“Sort of.”
He shook his head. “Then you’ve been holding this in for at least a few days, huh? Sneaky ass.”
“I’m not sneaky,” I scoffed. “I’m just cautious. Anyway, don’t scold me, I’m going back to work soon. Be nice.” I grinned as I cuddled up to him, resting my head on his chest.
“Iamnice to your ass. Too nice. With ya mean ass.”
I smack his chest. “I’m not mean.”
He snorted, and I felt the rumble in his chest. “Whatever. I gotta come home every day to you watching Lemonade. Always playing ‘Sorry’ with Serena’s non-twerking ass on my big screen.”
I cupped my mouth as I let out a laugh. “Don’t play my girl Serena like that.” I tried to contain my laughter but couldn’t as I glanced at the freeze frame that was still up on the screen.
“Hey, I’m not playin’. She fine and all and can play the hell out of some tennis, but twerking is not her forte.”
I shook my head. “You’re not right.”
“You know I’m right, but it’s cool. Go ahead and defend your non-dancing ass girl.”
“Stop!” I squealed as he began tickling under my ribs. I laughed harder when the tickling increased as he shifted our bodies. Soon, my laughter dissolved to a moan as he began licking my neck. I let out a satisfied sigh when his lips moved up and his teeth nipped at my earlobe. I felt us move and realized he was standing, my legs wrapped around his waist. I wondered where we were going, as his bedroom was two flights up from the media room we were in. I didn’t have to wonder long when I felt a hardness against my back. He’d merely walked us to the nearest wall. He let my legs drop, pulling down the short shorts I was wearing before he pressed a palm to cup my nether region. His tongue burrowed into my mouth, leaving no separation but our clothes between our bodies.
I gasped when I felt a tug, and then heard a tearing of the lace panties I wore.
“That’s the third pair of panties you’ve ripped,” I cried at the same time I heard his belt buckle and then zipper being undone.
“Then stop fucking wearing them,” he growled, gripping me under the thighs again, hoisting me back up to his waist.
“I...cannot go around….without underwear.” My words came out as a mumble due to his kisses.
“The hell you can’t.”
Instead of answering, I gave him a dose of his own medicine, biting his earlobe. He reached under my sweatshirt to pinch my nipples. I threw my head back against the wall as the pain from his pinch ripped through my body, turning into pure pleasure when it reached my core. Next thing I knew, my hands were over my head for him to push my shirt off of me. I felt his tip at my entrance and somehow had the presence of mind to remember protection.
“Xavier, condom,” I panted, pushing at his shoulders.
“I’ll pull out,” he quickly retorted. Not giving me any time to react, he took my lips in his and everything went fuzzy. Thoughts became sensations, and moments later, I felt his thick, stiff dick filling me up. I broke off the kiss to purr as he worked his way inside me.
“Fuck, baby girl. This pussy’s so tight,” he groaned in my ear, and my pussy responded by getting even wetter. “This is all for me, right?” he asked against my lips. “Look at me, tell me it’s all for me,” he ordered when I didn’t answer.
“Yes, all yours,” I responded, breathless as his hips rocked into me, one long slow stroke followed by two quick strokes. He left me unable to think, let alone speak. I needed more of him, though. Wanted to feel his skin against mine. I pulled open the button-up shirt he wore, pushing it down his shoulders so that I was touching his skin. I dug my nails into his brawny shoulders when he began swiveling and angling his hips, making contact with my G-spot.
“It better be!” he added ardently. “Fucking mine.”
I was on the brink of coming. Just that quick, his incessant strokes, his words, his entire being had me on the verge of orgasming. Just when I thought I was about to crest, he completely pulled out.
“What the fu—?” I began, but was pulled from the wall, my body pressed against the back of the couch, bent at the waist. He used his massive hands to spread my ass cheeks apart.
“Look back at it for me, baby girl,” he urged.
I turned my head to look at his glorious body standing over me. I bit my bottom lip, reveling at his beautiful chestnut complexion, arms and chest completely solid. My eyes moved up to his face, and my knees became weak at the look that was plain, shining in his eyes. I couldn’t bear to name the emotion I thought I saw there. Too vulnerable in this moment to name it, but it was there, and he wasn’t hiding it.
“You good?” he asked, bringing his gaze to mine as he steadied me.
I nodded.
“Ahhh!” I arched my back and moaned when he plummeted into me from behind. “Shiiit, Xavier!”
“Fuck!” he groaned at the same time. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl.”
