she was boneless.
Meanwhile, his dick was rock hard beneath her, thick and pressing insistently against her soaked pussy through his pants.
Her body reacted instantly. She started grinding on him, slow and needy, chasing that fullness she hadn’t felt since the last time they were this close.
Najee groaned, his hands gripping her ass, but he stopped her movement, holding her hips still.
“Jackie,” he said, voice low and controlled, forehead resting against hers.
“Look at me.” She did, eyes heavy. “I want you,” he told her.
“But not on your couch. I want you in your bed, where I can take my time with you.” He kissed her deeply, then stood up with her in his arms like she weighed nothing.
Jackie wrapped her legs around his waist, still wearing nothing but the thigh-high socks.
He carried her upstairs, one strong arm under her ass, the other around her back.
When they finally reached her bedroom, she was already worn out from the first orgasm, body soft and pliant.
Najee laid her down gently on the bed, then stepped back.
Jackie watched, mesmerized, as he pulled the heather gray sweatshirt over his head, followed by the white tank underneath.
The sight made her breath catch. His chest and arms were covered in intricate tattoos, the artwork wrapping over defined muscle like it had been painted on a brown Adonis.
Najee was beautiful, strong, masculine and in complete control.
He undid his slacks, letting them drop. When his dick sprang free, Jackie’s mouth went completely dry.
It was thick, heavy, and long. The kind of big that made her both excited and a little nervous.
Najee noticed. “You got condoms?” he asked, voice calm but dominant.
Jackie pointed to the top drawer of her nightstand, too turned on to feel ashamed in the moment.
He opened it, pulled out a pack, and raised an eyebrow.
“How long you had these?” She looked away, embarrassed. “Awhile…”
Najee stood at the foot of the bed, dick hard and proud, staring down at her.
“Come here.” The command in his voice sent a shiver through her.
Jackie crawled to the edge of the bed. He gripped her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his eyes, then leaned down and kissed her slow and deep.
“There’s no shame in that,” he said against her lips, voice low and sure.
“I don’t see anything embarrassing about a woman being intentional with who gets access to her.
“He said against her lips, voice low and sure.
Jackie nodded, breathless. He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers like he was claiming every moan.
When he finally pulled back, she watched him tear open the condom and roll it down his thick length.
He crawled between her legs, settling on top of her.
The weight of him felt perfect. He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his dick against her soaked pussy, teasing her entrance.
“Talk to me,” he said, voice steady but laced with need. “You good?”
“Yes,” she whispered, as he started to push in. Jackie hesitated. “Baby…”
“I know bae,” he cut her off gently, eyes locked on hers.
“You trust me?” She nodded. Najee pushed forward slow, stretching her open inch by inch.
The feeling was intense — pleasure wrapped in a sharp edge of pain.
He was big, and it had been so long. Her pussy gripped him tight, almost fighting him at first. “Damn, you so fucking tight,” he groaned, voice strained.
“Let me in, baby, I’m right here.” He kept going slow, working himself deeper until he bottomed out with a deep moan.
For a moment he stayed still, buried inside her, letting her adjust while he watched her face.
“Talk to me Jack, am I hurting you?” he asked softly as their eyes met.
She shook her head, determined. “No,” she moaned.
“Atta girl,” he murmured, voice low and hypnotic.
“You doing so fucking good.” He said whispering dirty praise in her ear.
“I knew you would let me in this pretty ass pussy.” Jackie whimpered as he started moving — slow, deep strokes that had her toes curling in the thigh-high socks.
He was in complete control now, stroking her like he was memorizing every inch of her.
Every time her pussy clenched around him, he’d pause, jaw tight, breathing hard like he was fighting not to cum too soon.
“Fuck… you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers.
“You want me crazy, don’t you?” he asked, never breaking eye contact.
“You want me crashing out about this pussy, don’t you Jackie?
” Then something in him shifted. His strokes got harder, more feral.
He gripped her thighs and put her legs over his shoulders as his hips snapped forward.
“Tell me this shit not in my head, and you feel it too,” he said, restraint slipping, voice turning vulnerable and angsty as their eyes held.
“Tell me you want me… and not him, Jackie.”
“I only want you,” she moaned. “I promise, baby.”
“Good,” he breathed, kissing her deep. “Cause you mine— and only fucking mine.”
“Najee,” she whimpered as the pleasure washed over her. “Nah. Say my fucking name right.”
He pounded into her now, deep and possessive. “Tell me your mine.”
“I’m yours, Nigel,” she gasped, voice breaking on his name. That did it.
Najee’s control completely snapped. He fucked her harder, angsty and feral, hips slamming against hers as their moans filled the room.
His hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her eyes locked on his while he drove into her with long, powerful strokes.
Jackie climaxed first, her body clenching tight around him as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her.
Najee followed right behind, groaning her name deep and rough as he buried himself inside of her, his body trembling against hers.
They stayed like that for a while, connected, breathing hard, skin slick.
Jackie was in a complete sex haze. Her body still buzzed and tingled everywhere, legs shaky, mind floating somewhere above them.
Najee slowly pulled out, disposed of the condom, then came right back to her.
He gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest possessively.
One hand stroked her back while the other rested on her hip, fingers gently tracing her skin like he couldn’t stop touching her.
“How you feel?” he whispered against her forehead, voice tender now.
“Are you sore?” Jackie was too blissed out to speak.
She curled deeper into him, still wearing the thigh-high socks, her body humming with aftershocks.
Najee kissed the top of her head, then her temple, holding her tighter.
“Good,” he murmured, low, and satisfied. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”