Chapter 13 #4
Because my body remembered the stretch, the pressure, the fullness of him like no one else had ever occupied the same place. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and Dre stopped halfway inside, breathing hard.
“You good?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” I drew him closer. “Please.”
The word broke what was left of his restraint.
He pushed the rest of the way in slowly, forehead falling against mine as a rough sound tore from his throat.
“Fuck, Imani.”
I tightened around him.
His eyes shut.
“Do not do that yet.”
“What?”
“Clench on me like that.” His lips brushed mine. “This pussy too tight for games.”
A breathless laugh escaped me.
He smiled into it.
Then he moved.
Slow at first, enough for both of us to feel every inch leaving and returning, every drag, every breath, every place memory had lied about being enough. His arms framed my head. My legs wrapped around his waist. The city glowed beyond the windows, but all I saw was him.
The chain swung between us when he moved, diamonds flashing inches from my face every time the city light found them. Once, the stones brushed cool against my chest before his body covered mine again.
Ridiculous that I noticed. Completely on brand that I did.
Those were some serious fucking diamonds.
His mouth moved to my tattoo again.
He kissed it while he fucked me.
Soft mouth. Deep strokes. His name under his lips and his dick filling me so well I could barely keep my eyes open.
“Dre.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
His hips slowed, just enough to make me feel all of him. “Then tell me.”
“I missed you.”
Something moved through him.
The filthy edge stayed, but tenderness came with it, and the combination made my chest tighten.
He kissed me hard before his pace deepened, claiming nothing I had not offered.
His hips drove into mine with enough force to move me higher against the bed, and my nails dragged down his back when he found the angle that struck exactly where I needed him.
I cried out.
“Right there?”
“Yes. Right there.”
He stayed with it, focused and relentless, each stroke hitting until I was gasping, cursing, gripping his arms, trying to escape the pleasure and pull him deeper at the same time.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take this dick like you missed it.”
I sobbed his name.
“Mmhmm.” His mouth brushed my jaw. “I know I missed this pussy.”
I clenched around him.
“Yeah, like that.” His hips slowed, giving me one deep stroke that made my eyes roll. “Years would pass, Mani. I’d be minding my business, trying to act like I had sense, and then I’d remember this pussy squeezing my dick just like this.”
“Oh God.”
He pulled back until only the head of him stayed inside me.
My whole body panicked around the loss.
“Then I’d ask myself if I was ever gon’ find something this good again.”
My nails dug into his arms.
His eyes stayed on mine.
“What you think?” he asked, voice low and mean with it. “You think I ever found it?”
I could not answer. His words were so damn taunting and filthy my brain started short-circuiting. My pussy kept grabbing and releasing around the tip of his dick like she was trying to pull him back where he belonged.
Dre went still.
“Huh, baby?” His mouth brushed mine without kissing me. “Wanna know the answer?”
“Tell me,” I breathed.
“The answer is…”
He drove in hard, completely to the hilt.
A scream tore out of me.
“No.” His mouth stayed close to mine. “No one in this whole world serves me pussy like you do, Mani.”
“Ahhhhh, Dre.”
“And no one else will.”
“Fuckkkk… baby.”
“That’s my girl.” His voice softened just enough to ruin me. “Look at you taking me so beautifully.”
The wet slap of our bodies filled the room.
The sound should have embarrassed me. Instead, it made everything hotter. My pussy was so wet every stroke announced itself, every thrust making that slick clap echo through all that expensive quiet.
He drove into me harder, and the sound snapped through the room.
My head fell back.
“Dre!”
Every stroke dragged something out of me. Every pull of his mouth on my nipples made the pleasure connect somewhere lower. He kept me open beneath him, kept my nipples wet, kept my ass tender with quick, firm slaps whenever my hips tried to run from what I had asked for.
“You gon’ take it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Yes.”
“My pretty girl.” His hand cracked lightly across my ass again, and my pussy squeezed him so hard he cursed. “That’s it. Take it.”
The orgasm rose too fast.
His fingers found my clit, circling the ring with careful pressure while his dick kept hitting that same deep place. “I got you. Let it happen.”
The orgasm struck hard and sudden, my pussy squeezing him while a scream tore out of me.
Dre covered my mouth with his, swallowing part of it, but not all.
Pleasure broke through me in waves, and he fucked me through every one, murmuring against my lips like praise was the only thing keeping me together.
“Mani. Mani. Mani.”
My eyes burned.
“Mani with my favorite pussy.”
My body pulsed around him again.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my mouth. “Keep cumming for me.”
Before I fully came back to myself, he rolled us.
I landed above him, knees planted on either side of his hips, braids falling around us, the robe gone somewhere beneath my thighs. His hands settled on my ass, warm and firm, and his dick stayed deep enough inside me that the shift stole what little breath I had left.
Dre looked up at me like the room had disappeared.
For that breath, the world narrowed to us.
“Ride me.”
My pussy clenched at the command.
His eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Like that.”
I moved slowly at first, hands braced on his chest, body tender and greedy at the same time. He felt deeper this way. Too deep. Perfectly deep. Every roll of my hips made his jaw tighten, and watching him fight for control made heat spread through me all over again.
“You feel so good,” I whispered.
His hands tightened on my ass.
“So do you.” His voice was rough now, scraped down to the truth. “So fucking good, Mani.”
I rolled down on him harder.
The wet clap of my pussy taking him broke through the suite.
My eyes closed.
“Uh-uh.” One hand came to my chin. “Look at me.”
I did.
That almost finished me.
His eyes were dark and open, full of want, full of history, full of something tender enough to hurt.
I had missed this too. His body, yes. The way he fucked me, yes.
But more than that, being watched like pleasure mattered because it was mine.
Being talked to like he knew where my mind went when my body got overwhelmed.
“That’s it,” he said. “Let me see you take it.”
“Dre.”
“I know, baby.” His thumbs dug into the soft curve of my ass, guiding me down until I whimpered. “You ride me so pretty.”
My hips stuttered.
“So pretty with my dick in you.”