He chuckled, momentarily taken aback. I could tell by the brief pause in his movement. “Yeah, I got a condom. Selah.”
I was drunk off the way he said my name…the way he seemed to pause after the first syllable, then let the second roll off his tongue.
My jeans pooled around my feet as I looked at him. He was a thinker, one of those niggas who did more thinking than speaking.
It felt like forever before he was finally on his feet, finally moving toward me.Shit, he was so tall.
“If you don’t want to d—” I started, flushed with embarrassment, because he had yet to speak.
“Nah, it ain’t that. I need to make sure this is what you want.”
I bit into my bottom lip before I responded. “Yes, it’s what I want.”
He then dropped my hand and cupped my chin, bringing my face up so I was looking directly at him. His jaw tightened and anger flashed through his eyes briefly, then he dipped his head and pecked my lips, eyes wide open. To my surprise, I didn’t clam up or step back, but instead I stepped into him. I wanted this.
He then crouched and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me toward the back. When we reached the bedroom, the only time our lips parted was when he dropped me onto the bed in the dimmed room. Those heavy eyes roamed my body, only clothed in a bra and panties at this point.
“Ol’ boy is stupid as fuck.” He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving just his bare tattooed chest and sweats on his body.
My whole body was on fire from the way he looked at me. I wanted him to ravish me and make me forget everything I was feeling.
I wanted him.
That want became desire when I watched him drop his sweats lower on his waist, exposing the thick length between his legs. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom, before putting it to his lips.
When he had the wrapper open, he covered his hardness. The entire time those serious eyes were locked on me.
“It’s about you, Selah. What you want, mama?” He stroked himself, sending flashes of lava through my soul.
I nodded, scooting my body toward the end of the bed. Then I opened wide, craving him between my legs.
He hovered over me seconds later looking like he was about to ask if I was sure again, so I reached between us, gripping him. Teasing myself a few times, I played in my wetness with the tip before I pulled him into me.
Gawd, it felt good.
He trapped my leg on his shoulder and started his own rhythm, winding his hips into me. It was that moment when I realized this nigga was different. He had to be a demon of some sort, because the way he thrust into me was fucking demonic.
“You good?” he asked mid-stroke.
I leaned forward, mashing my lips against his heavy, with a gluttony I had never experienced before.
That apparently egged him on because he began rolling his hips into me at a rougher pace.
“Fuck,” I groaned, bucking against him. I had never cum this fast in my life. With Knockout, it always felt like I had to find mine.
“Let that shit go,” he coached. His heavy voice now flowing through my ear as he buried his face into my neck.
I came so hard fire rested at the pit of my abdomen, like a freaking warning flare.
“Damn,” I said through labored breaths, feeling my thighs still shaking.
When I finally opened my eyes, Indiri was on his knees, looking at me. I didn’t give him the chance to ask if I was good again because I was nowhere near done.
I wanted to be ravaged… by him.
I shocked myself when my next motion was getting on my knees in front of this man. I had never been one for back shots, but tonight my motion was different.
I had my ass in the air, my back so perfectly arched I heard him mumble, “Damn.”
