8. Detroit Hearts, New York State of Mind #2
“You took time out of your busy schedule just to make sure we had a good time. I really appreciate that.” Sincere nodded quietly, dropping the last can into the garbage. Kira smiled softly.
“And I can’t wait for it to be an even better time when it’s just me and you.” He looked over at her and smiled back, the room suddenly feeling a little quieter than before
Her heart began to race the moment his lips touched hers.
Every time they kissed, it felt like the first time.
Different. Deeper. More passionate. More connected.
And that scared her. Not because of him, but because she knew how much it would hurt if things didn’t work out.
She had felt that kind of pain before. The kind that lingers long after the love is gone.
But with Sincere, something inside her softened.
For once, she wanted to let her guard down.
To allow herself to be loved without constantly thinking about what could go wrong.
Without the endless what-ifs and the quiet fears that usually played in the back of her mind.
So, she pushed those thoughts away. Instead, she chose to live in the moment.
To feel it fully, as if this might be the last moment they would ever share.
And Sincere felt the shift immediately. He felt the tension slowly leave her body.
The stiffness in her shoulders easing. The muscles in her face relaxing as she finally allowed herself to melt into him.
She stopped holding back. She simply let him hold her.
Let him embrace her. Let him love her the way she had always dreamed of being loved.
Kira could feel her juices flowing, the way his eyes lingered on her making her heart race faster than she wanted to admit.
He slid his hand between her thighs, massaging her vagina slowly as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Her body leaned into him almost instinctively, warmth spreading through her as his touch lingered there.
She closed her eyes for a moment, her breath catching in her chest while her fingers tightened gently against around his neck.
They almost forgot that Jazz was there. She grinned, clearly pleased.
“Wanna go outside?” he asked quietly. “Let’s take a ride in my car.
” She nodded, glancing briefly toward the couch where Jazz slept, convincing herself she would be fine and that she wouldn’t be gone long.
Moments like this were her favorite. There was something about him she couldn’t quite explain.
A quiet mystery that pulled her in. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he seemed to live just a little on the edge without ever losing control.
“We don’t have to go far. You always treat me like a lady.
It’s okay to treat me like a slut tonight.
I’m all yours.” She said seductively. He laughed loving this naughty side of her.
The streets grew quieter as he drove. After a few minutes, he turned down a darker road and found a hidden spot tucked away from the main street before putting the car in park.
“Kira, you’re just full of surprises,” he said, glancing over at her with a grin.
“I know,” she replied, her voice low and confident. Her fingers moved slowly as she reached for the zipper of his pants, pulling it down while her eyes stayed locked on his. The moment stretched between them, thick with anticipation.
Kira let her warm saliva slide slowly down his manhood to the shaft before finally taking him into her mouth. Sincere leaned his head back against the seat, his eyes closing as a long breath escaped his chest. For a moment he couldn’t even find the words to speak.
Even though he was bigger than most men she had been with, she handled him with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was doing.
There was no hesitation in her movements.
She moved with patience and control, taking her time, making sure he felt every second of it.
She was taking his down her throat with ease.
She slurped him in and out her mouth like a pro, and licked up the dripping of his pre cum.
The sound of her soft breaths and the faint movement between them filled the quiet space of the car, making the air feel heavier.
Sincere’s fingers tightened against the back of his neck as he struggled to keep himself together. Every nerve in his body felt alive, and the way she moved only made it harder for him to stay still.
“Damn…” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained.
When the tension finally became too much for him to take, he snatched p her up toward him.
In one quick motion he slid her pants down and guided her onto his lap, turning her so her back rested firmly against his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer, his breath warm against her ear.
He spread her legs and slowly eased himself inside her wetness.
She gasped softly, gripping the steering wheel in front of her as he held her steady. The windows had begun to fog slightly from the heat trapped inside the car, and the tight space only made everything feel more intense.
He moved with a steady rhythm, holding her hips as she tried to steady herself, her fingers tightening around the wheel. The car rocked slightly with their movement while the quiet parking lot outside remained completely unaware of the moment unfolding inside.
Her head tilted back against his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath, the tension building between them with every passing second. Sincere’s grip tightened as he pulled her closer, his voice low and rough near her ear.
“You like that shit, don’t you?” he murmured. Her eyes rolled back into her head before she moaned and said.
“Yes, daddy. I love this dick. He turned her head toward him and kissed her deeply, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that had been building between them all night. The kiss was slow at first, then deeper, more desperate, as if neither of them wanted the moment to end.
When he pulled back, his eyes lingered on her face.
The way he looked at her carried a softness that surprised even him, like she was something rare and priceless that he had somehow been lucky enough to find.
Their breathing was heavy now, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that had become almost instinctive.
She leaned back against him, caught between the intensity of the moment and the warmth of his hands cupping her bouncing breast. It didn’t take much longer for the two of them to reach their climax, cumming together in ecstasy.
When Kira came back home, she could hardly walk.
Sincere was nothing but pressure all the way across the board, and his sex game was definitely the cherry on top.
Her thighs still felt weak with every step she took down the hallway.
She paused for a moment, leaning lightly against the wall as the memory replayed in her mind.
The way he had gripped her hips. The way his voice dropped when he said her name.
Even now, the thought alone made a slow pulse throb between her legs. Damn… she thought, exhaling softly.
Her eyes drifted toward the couch where Jazz was still sleeping peacefully, curled up under a throw blanket like the world outside didn’t exist. One of her arms hung loosely off the side of the couch, her breathing slow and steady.
What a night,” she thought. Her buzz from the Cutwaters earlier was finally fading, leaving behind the dull pressure of a headache beginning to form at the front of her temples.
She walked into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and swallowed a standback for the pain before leaning against the counter.
The apartment had gone still now. Only the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of traffic drifting through the window filled the space.
Kira sighed softly and began wiping down the tables and counters, even though most of it had already been taken care of thanks to Sincere. The faint scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp smell of the cleaning spray. Lord… something about that man.
She shook her head slightly, almost smiling to herself as she moved slowly around the apartment, straightening things that didn’t really need straightening.
Her mind kept drifting back to him. The way he watched her.
The way his hands felt on her body. Suddenly, Jazz’s phone began ringing.
Once. The sharp sound cut through the quiet apartment.
Twice.Then again. Kira froze, blinking as the ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Jazz didn’t move not even a little.