Another Black Goddess

This day honestly couldn’t get any more boring. You’ve been at work since 6am and now it’s 8pm. You were supposed to BEEN off but your shitty coworkers don’t know how to come to work and that’s your problem because…oh okay.

The sun was long gone, no lights, no sign of life, no nothing. The world just seemed at peace when the night hit. You’re job of course had you patrolling the one street in town that nobody drives in after 7pm but of course, anything for the safety of the citizens. At this point you just wanted to get home lay with your husband and sleep. The thought of laying in your bed after the day sounded heavenly.

-

Once 9pm hit it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes open. You could feel yourself fading in and out. You reached over and cracked a redbull open before downing it and one go. You had to stay up. You picked up your phone and looked for the music app pushing shuffle on your ‘Rap Along’ playlist.

The introduction to ‘Mrs.Officer’ by Lil Wayne started playing and you grinned. This was your jam. It was ironic and you loved the connection you could make to your life. It was a good song to get out of your sleep deprived funk.

Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop

You started bobbing your head and drumming your fingers on the wheel to this beat. Finally getting some type of entertainment on this boring night. But of course as always something had to ruin your mood. A car speeding by coming out of no where. With a sigh you flipped your lights and sirens on and pulled behind the driver.

Of course you couldn’t just enjoy your night. Somebody always had to come fuck it up. But at last you had some source of entertainment now.

Looking closer you realized you didn't need to run the plates, you knew the car. Goddamn Smoke, you shook your head at the reckless behavior your husband was showing but then you realized you could have little fun with this. Might as well not lose the only entertainment you have for the night. Right??

She got me thinking I could date a cop

You put the car in park and walked to the driver side window; Smoke’s eyes widen when he realized his wife just pulled him over. You adjusted your glasses lower for some added drama and lowered your voice.

"Evening sir" you said in a comically low tone. "Do you know how fast speeding just now?"

Sensing the playful energy radiating off of you he smirked leaning forward. "Um definitely the legal speed limit."

You scoff at his audacity. "Uh huh license and regulation please."

Cuz her uniform fit her so tight

He laughs while handing the items over. "You're not gonna arrest me are you love?" He asked while chuckling while looking you up and down in your uniform; he always loved how you look in it.

You ignored him and proceeded to make a look of recognition at his ID picture. You dramatically grabbed your radio. "Dispatch I have eyes on the suspect. I repeat I have eyes on the suspect."

She read me my rights

"Sir you're gonna have to come with me" you stated while taking out your handcuffs.

He smirked playing along. "Alright alright, I'm coming" He steps out the car and puts his hands up. You cuffed him and began to walk to your cop car. Jokingly shoving him to walk faster.

She put me in the car, She cut off all the lights.

You lead him to the cruiser and put him in the backseat. After making sure he was comfortable you went up front to turn off the lights leaving you in semi darkness but you caught a snippet of the song playing on loop. And lets just say; well you got a few ideas on how to pass the time.

She said I have the right, to remain silent.

You went back to the back door and opened it getting in the backseat with a still handcuffed Smoke. "You have the right to remain silent and blah blah blah." You trailed off as you embraced him in a slow kiss. Smoke attempting to deepen it but failing. Sensing your change in energy he turnt to pleading.

"Come on pretty girl uncuff me so I can at least have a chance." You pretended to think. "Hmmmm I don't think so." you playfully responded.

Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren Talking' bout (wee-oh wee-oh wee)

His lips found yours again and you responded in a steady rhythm. Both your tongues darting out attempting to deepen the kiss. Without breaking the kiss you palmed him through his jeans, Smoke released a low moan causing you to pull back and smirk at him. He gulped at how bold you were being and sorta regretted not trying to convince you harder to take the cuffs off. You were going to be the death of him. It would be a pretty death. He couldn't help but to take in your beauty. Even in times like this he liked to sit and appreciate what life gave to him.

"You are truly out of this universe my love." he confessed. You loved how reassuring your husband was in times like this it made it all the while better. It was sweet and romantic but y'all didn't have time for slow. So you'd have to do with sweet sensual fuckin.

With one hand you gripped and rubbed the tent of his pants and with the other you caressed the sides of his face and neck. There was no time to take off anything that wasn't necessary. What y'all were doing was risky and it had to be done quick. But that doesn't mean you couldn't enjoy yourself the entire time.

You reached down and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips while you pulled it and his boxers down in one go before reach for your own pants and pulling it down and moving your panties to the side. There wasn’t time to fully take anything off. Knowing you were already wet you hurried with taking his dick in your hand and guiding it to your pussy.

You rubbed his dick on your clit before slowly entering his tip. You pressed a kiss to his lips and took him in in one go.

"Fuck" You both cursed and gasped. You rocking your hips slowly. Embracing the feeling of being so full. If your husband could do one thing it was filling you up so well. You grabbed his jaw forcing him to look up at you. Watching him fall apart purely through his eyes. You quickly peck his lips before bracing your hands on his shoulder and riding him a bit fasting.

“There you go, fuck. Take whats yours baby” he groaned out.

You reach behind him and undoing his cuffs.

He sprung into action grabbing your hips with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. Slamming you back down on his length repeatedly. The next so much deeper than the previous.

"Fuck Smoke, fuckin' me so good right now." You placed both of your hands on each side of his head and kissed him. Before cradling his head to the crook or your neck.

"Damn right, look at you creamin on this dick. Marking it as yours." He mumbled into your ear. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face but it only turns you on further knowing you can get your man breathless like this.

Other than that the sound of skin smacking is the only sound that reaches your ears. You wrapped your arms around him when you felt yourself getting close. Sensing it his grip on your hips tighter and his thrust gets faster. You're sure you're gonna have a bruised pussy and body, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

With a cry both you you both climaxed together. Both shuddering at the intensity of it.

You both sat in it for a second feeling him empty himself into you. Your cunt twitched at the power of your orgasm.

After we got done, I said..

You’d always found solace in fanfiction. 

There was something so special about all of the stories that you’d read throughout the years about your favorite celebrities or your TV crushes. Your first introduction to fanfiction was Wattpad. Your friends had let you in on the coveted website and suggested it to you. 

The first fanfic that your friend suggested just so happened to be a Mindless Behavior fanfic about Princeton. You were hooked. How had this world–this fandom–been escaping you for the past years? 

Naturally, your relationship with the site continued to progress as you read more stories. You’d stay up till 2 AM just to read a story written by someone who was no doubt the same age as you.

Next, there was fanfiction.net. 

You’d spent countless hours scouring through all of the Vampire Diaries fanfiction that you could get your hands on. You can’t recall the exact moment that you landed on Tumblr, but you knew that it just all clicked together for you.

The ‘x reader’ tag became your home. 

You thoroughly enjoyed reading all of the stories about your crush on Zayn from 1D. With Tumblr, there seemed to be this brand new world of possibilities for you to read. However, there’s something that you’d noticed in your many hours of scrolling through Tumblr. 

There weren’t many ‘x black!reader’s stories for you to indulge in. There was a handful of writers who’d become your solace when you looked to be shipped with a certain character or celebrity, but there weren’t many. You’d long grown tired of clicking on an interesting story only to have the reader be described as having long, flowy blonde or brunette locks that the male character could run his hands through. Similarly, you’d grown tired of reading smut where the reader was clearly described as having pale skin and pink nipples. 

That wasn’t your story. As a black woman, you weren’t able to visualize yourself in these spaces or stories because they weren’t written with women like you in mind. To make matters worse, it seemed like fandoms were intent on erasing black women, who look like you, from the lexicon of the content. 

It was all so draining and so very degrading. 

Growing up, you’d always envisioned yourself as a writer. You loved stories, and reading was your way of escape. On sites like Wattpad and Tumblr, you could be transported to worlds and stories where you were the center of the story.  There’d been many times when you opened up a Word document and started to type a story, only to never finish it.

For you, you compared yourself to other writers and their ability to write a compelling story. When you looked back at your own words on the paper, it felt like child’s play. So, you stopped writing. You subjected yourself to the role of an avid but silent reader who admires her favorite writers. 

That was your role for a few years. 

You’d silently heart the stories, but you were never brave enough to comment. 

There were so many different stories in your head that you wanted to see on the platform. Silently, you wished that your favorite writers would somehow read your mind and bring the story to life without you asking. However, as the saying goes, “a closed mouth doesn’t get fed.”

The turning point for you was Black Panther. 

You were there as the explosion of fanfics arose for Erik Killmonger, T’Challa, and M’Baku. What a time to be alive when all of your favorite writers were putting out work that should’ve been receiving some type of literary award. One night, after an hour of constantly reading about Erik Killmonger putting the reader through the mattress, you made your move.

You wrote and published your first-ever Tumblr fic.

As soon as you pushed the publish button, you immediately closed your laptop like it was an explosive waiting to detonate. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back and check to see what the reviews were.

What if they thought it was trash? What if your grammar was terrible? What if you didn’t capture the essence of the characters? What if no one read it all? For the sake of your mental health, you didn’t go back to check how your story was doing until two days later. 

At the two-day mark, you found yourself logging back into Tumblr. You’d worked up the courage to see if there was any feedback. To your absolute shock and delight, people loved your story.

The hearts and comments overflowed as people asked for more. Thus, stargirlwriteswas born. Through your blog, not only did you give room for yourself to grow and see yourself be represented, but you made space for other black women to feel like they were being seen and heard. In your stories, the black women were always being loved on, worshipped, and cherished. 

You’d grown a following and support system so big that you couldn’t imagine a future where you weren’t writing on Tumblr. 

Honestly, you don’t know what to call what happened. 

Fate. Coincidence. God. 

You honestly have no clue, but this is the story of how you met your celebrity crush and bagged him. It started at the library–naturally. You liked the library. You liked coming to the library to work on your stories and your books. You’d recently been picked up by a publishing company to release your new Southern Gothic thriller. Between writing for your books and working on screenplays, you still found the time to work on writing on Tumblr.

There was no way you were letting your community down. Not after all of the support and love that they’d given you up to this point. In the library, you liked to sit at the back table that was conveniently away from everyone, but still, there was a giant window that allowed you to see outside. 

It was the perfect spot. 

No one had dared to venture into your self-proclaimed territory. Not until today. 

You heard the light footsteps as they approached the back table and saw the man from the corner of your eye. He had a cap on his head, and from his body language, you could tell that he didn’t want to be seen. He was craving privacy just as you were. 

The man looks over at you before clearing his throat, “Hey, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but do you mind if I sit here? It’s just, I kind of want privacy, and this spot just seems like fewer people come here.”

There was a distinct nagging in your head that let you know that you knew his voice from somewhere, yet you brushed it off. Truthfully, you could’ve told the man no, but there was something inside you that begged you not to. 

Plus, the table was huge, so it’d look a little weird if you were hoarding it for yourself. 

“Yeah, of course.” You slide some of your scattered papers down towards yourself as the man takes a seat. After a few seconds, you and the man both begin working simultaneously on your projects. You can see him glancing over at you a few times, but you choose to ignore it.

From the corner of your eye, you see him take the hat off his head. He takes a tentative glance at you, but you still don’t entertain the notion of looking at him. For the next twenty minutes, the only sounds are you and the man typing on your computers and then writing down notes on your respective journals. 

You finally look up and happen to glance in his direction and freeze. 

You now understand why he was so adamant about hiding his face. You try not to freak out as you finally clock the fact that Michael B. Jordan is sitting across from you. The man whom you’ve had a crush on for years. And also the same man whom you’ve been writing the filthiest smut for. Talk about an embarrassing predicament. 

Yet, you decide to play it cool. The last thing you want is for the man to think you’re fangirling over him when he’s trying to work. 

Michael looks in your direction, “Hey, sorry to bother you again, but do you know where they keep the printers?” 

You nod, “Yeah, they’re just around the corner. You can just click print, and it’ll ask for your name so that they don’t mix it up with anyone else’s papers.”

Michael nods at your instructions before giving you a sheepish smile, “Would you mind coming with me and helping? I just know I’ll forget everything at the printer.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile before quickly adding, “That’s if you’re free. I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work.”

“Sure. I got you,” You said, laughing a little before standing from your chair. Michael slides the cap over his head again before falling in step beside you. As expected, the printer is exactly where you said it would be. Michael leans over your shoulder to get a look at what you’re doing. A chill travels up the length of your spine at the feel of his body against yours. You can feel the heat from his body seeping into yours.

You bite your lip softly while peering up at him. Michael seems to notice the close distance and steps back. An embarrassed look crosses his face, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to all up in your space.”

“It’s fine.” 

You click the file that has his name on it, and the papers start flowing from the printer. You grab them and hand the stack to Michael. The tips of his fingers brush against yours as he grabs the papers. You try to ignore the tingle that rushes up your skin at the feel of his skin. He gives you a quiet “thank you” before you both venture back to your corner of the library. 

You take your seats at the same time. 

Michael reaches across the table with his hand outstretched, “I’m Michael, by the way.”

You give him your name as you connect your hand with his. Internally, you’re freaking out at the fact that out of all days, you’re sitting across from your celebrity crush and practically holding his hand. The delusional part of you is telling you that he’s down bad for you, and this is the start of something beautiful. The writer part of you is mentally tracking all of the subtle movements that Michael makes with the full intent of incorporating them in your writing. 

However, you quickly push those thoughts to the side because it feels a bit parasocial in a way.

You and Michael fall back into your rhythm of working on your projects. He looks up at you as you scribble down notes on your notepad. “What are you working on?”

You lift your eyebrows in surprise, “Just a play.”

“That’s neat. What’s it about?” Michael seems genuinely interested in your work as he leans further on the table. 

“It’s a Southern gothic play about a young woman returning home to face her past trauma.”

Michael nods, “That sounds really dope. You planning to put it on Broadway?”

“Yeah, my agent and I have been working to get everything in motion.”

“Good luck. I’d like to come see it when you get it off the ground,” Michael said, sparing another dazzling smile in your direction.

You smile in response, “Definitely. What are you working on?”

Michael gives you a shy smile, deep dimples popping out of both cheeks, “I’m working on a romance, actually. It’s a story of two people who are married, trying to make it work, but somewhere along the line, their communication becomes lost. The only way that they know how to reach each other is by speaking through this new technology system.”

“That sounds like an amazing concept. You’re working on the script now?”

“Yeah, I’m just getting stuck on a few things, especially with my main woman lead. I’m struggling to get her voice just right, especially in the scene where they’re confronting each other,” Michael states, leaning back in his chair.

You bite your lip nervously, “I could read it if you wanted me to. I mean, I have experience writing romance, and I’m also an avid reader, so maybe I could give you a few pointers.” You’ll definitely leave out the part where you write avid romance and smut stories with him as the male lead. 

“If you don’t mind, that’d be great. I’d hate to take you from your thing, though,” Michael responds. 

You quickly shake your head, “No, I promise it’s fine. Plus, we writers have to stick together.” 

Michael slides his laptop over in your direction before strolling to the part that he wants you to read. He unintentionally starts to watch you and your facial expressions as you’re taking in the work. Your eyes quickly skim across the work, and you make mental notes along the way until you stop at the point where Michael stopped typing.

He looks at you expectantly once you stop reading. “It’s good. The storyline that you’ve crafted so far in this scene is good. I like the tone, but I’m only getting one side of the argument. I’m hearing your male protagonist’s voice very clearly in this argument, but what about the female lead? What does she ultimately want to express in this argument?”

Michael takes a second, “She wants to feel heard. She wants him to understand that she hasn’t felt seen by him in a while in their relationship.”

“Good. You know your theme and intentions, but it’s not coming through in the scene. All I hear is his voice. Even the lines that you have for her, they’re still in line with his wants. Put yourself in her shoes and react. If you have a partner who hasn’t been meeting your needs, how would you respond as a woman?”

Michael goes through his brain for the answer. On some level, he knows how he wants it to go, but he’s still stuck. He gives you a helpless look, which makes you chuckle. 

“How about this? You rewrite it again, and I’ll give you my critique.”

Michael nods before sliding the computer back towards himself. He takes your words into account and begins typing on the document again. He peers over the top of the computer as you continue scribbling in your notebook. You don’t catch the way that his eyes zoom in on the way that your teeth bite at the end of the pencil. He’s fascinated by you. You don’t even react to the fact that you clearly know who he is.

Little does Michael know, you’re having a full-blown panic attack on the inside.

After a solid twenty minutes pass, he stands and leaves the table. You expect to see that he’s packing up his things, but once you clock that all of his stuff is still here, you shrug. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Michael plops into the seat with a handful of snacks. 

Wordlessly, he slides a pack of Hi-Chews and chips in your direction. You stop writing and give him a questioning look. Michael shrugs, “To say thank you for your help.”

“What if I didn’t like Hi-Chews?”

“There’s a wrapper sticking out of your bag,” Michael points out, nodding his head towards your open laptop bag. You glance at the bag, and sure enough, a brightly-colored wrapper sticks out. 

You can’t stop the laugh as it bursts from your lips, but you cover your mouth. Soon, Michael joins you in laughing. 

“Let me take you out for a coffee after this.”

That’s the story of how you pulled your celebrity crush.

Your relationship with Michael surprises you each day. It really blows your mind that the man that you’ve been writing about for years is finally your boyfriend. Initially, you slow down on writing fics for Michael on Tumblr. It all feels a bit parasocial, especially when you’re with him most of the time. 

But that still doesn’t stop the writer in you.

The more you fall for Michael, the more ideas pop into your head for possible stories. However, you channel the energy into working on writing your own novels. You really try to fight the urge to write on Tumblr. But the Tumblr app on your phone calls to you like the green goblin mask. 

It only takes one specific kiss from Michael, with him pressing you against an elevator wall, to run to Tumblr. The community that you had built over the past years all express how happy they are to have you back, and you fall back into posting naturally. 

Most of the people reading your writing would never suspect that you’re Michael’s new beau.

‘@donwrites: ugh sis, you write Michael so good! It’s like you know him personally.’ 

If only they knew that you had been kissing the man seven days out of the week and cuddling in his bed. 

You keep the writing from Michael. If you’re typing at his house, you’ll play it off as working on a new novel or screenplay. He’s none the wiser to the fact that his girlfriend is writing the most downright filthy smut involving him. 

It’s a random Thursday when Michael gets suspicious. 

He’d invited you over under the guise of working together. You both found that you were a lot more productive when you worked across from each other. You slide the glasses up the bridge of your nose as you type quickly on the computer. You’re honestly in a flow state with the current story that you’re writing about Michael. You’d had the idea to write a story about him dominating the reader after a recent miscommunication. 

You move to exit the bedroom. Sharp tears sting at your eyes as the heat builds in your chest. You sniffle loudly and wipe furiously at your eyes. The ache in your chest increases with each step that you take towards the door. You’re so close to the door when Michael grabs your arm. You try in vain to tug your arm from his grip, but he tightens his hold on you. 

“Michael, let go of me,” You mutter, your chest heaving up and down. 

“No, you don’t get to walk away. I don’t know about any of them other niggas you’ve been dealing with, but we talk things out around here. Go sit down,” He states, a hard edge to his voice. 

You shoot him a hard look, defiance swirling through your irises. Michael matches your stance and squares his shoulder as he stares down at you, “You think I’m playing?” 

He takes a step closer, his eyes growing darker. He moves until he’s standing chest-to-chest with you. Michael moves a hand up to your face and smushes your cheeks between his fingers. Your wide eyes meet his as he brings his face closer to you. 

“Does it look like I’m playing with you?”

You give him a surp––

“What you working on over there, baby?” Michael questions from his side of the office.

You give him an awkward smile. How does one say, “Oh, nothing, babe, just writing out some nasty smut involving you for some equally freaked out women to read?”

Instead, you just respond, “Oh, nothing. Just some romance stuff.” 

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the complete truth either. Michael doesn’t push the issue. He’s asked to read some of your writing before. You’ve obliged and let him read the things that aren’t fanfiction. Though he suspects that you may be writing something else that you don’t want him to see. 

Michael’s not dense. He’s well aware of the rise of smut and spicy scenes in the book community. He figures that you may be writing something along that vein, but he respects you too much to pry. Though he secretly wonders what freaky stuff you could be writing. 

The sex between you and Michael was good. Real good. However, there were certain aspects that you and Michael had explored. For example, he didn’t know about your desire to be dominated by him. He didn’t know about all of the nasty and explicit things that you imagined him doing to him. With Michael, he was very sensual and emotional in the act of sex, which you loved. 

But you also yearned for him to turn you every way but loose. 

For the next ten minutes, you type more for the story, including starting on the smut scene. You’re genuinely reaching flow state when your phone vibrates on the couch. 

“I’ll be back, my agent is calling,” You said to Michael. He nods before looking down at his own computer. You minimize the Tumblr tab before exiting the room. 

Once you leave the room, Michael can’t help the way that his eyes gravitate over to your laptop. The MacBook Pro is practically calling him to take a look. Maybe just a quick peek. He tiptoes across the room and lifts the top of the laptop. He peeks through your folders, including the one labelled “stories.” There’s nothing out of the ordinary there. It’s all the stories and screenplays that you’ve let him read.

He suspects he was overthinking and is about to close your computer when he notices your web browser is still open. Michael slides the mouse over to the open tab and quickly clicks on it. 

Tumblr. 

Now what’s this? His curiosity gets the better of him, and he browses through the website. He’s surprised when he sees stories popping up about himself. He clicks on the “Michael B. Jordan x black!reader” tag and feels like the world shifts for him. There’s a myriad of things here. Some sweet stories, but his intrigue goes up when he sees the NSFW stories. 

Michael looks off to the side where there’s clearly a profile and clicks “view blog.” 

dollhousewrites.

Is this you? He clicks on the post labelled Masterlist and finds that you have an extensive body of work. Michael clicks on the post labelled with his name and realizes that there are a lot of stories about him. He clicks on the most recent post from two weeks ago called “Terms and Conditions.”

Just as he’s about to start reading, he hears your footsteps approaching. He quickly airdrops the link to himself before closing your laptop and sitting at his desk. 

He’s the picture of perfect innocence as you enter the room. He smiles at you, “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, she just wanted to let me know that my publishers want to talk about my next book release for the fall,” You respond, giving him a wide smile.

“That’s great, baby. I’ll take you out tomorrow so we can celebrate,” Michael said, and he meant it. Even when you were both still forming a friendship, he watched how hard you worked on your books and screenplays. You were careful with which details you ingrained in your characters. He’d forever be talking about how you’re his favorite writer, and how he has one of the world’s greatest writers as his girlfriend.

Still, he yearns to know more about you, and that starts with delving into your Tumblr stories.

That night, while you’re sleeping next to him in bed with your back turned, Michael pulls up the Tumblr link on his phone. He strolls through the stories again and starts from the beginning of what he learned is called “a masterlist.” Your initial stories are centered more around Erik Stevenson. You truly capture the essence of what makes the character tic. The recklessness and die-hard mentality for his cause. Michael thinks that you may understand Erik better than he does. 

As he progresses through your masterlist, he clocks the different eras of his career that you write for.  Hell, you’d even written about Vince Howard from a college perspective. He notices the shift once he enters his Sinners era. The works are a lot more mature and erotic. It’s during this part that he reaches the stories that you’ve personally written about him.

He clicks on Terms and Conditions once again. He’s sucked into a world where you’ve characterized him down to the tee. You’ve incorporated some of the subtle mannerisms that you’ve noticed him doing from your time of dating him.

He even catches a few of the phrases that he commonly says in the story. It’s when he makes it to the smut portion of the story that things shift for him. Michael feels the heat rising within his chest and traveling further down. 

Michael removes his head from between your legs, your juices shining all over his mouth. He presses one last lingering kiss to your pulsing clit. You whimper at how sensitive you are. He gives you a dark smile, hunger swirling beneath his brown irises, “You taste so good, baby.”

“Please, Michael,” You beg, doe-eyes desperately begging for more. 

Michael brings his hand up to encircle your pretty neck, “What do you need from me, baby? Just tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” 

He groans at the sound of your desperate words and gently lays you back on the counter. Chills run through your body at the cool marble pressing against your heated skin. Michael takes the moment to look at you, naked and vulnerable, in his hands. Love bites litter the expanse of your skin from where he got greedy earlier. He takes both of your thick thighs in his hands and pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. 

He crudely slaps his dick across your pearl as you flinch from the pleasure. 

“You don’t want me to be nice to you tonight,” He inquires. You shake your head. You always liked him when he toed the line between cruel and permissive. Michael gathers the spit in his mouth and lets it drip down on your pussy. He slides his dicks through the mess, combining it with the slick that he’s oozing from you. 

He takes the tip of his dick and notches it in your––

You shift in the bed and turn on your side to face him. Michael all but jumps out of his skin as he quickly locks his phone and glances to see if you’ve caught him. Peering closer, he lets out a deep sigh of relief once he concludes that you’re still sleeping. 

He takes a second to just breathe. He’s never felt so overwhelmed by reading something. Is this what you wanted him to do to you? He’s dabbled here and there with some rough play and kinks in his sexual life, but he can’t recall a specific moment where he’s allowed himself to fully lose control and just give in. He spares you another glance and fully looks at the content expression on your face. His sweet girlfriend has been writing all this filthy stuff right under his nose.

By the way that his dick is straining against his brief, he concludes that he likes it just as much as you and your readers do.

Michael’s being weird, and that’s putting it lightly because he’s naturally kind of weird at home. No, this is different from his usual weird behavior. He’s been a lot more clingy, which you definitely don’t mind. But he’s been crowding your space more and seemingly more horny for you, which again you aren’t complaining, but you wonder where the shift came from.

Even now, as you both leave the after-party of an event that he was invited to, he’d been all over you. Throughout the night, he kept his grip tight on your waist and would frequently press kisses to the side of your neck. 

Now, inside the car, he reaches across to rest his hand on your thigh, which isn’t unusual for him. However, you clock the way that his hand slides up the apex of your thighs, where your dress has shifted. Michael grips your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, which makes him jump in surprise. 

Michael looks down and clocks where his hand is. He goes to remove his hand until you place yours over his to keep it there. 

“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” Michael asks, worry filling his eyes. You always admired that about Michael. He was a gentleman through and through, and consent was always key with him.

“You’re not making me uncomfortable. I’m just asking if you’re okay. You’ve been crowding me all week. At the party, you were all over me. Now, I’m not complaining, but I could swear you’re ovulating,” You said, smiling widely at him.

Michael shrugs, “I can’t help it. You just look so sexy.” 

He chooses the moment to venture further up where his fingers brush against your panties, which are growing wetter by the second. He peeks over at you, “Take them off for me.” 

You give him a surprised look, to which he smirks, “Just humor me, babygirl.”

You slide your hands under your dress and tug your panties down your legs. Michael opens his hand to you and gestures with his eyes for you to put the panties in his hand. You oblige, and your jaw drops when you see him bring the wet material up to his nose. 

“Open your legs,” He orders. 

You spread your legs, but try to scooch down so that you’re not dripping down on his leather seats. Michael smacks his lips, “Baby, don’t worry about making a mess. That’s the whole point. I wanna smell your pussy on my seat the next time that I get in here.”

You’re clutching at your invisible pearls. Michael guides his hand back to your wet center and trails his fingertips up and down to gather your wetness on his fingertips. He slides two fingers across your clit and rubs circles across the throbbing pearl. Your pretty lips form a pout as the whimpers drop from your mouth. Moving down, Michael’s fingers dip in and out of your entrance as you roll your hips to meet his touch. 

Michael bites his lip at how needy you are. It’s turning him on more knowing that he can’t fully watch you how he wants, but he has to rely on his touch and hearing. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”

You open your legs, and truthfully, you can’t pretend to be shy with your pussy out in his car. Michael plunges two fingers inside your dripping hole. Loud wet noises fill the car as he curls his fingers in and out of you. He presses the palm of his hand into your clit. You throw your head back against the seat as you loudly moan. You clutch at his hand, and Michael’s even more turned on; he clocks you humping against his hand. 

The driveway to his house appears, and he turns to you briefly, “Go ahead and cum for me, babygirl.” He curls his fingers across your spot, and soon, your walls tighten as your release consumes you. Michael pulls into the driveway and has the pleasure of watching as you ride your release out. His eyes wander over your form as your breasts press against the dress. As you come down, your eyes meet his. He gently pulls his fingers from you, which are drenched with your release. Michael slides his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your juices from his fingers. 

He makes a big display of it by closing his eyes and moaning. Once he opens his eyes, he catches your lustful stare. “Come on, we’re not done yet.”

Inside the house, you and Michael are all over each other. Hands messily groping at each other as he slams you against the wall. You can see the brief moment that he pauses, afraid that he’s hurt you, but you smile widely at him. He leans closer until his breath ghosts over your lips, “You don’t want me to be nice to you tonight.”

You freeze. Your confused eyes meet Michael’s as he smirks at you.

“Pause,” You state, pushing gently at his chest. He sets you down on your feet before you move to create distance between yourselves. 

You rack your brain at how he could know that sentence. That sentence of all the possibilities of things that he could’ve said to you. Michael waits patiently on the other side of the room for you to make the connection.

You groan loudly, “You read my story, didn’t you?”

Michael looks like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He tries in vain to appear aloof, but he fails miserably. “Yeah, that night your agent called. I was just curious about what you were writing. I didn’t mean to disrespect your boundaries. I’m sorry.”

You bite your nails, a nervous habit of yours that Michael had been helping you break. 

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I mean, this is so embarrassing. You literally found out that I’ve been writing fanfics about you, and I’m dating you!” You exclaim. You begin pacing back and forth in the room until you move to walk towards the door. 

Michael frowns and quickly crosses the space to stop you, “Why are you leaving?”

He frowns even more when he sees the tears in your eyes. Guilt courses through his body. He steps in front of you and grasps your face in his hands, “Baby, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you or anything like that. This is on me, I shouldn’t have been snooping through your stuff. But I just wanted you to know how much I liked it and to incorporate some of it.”

You sniffle and frown at him, “What? You liked reading my story?”

“Yeah, you know I always like reading whatever you write. If anything, I was flattered that you put that much work into writing for me and my characters. The way you write me, baby, I’ve never seen myself that way. It turned me on, to be honest.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. I keep going back to read all of your stories over.” He pauses to laugh, “I even created an account to start liking your stories.”

You think back to your recent follows and laugh loudly, “Boy, are you bakari87?”

Michael laughs before nodding, “Yeah, mbjlover was already taken.”

There’s a moment of silence before you both break into laughter. Michael looks at you before pressing his lips to yours. “I mean it when I say that I really liked it, babygirl. I was kind of hoping that we could recreate some of the moments from your Terms and Conditions story.”

“You really liked that one?”

“Yeah, the part about me spitting on the reader’s pussy really did it for me.” He slides his hand down to close around your throat. Your eyes move to meet his as the heat floods throughout your body. 

Michael keeps his hand around your throat as he carefully navigates you toward the couch. He gestures for you to take off your heels, which you do. With the heels off, it adds to the height difference between the two of you. He navigates behind you to toy with the zipper of your dress. The sound of the zipper fills the room as you can feel the excitement building in your core. 

The dress falls to your feet as you stand naked before Michael. He runs his across your figure, taking in all the details that he’d committed to memory. Once he’s in front of you, he roughly grabs your face in his hands and smushes your cheeks together. 

“This is the part where you have fucking the reader’s throat. Let’s start there,” He orders gently. You nod obediently and sit on the couch. You go to button his pants when he stops you, “You can’t remember your own story, babygirl? You open my pants with your mouth.”

Your mouth waters as you remember the plot point. Moving forward, you run your face across his bulge. You mouth at the button and move your head to the side to pop it open. You look up at Michael through your lashes as you grasp the zipper between your teeth and move down. Michael is nice enough to remove his pants for you. 

He grabs the back of your head and presses your face into his covered dick. You mouth at his covered dick, your spit staining the front of his briefs. Kissing upwards, you lick at the happy trail of hair leading down into his briefs. Grasping the fabric between your teeth, you pull the briefs down until Michael’s dick is finally exposed to the air. 

“Let me feel your throat, baby,” Michael mutters. You shudder at the realization that he’s quoting directly from your story. You don’t even need directions for your next actions. You lick along the underside of his dick right along the pretty vein that runs through it. 

Your lips close around the tip of Michael’s dick, where his precum covers your taste buds. You suck at his sensitive tip as he groans and throws his head back. You move your mouth down to begin bobbing up and down on his dick. Your hand follows to cover the base where your mouth doesn’t reach. 

Michael curls his hand through your hair and pulls you back, “Stick your tongue out.” 

You do, and he leans down to release a trail of spit into your waiting mouth. Your eyes flutter as you moan at the filthiness of the act. Michael guides you back to his dick, but this time it’s different. You cross your arms behind your back just as you had written in your story. Michael looks down at you for consent, and you gladly give it. 

The first push of his dick makes you gag a little. He pauses to let you adjust. You nod in his hold, and he resumes thrusting. You breathe through your nose as he enters your throat. Spit from your mouth drips onto your breasts and the floor. Tears fill your eyes as your mascara begins to run. Michael looks down and moans loudly, “You look so beautiful, Princess. You’re doing so good for Daddy.” 

Pleasure sparks through Michael’s body at the whole scenario. It turns him on even more with how much you trust him to use you like this. Feeling bold, he pushes your face down so that your nose is engulfed in his pubes. You breathe through your nose and moan around his dick as it settles in your throat. Michael shudders at the feel of your warm throat. After a few seconds, he pulls out of your mouth completely. 

He looks down at you again as you give him a wide smile. Tear, spit, and mascara streak across your face, but to Michael, you’ve never looked more beautiful.

He helps you to stand as he lifts you in his arms. You see him walking to the counter, and your pussy clenches in anticipation. Gently, he lays you across the marble counter. He quickly discards his shirt before moving between your legs. 

“Please, Michael,” you beg, wide eyes meeting his. 

“What do you need from me, baby? Just tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” 

He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. He takes both of your thick thighs in his hands and pulls you closer to the edge of the counter. Just like the story, Michael gathers the spit in his mouth and deposits it crudely on your wet center. He slaps his dick across your clit where the spit landed and rubs the mess in with your combined slick.

Only this time, he won’t be getting interrupted. 

He guides his tip to your entrance, and you both watch as he slips inside your warm walls. Your combined moans fill the empty kitchen as Michael’s thigh touches the back of yours. He pulls back and watches as pussy clings to him. His dark eyes find yours, “You see that? Pretty pussy is begging to keep me in.” 

A deep breath leaves your mouth as he thrusts back in. Michael covers your body with his as he thrusts in and out of you. 

“Michael..” you whine, once he lifts one of your legs to hang over his shoulder.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” He responds, connecting his lips to yours. You whimper as he pulls out of you. You can feel your walls clenching in response to the loss.

Michael maneuvers your body from the counter and bends you over. You shiver as your nipples brush against the cool surface. You look back as Michael lines his tip up with your opening again, “I wanna see that pretty ass bounce on me.” You arch your back in the way that you know he likes, which makes him groan. 

Michael slides inside you as he watches your backside ripple under his thrusts. You look back at him as you start thrusting back against him. Michael’s gaze is focused on the motion of your ass and the ring of cream that’s coating the base of his dick. 

“You’re so deep, baby,” You whimper. 

Michael can feel his own release building inside of him. He grabs your hips to start thrusting again. He reaches under you to start stroking your clit. He leans over to your open mouth, and you stick your tongue out again. A string of spit leaves his mouth and falls into your waiting mouth. A loud cry leaves your mouth as your orgasm hits. You shake in Michael’s hold as tears trail down the side of your face. He kisses your tears and continues to thrust inside of you. 

With one last stroke, Michael moans loudly at this own orgasm consumes him. His own body shakes against your own as he pulls you flush against him. You and Michael moan at the mutual feeling of his cum shooting against your womb. When he pulls out, his cum trails down your thighs. 

You surprise him by dropping to your knees and taking his cum-stained dick into your mouth. 

“Baby, wait..”Michael pleads, still sensitive from his own orgasm. You ignore him and keep bobbing your head while fondling his balls. Michael practically screams as he cums again, his white release painting your tongue. 

You stand up, and Michael clocks that you haven’t swallowed yet. You gesture for him to open his mouth. Your own hand comes to close around his throat as you spit his cum back into his mouth. You don’t waste any time sliding your tongue into his mouth as you both swap the cum back and forth until it’s gone. 

You both pull back as you give him a demure smirk. 

“I hope you write that into the next story for all of your freaky followers,” Michael comments. 

“Oh, I most definitely will. I’m sure that they’ll love to hear that their Oscar Winner loves the taste of his own cum,” You mutter against his lips. 

Michael laughs, “I like it when it’s coming from you. But I’m not done with you yet. There are a few other stories that I wanna recreate, starting with your Sinner story.”

Let’s just say, the girls were treated to a lot more Michael content, approved by the man himself.

End.

Taglist: @plan3tch1ld @anniebelsworld2 @jc3m @krissy455

@irissunshines @mauvecherie-writes @nova-rae @wowitsafemale

@straykids1011 @mirathebookworm @blackgrlmagic @3ricstuff

@zzzyiluv @fabulousgurlll @khxna @heyyimmisunderstood

୨⎯ 𝐋𝐈 𝐒𝟕 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Ace Greene ❥ Private Show.

→ Nicolas Vansteenberghe ❥ One Of The Girls.

→ Ace Greene ❥ The Hideaway.

→ Nicolas Vansteenberghe ❥ Before Work.

→ Amaya Espinal ❥ Water.

→ Jalen Brown ❥ His College Girl.

→ Pepe Garcia ❥ 3 A.M.

→ Olandria Carthen ❥ Nervous.

→ Chris Seeley ❥ Over.

→ Pepe Garcia ❥ Backseat.

→ Nicolas Vansteenberghe ❥ Hearts On Fire.

→ Amaya Espinal ❥ Perfect.

→ Jeremiah Brown ❥ Right Person, Finally Right Timing.

→ Jalen Brown ❥ Southern Gal.

→ Charlie Georgio ❥ Acts Of Service.

→ Chelley Bissainthe ❥ And They Were Roommates.

→ Olandria Carthen ❥ Back To Bama.

→ Olandria Carthen ❥ Something In The Air.

୨⎯ 𝐋𝐈 𝐒𝟔 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Kordell Beckham ❥ What You Need.

→ Serena Page ❥ Wash Day.

→ Leah Kateb ❥ Feel Good.

→ JaNa Craig ❥ Take A Break.

→ Serena Page ❥ Auction.

୨⎯ 𝐖𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Jimmy Uso ❥ Quickie.

→ The Usos ❥ Three’s (Not) A Crowd.

→ Tama Tonga ❥ Stress Reliever.

→ Jey Uso ❥ Possessive.

→ Cody Rhodes ❥ I Missed You.

→ Jimmy Uso ❥ Making Up.

→ Jey Uso ❥ Noticed.

→ Jimmy Uso ❥ In The Morning.

→ Jey Uso ❥ Act Right. (coming soon!)

୨⎯ 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐐 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Big Mama.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Groupies.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Clingy.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Luv U Better.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Coffee.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Saturday Night Lights.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Off Limits.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ To The Side.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ One Thing.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Focus.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Quiet Hours.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ B.A.S.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Melt.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Push It.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Behind Closed Doors.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Safe Space.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Touch Me.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ wgft.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Flexing.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Come.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Wash Day.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ “Thigh-Riq.”

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Munch.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Met Gala.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ If I Can’t Have You.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Natural High.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Educational Incentives.

→ Tyriq Withers ❥ Drunk & Nasty.

୨⎯ 𝐊𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ kwn ❥ wn up.

→ kwn ❥ fxckin.

→ kwn ❥ back of the club.

→ kwn ❥ Pony.

→ kwn ❥ Gym Crush. (coming soon!)

୨⎯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Michael Jackson ❥ Closet Confessions. (coming soon!)

→ Jackie Jackson ❥ Late Nights At Hayvenhurst. (coming soon!)

→ Janet Jackson ❥ Any Time, Any Place. (coming soon!)

→ Jaafar Jackson ❥ Jam. (coming soon!)

୨⎯ 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Vinnie Hacker ❥ Family Gathering.

→ David Corenswet ❥ Rain.

→ Dave East ❥ Perfect.

୨⎯ 𝐖𝐋𝐖 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ⎯୧

→ Kehlani ❥ Clothes Off.

→ Doja Cat ❥ Good Girl.

→ Tyla ❥ Blow. (coming soon!)

→ Angel Reese ❥ Late Night Soaks. (coming soon!)

→ Kehlani ❥ Come See About Me. (coming soon!)

The June heat in Bed-Stuy clung to everything like a second skin—sticky, oppressive, and smelling of asphalt melting under a relentless sun. Inside their third-floor walk-up on Jefferson Avenue, the ancient window unit AC wheezed and rattled, fighting a losing battle against the humidity that made the air feel thick enough to drink.

Erik stood in the narrow kitchen, his bare feet cool against the cracked linoleum as he poured two glasses of iced tea. The ice clinked against the glass, a sharp counterpoint to the muffled bass from a passing car outside. He’d only been in Brooklyn three months, a transplant from Oakland who’d traded West Coast sunshine for East Coast grit, but this apartment already felt more like home than any place he’d lived since leaving the military.

From the living room, Zoya’s laughter erupted, rich and unrestrained, the kind of sound that made strangers turn their heads on the street. Erik leaned against the doorframe, watching as she arranged the game pieces on their coffee table, her movements fluid and confident even in the sweltering heat. She wore cutoff shorts that revealed the smooth, dark expanse of her thighs and a thin tank top that clung to her curves with every subtle shift of her body. Her hair was piled high in a messy bun, loose tendrils escaping to frame her face, glistening with sweat.

“You gonna stand there staring at my ass all day, or you gonna bring me my tea?” Zoya asked without turning around, her voice laced with amusement. She had this sixth sense about him, an awareness of his presence that both intrigued and unsettled Erik.

Erik smirked, pushing off the doorframe. “Just admiring the view before you beat me at Monopoly again and start gloating for the next week.”

Zoya finally turned, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “First of all, it’s not gloating if it’s deserved. Second of all, you’re the one who keeps landing on Boardwalk with my hotels on it. That’s not my fault.”

She accepted the glass from him, her fingers brushing against his. He watched as she brought the glass to her full lips, tilting her head back slightly, her throat working as she swallowed. A bead of condensation traced a path down the glass, mirroring the sweat that trickled between her breasts.

Their friendship had formed quickly after he’d answered her roommate ad on Facebook Marketplace; something about his no-nonsense attitude and her unfiltered humor had clicked immediately. They fell into an easy rhythm of shared meals, Netflix binges, and increasingly competitive board game nights to determine who was stuck with dish duty. The shit-talking was legendary, their pranks escalating in creativity and audacity with each passing month.

But lately, something had changed. Erik found himself watching Zoya when she wasn’t paying attention, the way she bit her lip when concentrating, how her hips swayed when she danced in the kitchen while cooking, the soft sighs she made in her sleep that carried through the thin walls of their apartment. He told himself it was just his military training kicking in, his hyper-observant nature cataloging details about the person he shared space with.

Yet when he caught himself lingering outside her door one night, drawn by the soft sounds of her humming as she got ready for bed, he’d had to admit it was something more. Something that made his chest tighten, and his breath catch in his throat.

“You cheating bastard,” Zoya accused, pulling him from his thoughts. She pointed a finger at the board game box. “I know you stole that Park Place card last week when I went to the bathroom.”

Erik raised his hands in mock surrender. “A soldier never admits defeat, and he certainly doesn’t cheat at board games.”

“Soldier, my ass,” she shot back, though her grin gave away her amusement. “You’re just a sore loser who can’t handle that I’m superior at everything.”

“Everything?” Erik challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Zoya’s eyes darkened slightly, her smile turning knowing. “Everything that matters.”

The air between them thickened with unspoken possibilities, the game pieces forgotten on the coffee table. Erik’s gaze dropped to her mouth, watching as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. His military discipline, usually so ironclad, felt paper-thin in the face of whatever this was developing between them.

“Game on,” he said, his voice lower than before.

Zoya’s answering smile was both a challenge and an invitation. “Game on, nigga.”

As they settled into their usual positions on opposite ends of the couch, Erik couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was different. That the easy friendship they’d cultivated was evolving into something more complex, more dangerous. Something that made him want to push boundaries, to see just how far he could go before one of them broke.

And as Zoya rolled the dice with a triumphant grin, completely unaware of the thoughts running through his mind, Erik made a silent promise to himself: he would stop watching. He would stop lingering outside her door, stop cataloging her every move, stop imagining what it would feel like to touch her.

But even as he made the promise, he knew it was a lie. Because watching Zoya had become his favorite part of the day, and he wasn’t nearly strong enough to give it up.

The Monopoly board between them was a battlefield of colorful currency and plastic monuments, a testament to three hours of escalating warfare. Empty bottles of Corona sat like fallen soldiers, their lime wedges shriveled and brown at the bottom of the glasses. The air in the living room had grown thick with the scent of warm beer and the sweet, cloying smell of Zoya's strawberry vape, which she puffed on between turns with intentional provocative slowness.

“Look at you,” Zoya taunted, leaning forward to stack her money. The movement caused the thin fabric of her tank top to pull taut across her breasts, and Erik’s eyes tracked the curve before he could stop himself. “All that military strategy and you’re still getting your ass handed to you by a girl from the Bronx.”

Erik snorted, reaching for his beer. “First of all, you’re not just ‘a girl from the Bronx.’ You’re a fucking capitalist tyrant in training. Second of all, the night ain’t over.” He took a long swallow, the cold liquid doing nothing to quell the heat building in his gut. It wasn't just the alcohol; it was her. It was always her.

Zoya rolled her eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she took another drag from her vape. The vapor curled around her face like a halo before dissipating. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game. And don’t be salty just ‘cause I own every single property on this board that actually matters.” She gestured with a dismissive wave of her hand, her bracelets clinking together.

He watched, mesmerized, as she absentmindedly twirled a stray strand of her hair around her index finger. It was a nervous habit she had, one he’d cataloged weeks ago. But tonight, in the golden glow of their thrift-store floor lamp, the simple gesture seemed impossibly intimate. He imagined what it would feel like to have those fingers, that hair, tangled in his own.

“Your turn, Navy man,” she said, her voice softer now, the sharp edges of teasing blunted by the tequila they’d switched to an hour ago. She was tipsy, her usual vibrant energy mellowed into something warmer, more pliable. Her guard was down, and Erik found himself leaning into the space she’d inadvertently created.

He forced his attention back to the board, his token—the little top hat—landing ignominiously on yet another of her properties. “Boardwalk. With a hotel. Of course.” He tossed the dice onto the table, the clatter unnaturally loud in the quiet room. “You rigged this shit. I know you did.”

Zoya’s laughter was a low, throaty rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and up Erik’s spine. “I ain’t have to rig nothing. You just suck at this game.” She leaned back against the couch cushions, her body arching slightly, and Erik’s mouth went dry. She stretched her arms above her head, a lazy, cat-like movement that made her tank top ride up, exposing a slice of soft, mocha skin just above the waistband of her shorts. He saw the faint stretch marks there, silvery lines that mapped stories he suddenly found himself desperate to read.

“You’re staring again,” she murmured, her eyes half-lidded as she lowered her arms. She didn’t sound angry. She sounded… pleased.

Erik felt a flush creep up his neck. “Just admiring your victory dance,” he recovered, his voice rougher than he intended. “Must be nice.”

“Oh, it is.” She took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his over the rim of her glass. The air crackled between them, the unspoken thing that had been simmering for months now bubbling just beneath the surface. The playful shit-talking had evaporated, replaced by a charged silence that felt both dangerous and inevitable.

He paid out his last remaining bills, the colorful Monopoly money feeling like pathetic confetti in his hands. “That’s it. I’m broke. You win, you capitalist vulture.”

Zoya whooped, a sound of triumph. She shot to her feet, doing a little victory dance that involved a lot of hip-rolling and hand-waving. It was ridiculous and captivating. “That means dishes for a week!” she sang, pointing a finger at him. “And you’re buying pizza on Friday. And I get to pick the movie.”

Erik just watched her, a slow smile spreading across his face. He didn’t care about the damn dishes. He didn’t care about the pizza or the movie. All he could see was the way the lamplight caught the moisture on her lips, the joyful flush on her cheeks, the unbridled joy in her eyes. He was completely caught, and he knew it.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, standing up. His own movements felt stiff. “Dishes. Whatever.” He started gathering the empty bottles and glasses, his hands brushing against hers as she helped. The contact was electric, which shot straight up his arm.

“Erik?” Zoya’s voice was quiet, close. He turned to find her right behind him, looking up at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. Her earlier boisterousness had vanished, replaced by something softer, more questioning.

“Yeah?” he breathed, his heart hammering against his ribs.

She opened her mouth to say something, then seemed to think better of it. A small, almost shy smile touched her lips. “Nothing. Just… good game.”

She turned and walked toward her room, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room surrounded by the debris of their game night. He listened to the soft pad of her footsteps, the click of her door closing. The apartment fell silent, save for the relentless hum of the air conditioner.

Erik stood there for a long moment, the empty bottles in his hands, the scent of her strawberry vape still hanging in the air. He knew he should go to the kitchen, start the mountain of dishes he’d earned. But his feet felt rooted to the spot. All he could think about was the look in her eyes just now, the way she’d said his name. He was completely distracted, too caught up in the memory of her to remember he was supposed to be on dish duty.

Zoya closed her bedroom door, the click of the latch sounding final in the sudden quiet. She didn’t turn on the main light, instead letting the soft glow from her salt lamp cast warm, pinkish shadows across the room. She leaned against the door for a moment, her heart beating a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The air in here felt different, charged with the energy that had been building between them all night.

She knew Erik was still out there, probably gathering the bottles and glasses. She knew he’d linger in the living room for a bit, and then, inevitably, he’d find an excuse to walk down the narrow hallway toward the kitchen. And he’d pause by her door. He always did.

Zoya had known for weeks. At first, she’d thought she was imagining things, a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision as she drifted off to sleep. But then it became a pattern. The soft creak of the floorboards just outside her room, the subtle shift in the air pressure as the hallway light was blocked for a moment. She’d started leaving her door slightly ajar, just a sliver, testing a theory.

She’d lie there, in the dark, her eyes barely open, just low enough to create the illusion of deep sleep. And she’d watch him. A tall, silent silhouette against the faint light from the living room. He never stayed long, just a minute or two, watching her breathe. She’d wondered what he was thinking, what he saw when he looked at her sleeping form. The thought sent a shiver through her, a mix of vulnerability and a thrilling, forbidden power.

Her fascination had become mutual. She’d started watching him, too. It began innocently enough, needing to borrow a charger, forgetting to tell him something before she left for work. But then she’d gotten bolder. She’d timed her movements, learning his schedule. She knew he took long, hot showers after his workouts, the steam billowing out from under the bathroom door that connected directly to his bedroom.

One afternoon, she’d crept down the hall when she knew he was in the shower. The door to his room was unlocked. She’d slipped inside, her heart pounding, the air thick with the scent of his soap and something uniquely him. And through the cracked bathroom door, she’d seen him.

The image was seared into her memory. Water cascading over the sculpted planes of his back, the powerful muscles of his shoulders and arms flexing as he ran his hands over his fade. He’d turned, and she’d seen his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the powerful thighs. And then, everything else. He was magnificent, a perfect specimen of a man, and the raw, unguarded sight of him had made her mouth go dry and a heat pool low in her belly.

Since that day, he was all she could think about when she was alone in her bed at night. Her hands would drift down her body, her eyes closed as she replayed the image of him, imagining what it would feel like to have those hands, that mouth, all of him, focused entirely on her.

And now, tonight, the game was over. The pretense felt flimsy, ready to shatter. She could hear him moving in the kitchen, the clatter of dishes, the running of the faucet. She gave him ten minutes, long enough to get started but not long enough to get too invested in the chore. Then, she made her move.

Zoya slipped out of her shorts and tank top, pulling on a thin, oversized t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. She didn’t bother with panties. She lay back on her bed, the cool sheets a contrast to the heat of her skin. She closed her eyes, her breathing slow and even, and waited.

It didn’t take long. The familiar soft creak of the floorboards. The subtle shift in the light. He was there.

The dishes could wait. Erik stood at the sink, the water running over his hands, but his mind was miles away, down the short hallway and behind that slightly ajar bedroom door. He’d only meant to pass by, to grab a dishtowel from the linen closet at the end of the hall. But then he’d heard it. A soft, breathy sound, barely audible over the rattle of the air conditioner. Not a cry of distress. Something else entirely.

His feet moved of their own accord, silent on the old floorboards. He told himself to stop, to turn back to the kitchen, to finish his goddamn chores. But his discipline that governed every other aspect of his life had evaporated, replaced by a raw, primal curiosity. He paused, his body hidden in the shadows of the hallway, and peered through the sliver of open space.

The sight hit him like a physical blow. Zoya was on her bed, bathed in the warm, reddish glow of that damn salt lamp she loved. She wore one of his old t-shirts, the fabric bunched up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed from the hips down. Her legs were slightly parted, one knee bent, and her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against the pillows.

Shock, hot and immediate, jolted through him. This was Zoya. His roommate. His friend. The woman who stole his Monopoly money and left her wet towels on his bathroom floor because she swore his water got hotter than the water in the main bathroom. He should back away. He should cough, or knock, or do something to announce his presence and give her the privacy he was so flagrantly violating.

But he couldn't move. He was frozen, captivated, as her hand began to move. It drifted down her stomach, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path over the soft skin of her belly. He watched, mesmerized, as she slid lower, through the neat curls of her pubic hair. He heard a soft gasp escape her lips, and the sound went straight to his dick.

This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Every fiber of his being, every lesson in honor and respect he’d ever learned, screamed at him to leave. But his feet were nailed to the floor. His eyes were locked on her, on the intimate scene unfolding just feet away from him.

Her fingers began to move, slow circles at first. Erik’s Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He could see everything. The soft pink of her folds, glistening in the dim light as she grew wetter. He watched as her other hand joined the first, using her fingers to hold herself open, giving him an unobstructed view of the most private part of her. It was a deliberate act, a silent invitation that made his head spin.

Her confidence started showing out. Every roll of her hips got slower, dirtier, like she knew exactly what she was doing. The room felt thick with it. A soft moan slipped from her lips, then another one, louder this time, making something low and dangerous twist in Erik’s gut.

“Fuck…”

His jaw tightened. He was hard as a motherfucker. The pressure behind his jeans was damn near distracting, throbbing with every sound she made. He shifted his stance, trying to ease some of the ache, but it didn’t do shit. If anything, it made it worse. His hand dropped instinctively, gripping at himself through the denim, cursing under his breath. This was a bad idea. He knew it. Knew he should’ve walked away the second he realized what was happening.

But he couldn’t. Couldn’t stop looking. Couldn’t stop listening. Couldn’t stop imagining.

Every nerve in his body felt lit up, tension winding tighter and tighter inside him until he thought he might snap. The hallway suddenly felt too small, too hot, the distance between him and that room feeling both miles long and nowhere near long enough. Erik dragged a hand down his face.

“Goddamn, Zoya…” he muttered, his voice rough as gravel.

And still, he stayed exactly where he was. Watching. Stuck. Like a nigga who’d forgotten how to leave.

Shit. He was straight up a Peeping Tom now, some creep-ass nigga hiding in the dark while the woman he couldn't stop thinking about touched herself just a few feet away. He made himself a promise, right there in the shadows. This was it. Last time. Tonight was the night he'd cut this shit out. He'd go back to his room, lock the fucking door, and never pull this stunt again.

Then she slid a finger inside herself.

And just like that, his whole world went fucking tunnel vision. All he could see was that finger disappearing into her slick, wet heat, then sliding back out, shining with her juices. She added another one, her back arching off the bed as she started fucking herself for real. Her breaths turned into ragged-ass pants, her movements getting faster, more desperate. The only sound in his ears was the wet, sloppy noise of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

He was completely gone. Hypnotized. His mind was running wild, picturing what it would feel like to be buried in her instead of her own damn fingers, to feel her walls clamping down on him when she came. He could almost taste her on his tongue, could smell the sweet scent of her pussy filling his head, making his dick throb so hard he thought he might bust a nut right there in his jeans.

He could see she was close. Her body was tense, from a pleasure waiting to be released. Her fingers moved faster, her thumb circling her clit as she pumped herself. Her moans were constant now, a desperate, beautiful music that made his own body ache with need.

Just as he thought she was about to tip over the edge, she stopped.

Her movements stilled, her body frozen in mid-arch. For a heart-stopping moment, she lay there, panting. Then, slowly, she turned her head.

Her eyes, dark and knowing, found his through the darkness of the hallway. She wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t angry. She looked… triumphant.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She held his gaze, her hand still resting between her legs, and spoke, her voice husky with desire and thick with challenge.

“You gonna stand there watching all night,” she asked, “or are you gonna come eat?”

The words just hung there, a challenge dripping from her lips. For a hot second, Erik didn't move, still stuck in the shadows of the hallway. His heart was beating like a damn drum against his ribs, some primal shit telling him to go, to take. But that other part of him, the part that was all about watching and waiting, held him back. He wanted to see her lose it. He wanted to see the exact moment she broke, right before he ever laid a finger on her.

Slowly, he pushed off the doorframe and stepped into her room. His eyes never left hers. The dim light cut across his face, showing the raw hunger in his gaze.

"I ain't done watching yet," he said, his voice a low, rough growl that made Zoya's whole body vibrate.

A slow, wicked grin spread across her lips. She got it. This wasn't just about him wanting to fuck her; this was about him owning the moment, about seeing it all go down before he got in the game. That was Erik, always a nigga who had to be in charge, even when he was just watching.

She watched him cross the room, but he didn't go to the bed. He went to that beat-up armchair in the corner, the one usually buried under a mountain of her clothes. He calmly pushed the laundry onto the floor and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked relaxed, but his whole body was tight. He didn't make a move to take his clothes off, to get closer. He just sat. And he watched.

The power switched up. Zoya wasn't just putting on a show anymore; she was running this shit. And she was gonna give him a performance he'd never forget.

Her eyes locked on his as her hand went back to work. Her moves were slower now, more on purpose. She wasn't just trying to cum; she was showing him how it was done. She spread her legs wider for him to see everything. Her fingers slid through her slick folds, getting wet before she started circling her clit again.

"You like what you see, E?" she breathed, her voice a soft tease.

He didn't answer with words. His eyes dropped to where her hand was moving, and his own hand came down to rest on the hard bulge pushing against his jeans. He didn't try to hide it. He palmed his dick, the thick shape of it clear through the denim. The sight of him touching himself while he watched her sent a fresh wave of heat straight through Zoya's body.

Her fingers moved faster, her hips starting to rock again. She kept her eyes on him, watching the way his jaw clenched, the way his chest moved up and down with his heavy breathing. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of her fingers and their shared, ragged breaths.

"You like watching me touch myself?" she asked, her voice breaking on a moan. "You like knowing I was thinking about you all those nights you were standing outside my door?"

Erik's hand tightened on his dick, a low groan rumbling in his chest. He was completely lost, all that control burned away by the sight of her. All that holding back was gone, leaving nothing but raw, fucking need.

Zoya could feel her orgasm building again, stronger this time, powered by his intense stare. She slid two fingers back inside herself, pumping them in and out to the rhythm of her own heart. Her thumb pressed against her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her whole body.

“Fuck, Zoya,” he rasped, sounding like the words got dragged straight outta his chest. His eyes stayed locked on her, dark and heavy, like he was trying to memorize every second of her.

That was all it took. The way he was looking at her. The way he said her name. The way every ounce of his attention was fixed on her like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing.

“Shit—”

The curse broke from her lips before she could stop it. Her head fell back, her body going taut as the feeling crashed through her. It hit hard, rolling through her in wave after wave until she couldn’t do nothing but ride it out. Her whole body trembled, legs shaking, chest heaving as she gasped for air.

For a few seconds, everything else disappeared. The room. The apartment. The city outside. All of it. There was only the rush tearing through her and the man sitting across from her watching like he’d been starving for the sight.

When it finally started to ease, she dropped back against the pillows, breathing hard, trying to pull herself together while Erik’s gaze never left her for a single damn second.

Through it all, she kept her eyes on Erik, watching as he palmed himself. He didn't look away, not for a second, his gaze locked on the sight of her falling apart, just for him.

The room felt heavy as hell after that. Thick with heat, tension, and all the shit neither one of them had been saying for months. Zoya was stretched across the bed, still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling while she stared at him. Not shy. Not embarrassed.

Waiting.

Erik pushed himself up from the chair slowly, like he wasn't in a rush, even though every muscle in his body was tight with need. The scrape of denim sounded loud in the quiet room. He reached behind his neck, grabbed his shirt, and peeled it off in one smooth motion.

"Damn," Zoya breathed.

The sight of him would've made anybody stop and stare.

Dark skin stretched over hard muscle. Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Deep scars cut across his chest like old stories he never bothered explaining. He looked dangerous standing there. Like trouble wrapped in flesh.

And he knew it. His eyes never left hers as he crossed the room. Slow. Like a predator that already knew the hunt was over. He stopped at the edge of the bed. Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. Zoya spread her legs wider. The look that flashed across Erik's face nearly made her shiver. His hands slid over her thighs, rough palms gripping firmly.

"Been driving me fucking crazy," he muttered. His voice was low. The kind of voice that settled right between a woman's legs. For a second, he just looked at her. Taking his time. Studying her. Like he'd spent months imagining this exact moment, and now that he finally had it, he wasn't about to rush.

"Look at you," he said, shaking his head. "Got me out here acting stupid."

Zoya laughed softly.

"Nigga, you been acting stupid."

"Yeah?"

"Standing outside my door."

A grin tugged at his mouth.

"Maybe."

"Maybe my ass."

His laugh rumbled deep in his chest. The tension cracked for a second. Then his eyes dropped again. And the room got hot all over. Real hot. The kind of heat that made it hard to think straight. Hard to remember why either one of them had spent months pretending there wasn't something between them.

Erik looked back up. Their eyes locked. Neither looked away. Not this time. Not anymore. The game was over. And both of them knew it.

He lowered his head, and for a moment, he just looked. His gaze was intense, focused, like he was studying every fucking detail of her. Then he leaned in and inhaled deeply, a low sound rumbling in his chest.

"Smell so fucking good," he muttered, his voice muffled against her skin.

And then he feasted.

There was no slow build-up, no gentle teasing. Erik went straight for the kill like he was storming a goddamn beach. His tongue flattened against her, a wide, wet stroke that split her folds open and sent a violent jolt of electricity straight up her spine. He groaned as he tasted her, a deep, guttural sound of pure fucking satisfaction, like a man who’d been crawling through the desert for days and just found an oasis. He wasn't just tasting her; he was drinking her in, his whole body tensing with the sheer, overwhelming flavor of her. It was filthy, it was the kind of wet, messy, desperate shit that made your toes curl, and your eyes roll back in your head.

"Fuck," Zoya gasped, her hands flying to his head as she began riding his face. "Erik..."

He didn't answer. He just ate. His tongue was a fucking weapon, a blade of pure muscle and heat, and he wielded that shit like he was born to do it. He licked her from the dripping, hungry mouth of her entrance all the way up to the hard, pulsing knot of her clit, his movements so sure, so confident, it was like he'd mapped this territory in his goddamn dreams. He wasn't just tasting her; he was devouring her, consuming her like she was the last meal on death row and he was a man making peace with his god. He ate like her pussy was the only thing that could save him, his mouth a wet, filthy paradise, his groans a bassline to the nasty symphony he was conducting between her legs.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard. Zoya's legs shot out, locking around his head in a vice-like grip, pulling him impossibly deeper. A sharp cry tore from her throat as her thighs clamped down on his ears, muffling the sound. It was too much, too intense, a pleasure that bordered on pain, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. She wanted to drown in it. Her heels dug into his back, a silent, desperate command to never, ever let go.

"Right there, E, right there," she panted, her hips grinding against his face. "Don't you fucking stop."

Erik answered her with a growl, a deep, resonant vibration that bloomed from her clit and spread through her entire being like a shockwave, constellations bursting behind her closed eyelids. But he denied her the thickness of his fingers. Instead, he withdrew his mouth just enough to whisper against her slick, swollen flesh, "Nah. Wanna taste all of you."

Then his tongue became the instrument of her undoing.

It was a slow invasion at first. He pressed the firm, slick muscle against her entrance, a teasing promise before he pushed inside, a deep, languid stroke that filled her in a way that was both intimate and shockingly raw. He set a rhythm, a sensual, unhurried tempo that was the opposite of frantic. It was a deep, worshipful fucking, his tongue curling and stroking her inner walls, exploring every sensitive ridge of her very essence. Her breath hitched, her body arching into the exquisite, filling pressure.

Just as she began to crest that first gentle wave, he retreated. Before she could mourn the loss, his mouth was back on her clit, this time with a soft, suctioning pull that was less about force and more about devotion. He drew the sensitive pearl between his lips, his tongue lavishing it with slow, lazy circles that were somehow more devastating than the frantic pace before. The pleasure was different now, deeper, richer, a slow burn instead of a flash fire.

He repeated the cycle, again and again. He would feast on her with deep, tongue-fucking thrusts that built her tension to a breaking point, only to withdraw and worship her clit with a patient, licking adoration that soothed and tormented in equal measure. It was a beautiful dance, a sensual push and pull that drove her to the brink of madness and then cradled her there. He was no longer just eating her; he was speaking a language with his mouth, a dialect of pure sensation, and he was telling her everything he'd never said out loud.

The room was filled with the filthy, wet sounds of him eating her pussy, the sounds of her moans and his groans, the sounds of their shared, desperate need. 

He was a sniper, and her clit was his target. Every flick of his tongue was precise, calculated to drive her closer and closer to the edge. He watched her face, his dark eyes intense and focused, reading her every reaction, adjusting his technique to push her higher and higher.

"You gonna cum for me, Zoya?" he demanded, his voice a low, rough command against her skin. "You gonna soak my fucking face?"

The combination of his filthy mouth and his expert technique sent her hurtling over the edge. Her orgasm crashed over her, harder and more intense than the first. It was the dual assault, the relentless, deep fucking of his tongue, and the friction of his neatly trimmed beard against the hypersensitive skin of her inner thighs and folds. That coarse, masculine scrape was a brand of pleasure all its own, a rough counterpoint to the slick, demanding muscle of his mouth that pushes her over the edge. Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, a messy pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure leaked out of her, each one more intense than the last. She cried out his name, the sound breaking, ragged and raw, as she rode out the intense, mind-blowing release.

Erik didn't stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she was a trembling, whimpering mess. He lapped up every drop of her cum, his tongue cleaning her pussy with a devotion that was both tender and possessive.

When she finally collapsed back against the pillows, her body limp and spent, Erik lifted his head. His face was glistening with her wetness, his lips swollen and red. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and filled with a satisfaction that was both terrifying and incredibly sexy.

You were in the middle of a dream. A handsome cop by the name of Kevin Atwater had taken you back to his lair and fucked you ten ways from Sunday. Kevin lit a fire under your skin, to the point that you never wanted to wake up.

A deep pull in your belly wrestled for attention. Oh, oh that felt good. You moaned and wasn't sure if that was in the dream or wakefulness. You did not want to wake up to your empty, cold bed with laundry calling your name and mugs in the sink.

Dream Kevin moaned and it echoed in your ears. What was going on? You roused from sleep reluctantly, suckling between your legs finally registering. You barely had time to open your eyes and see Kevin making out with your pussy with his eyes closed, like he was feasting in Valhalla.

At your movement, he glanced up and caught your eyes, giving you a wink before he returned his lips to your pussy. His tongue to your clit. Your hands flew to either side of you, gripping his sheets in a vice grip as an orgasm tore through you.

Surely, he wrangled every single one out of you by now. Surely, there couldn't be one more. But the man was too determined to keep going, moaning as fresh slick coated his beard. His wet hair slid across your thighs, dragging ragged giggles from you. The fog of the dream competed with each swipe of his tongue.

Kevin moaned, suckled, and devoured your pussy. You twitched with every slide, every lick. "Kev-plea-" you begged but it fell on deaf ears.

Tears pricked your eyes as your back bowed, your lungs burning from screaming through a potent orgasm. The type to make you question what defines life. Kevin brought you there effortlessly, endlessly. You came down with a keening whine while your body jerked and twisted.

Kevin's large hands held your thighs open, easily keeping his plate where he wanted it. "Good morning, gorgeous. See what you coulda had yesterday?"

He placed gentle kisses to your thighs, leaving giant wet spots against your skin. You shivered from the lewdness of it all. "I'm pretty sure I died," you murmured, sleep calling to you again.

Kevin chuckled, burying his nose in your pussy and taking a deep breath. His nose tickled your clit and you jerked away. You were too damn sensitive. Kevin took mercy on you, kissing up your body, leaving a trail of your essence all over your body.

This man was insane. Had to be. Was it possible to be addicted to cumming? Because as sensitive as you were, looking into Kevin's beautiful eyes and that sexy grin of his, you wanted to give him every single orgasm you possessed.

He stopped when he got to your titties, taking a moment to kiss each swell of your breasts. He teased one nipple between his teeth, the sharp tug responding with a twitch of your clit. You ran your hands over his body, kneading, pinching, and caressing. He was real. He was here. He was currently making you so damn horny, you were about to eat him alive.

He switched his attention to the other nipple, his hands coming up to pin you to the mattress. He smirked, returning to sucking on your nipples the same way he sucked on your clit.

"Kevin, please," you whispered. "Too much."

"Shh, I'm just saying hi to my girls. That's all," he said, flicking his tongue against your nipple.

Your teeth chattered and then he moved back to your left titty, teeth grazing your nipple. You arched but he settled his weight on top, careful not to crush you. "I want your whole weight on me," you said.

He smiled and dropped more of his weight on you. You sighed from the feeling of being crushed by him, his heavy body covering you and making you feel protected and safe. It was over for you. There was no more fight left in you. Why fight against this?

Who cared if was quick? Who cared if it was this intense? This connection had to mean something. It didn't happen by accident. You thanked your lucky stars to find a unicorn like him. Someone to match you in all the ways it mattered.

Kevin released your wrists and moved his kisses up, landing on your neck. You rubbed against him like a cat, moving your leg to trap him in place. You lived here now.

"You gon' let me go?" He nipped at your neck, making you hiss with pleasure and pain. You felt like you sucked on a live wire. Everywhere he touched was sensitive. Everywhere he didn't touch felt his phantom touch, like it was only a matter of time before he touched there too.

"Nope," you said, popping the 'P' and grinned at him.

"Good. I got plans for you," he said, finally bringing those sexy pink lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his lips, smelled yourself in his beard. It made your pussy clench painfully. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Mhhm. How would you feel about getting some sun? I can drive you home, you can change, we can take a walk, get some breakfast, come back so I can do nasty things to ya," he said, ticking off each activity with a kiss to your lips. With everything he rattled off, it sounded heavenly.

"Oh yeah, I'ma need that. I keep a spare bag of clothes in my car," you said.

"Oh, you come prepared?" He grinned and kissed you, his kisses lazy and slow. Yep, you definitely lived here now.

"I stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready. I never know where I'll be or when I'll need spare clothes," you corrected, not wanting him to get a big head.

"Okay, if that makes you feel better," he said.

"Shut up!" You giggled. Kevin took that personally, as he started to hunt for ticklish spots. You giggled and slapped his hands away, screaming for mercy. When you sobered, you snuggled further into him, feeling all dainty and cute in his huge presence.

"Then let's get a move on, beautiful," he said. He offered to grab your go bag from your car and you told him where to find your keys. He dressed in sweats and a tank, earning a growl from you, and he chuckled. He made quick work of grabbing your bag and dropping it in the bathroom.

He shed his clothes as he walked into the room, revealing his delicious chest and the curly hair on his belly. He grinned while he approached, dropping a kiss to your lips before he helped you out of his bed.

Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and you dug through your bag for a spare shower bonnet. This bag had saved you in so many ways, it was hard to count. Bad period days, ripped pants, that time you spilled ketchup on your shirt.

You worked with Kevin on a compromise for the best temperature and then he climbed in, letting the water cascade down his hair and face. You stepped in after, the steam enveloping you.

"You are so damn beautiful," Kevin sighed, looking at you like you hung the moon. Fuck, you would never get sick of this.

"Even with this bonnet," you said with a shy grin.

"Especially with the bonnet," he promised.

You talked about nothing and everything, switching between politics, the state of the world's education, and the questionable quality of DC movies. All the while, you and Kevin lathered up washcloths and took turns washing each other.

Though it wasn't sexual in nature, Kevin couldn't help lingering around your titties, kneading the cloth and squeezing your titty with it. He bit his lip at your moan and the ways your eyes fluttered closed. You got your revenge though, wrapping the cloth around his dick.

The cloth couldn't hide that long dick of his, but you made soapy progress, stroking him and paying attention to how it pleased him. Kevin was a vocal lover, moaning in places you did well and coaching you in others.

It was wild to discuss Scream movies and how the first one was the best and only one that mattered while stroking someone's dick, but there you were. Comfortable as hell, present with a wonderful man.

You stroked harder, pulling him down for a scorching kiss that made your knees weak. Kevin moaned into your mouth and hissed with a curse under his breath as he climaxed all over your belly.

It took great effort for Kevin to open his eyes. When he did, you gave him a saucy wink and washed his cum off of your belly. His overwhelming soap filled his shower making you drown in just him.

He grinned. "Alright, I'ma get you back for that," he said. He turned the water off and helped you out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry you off. He enveloped you in his arms, his body heat doing more work than the towel.

"Ain't nobody shook," you teased, grabbing another towel from the sink and drying him off.

You worked down to his legs, leaning into a squat that put you eye level with his dick at half mast. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, leaning out to plant a kiss on the tip of his dick.

His dick jumped and you leaned back with a giggle. You had yet to give him a blow job and you briefly wondered if you could fit all of that in your mouth. Kevin groaned and took a deep breath. "Don't get hurt, nah," he said.

You grinned. You really ought to stop. He unleashed some inner animal inside of you that just wanted him to live inside you. But technically, you only met the man Friday night so you had to chill. A smidgen.

Kevin helped you stand and looked at you like you were the first ray of sun after a long night. How could you not get carried away when he looked at you like that? Made you feel desired with just a crinkle in his eyes.

You quickly got dressed in a fresh pair of panties, navy leggings, and an olive green shirt. Kevin threw on black sweats with a matching shirt, his gold chain peeking out from beneath. Such a casual outfit and you were ready to tear it off and hop back on him.

"I know where your nasty ass mind is," he said as he held the front door open for you. You trailed your hand down his stomach as you passed and felt his belly clench beneath your fingers.

You grazed his dick and he growled low in his throat. "I'm just passing by," you said sweetly.

Kevin locked up and then took your hand, walking with you outside into the crisp late spring air. He told you about a coffee shop a few blocks down and you told him to lead the way.

Kevin kept pace with you and you were glad for the sweet gesture. Because with his lumbering gait, you'd be out of breath before you reached the end of the corner. You talked about nothing as he stayed on the street side of the sidewalk, blocking most of the wind.

"Have you ever considered moving to a different unit?" You took a deep breath of fresh air. He was right, some sun was needed.

Kevin shook his head. "Nah, I like where I'm at. Them's my folks, you know?"

You nodded. "Claire tells me about some of the wild stories she hears from Jay. I can't even imagine everything you go through."

Kevin shrugged and made a noncommittal sound. He could downplay it all he wanted, but it was still a big deal. "It's hard, that's for sure. I just wanna help. Feels like folks don't help anymore," he said.

You looked around at the surrounding houses, the way it all seemed so undisturbed. When you were younger, you couldn't toss a rock without kids playing out in the front yards. Without retirees sitting out on the porch, watching babies play in a kiddie pool in the summer.

"Yeah, you can say that again. Do you plan on being a cop for a long time?"

"Yeah, as long as they let me. Would that bother you?" Kevin glanced at you.

You took a moment to think it over. It did make you nervous to an extent. There was so much turmoil and hate out in the world. Claire was right, at any point someone could take him out.

Your chest squeezed at the thought of Kevin not being in the world. You'd known him a short time and yet it was like you'd known him forever.

You spent so long compiling the perfect checklist, building the perfect man in your mind. He had to be kind, he had to be gentle, he had to be nasty, and he had to be loyal. When confronted with such a perfect man, your mind searched for reasons not to. Afraid that it was too good to be true, that you truly did find the right man for you.

But, he was a cop, he could be shot or maimed horribly. He could be gunned down by a fellow cop who only sees a threat. He could have a weird habit like picking his teeth with his fingers.

"I want to try," you told him. "I can't say it doesn't bother me. But I know that I want to explore this."

Kevin licked his lips and gave you a sweet grin. "I like that. I want to explore this with you too," he said.

Approaching a local coffee shop, Kevin opened the door for you. You got in line, going over your different tastes in coffee. Kevin was a typical cop. He just liked it black and hot. You teased him about it while you ordered and got a blueberry muffin to go with. Kevin grabbed a breakfast sandwich and you grabbed a table towards the back, eating and talking through a small breakfast.

Kevin kept the conversation lively, talking about the happier side to being a cop. The many people he got to save by being there in the nick of time. He gushed about his siblings and you absolutely melted at the pride and love in his eyes. It made your pussy ache listening to how he stepped up so you shoved that thought out of your mind.

The morning sun turned into early afternoon and the light played off of Kevin's angles. He talked with his whole body, weaving tales as if you were really there with him. Your mind drifted though, distracted by his open face. His long eyelashes were enchanting, his lips plump and juicy while he licked them often. Oh, that bastard. He had to be doing it on purpose.

It was easy to get lost in the conversation, the flow moving so seamlessly that the coffee shop filled up and the sound didn't register at all. It didn't matter what other folks had going on. You just wanted to listen to him.

You told your own stories about work and family, different events you attended with Jay and Claire. You told him about your last vacation to Thailand and how seeing the ruins were your favorite part.

The way he listened made you feel actually heard. He asked questions where he needed and invited you to keep sharing. You never had so much damn fun sitting and talking. Eventually though, the coffee shop got too packed and it was time to head back to his place.

Back to reality.

Neither one of you brought up the subject of returning back to your normal lives. You had to get back to work and chores and trying to relax without guilt. He had to go back to being on call, ready to spring into action at any moment. The bubble would burst and yeah, you were worried that this was just a sex haze.

You hoped that wasn't the case. It didn't feel like it was, but hey, people did stranger things after a few…dozens of orgasms. Dozens. This man trained your body from the very first handshake.

The walk to his place was more somber. He held your hand and held you close, but there were no words to be said. Back at his place, you settled headed for his couch. He pulled you back, giving you a sexy grin.

"I believe there's a policy in place, beautiful," he said.

You giggled. "Oh, you can't be serious," you said.

"There are punishments for breaking the law. Do we want to play that game?" He gave you a devilish grin, begging you to disobey him.

You shivered. But the memory of his first punishment was too fresh in your mind. You couldn't survive another round of watching him cum without it in you or on you. Fuck. He turned you into a sex fiend. Shamelessly too.

You opted to be good, wanting him more than you wanted to be a minx. For now. You stripped out of your clothes, getting butterball naked while he watched with hungry elevator eyes. You felt so sexy in his presence.

"Hm, hm, hm," he muttered, biting his lip as the last of the clothes hit the floor. He took your hand and led you to the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his lap.

"It's going to be real painful going home after this," you said, wanting to rip the band-aid off. The suspense was killing you and before you went any further, you wanted to lay it all out there.

He sighed in agreement and settled into the sofa, widening his legs so that you could sit comfortably. His hands gripped your hips, rubbing his fingers in circles on your skin. "Why does it feel so damn hard? We're going to see each other again," he said.

The certainty in his tone sent shivers down your spine. Especially in that deep voice of his. You smiled at him. "That's what's frying me!"

You squeezed his arms, needing to feel him. It was insane. But at least you both were feeling it.

"It's not forever. Just for a few days when our schedules align," he said. "And you'll stay until the morning."

"Oh, I will, huh?" You giggled.

Kevin bounced you on his knee making your titties bounce with. He bit his lip and did it again and you giggled harder, gripping his forearms so you wouldn't go flying off. His hands still held you in place, not budging at all in his capable hands.

"You will. I want to wake up to that pretty face again," he said. "With my morning snack."

Your pussy clenched even as you laughed and rolled your eyes. You literally could not with him. "I can definitely get used to that."

"So, we're going to enjoy the rest of tonight. Just you and me," he said.

"I'd really like that," you said, leaning over to kiss him. He moaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue peeking out to duel with yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and then continued to kiss, his hands coming up to cup the back of your head. He pulled you every which way he wanted you to go. You were able to feel all of him, hear his breathy moans, and get lost in the kiss.

Kevin slowly broke away, grinning as you tried to steal one more. He winked at your confused pout and stood up with you in his arms. He carried you to his room, turning on the light as he went.

He deposited you on his bed and he stripped in front of you, never breaking eye contact as he did so. You looked your fill, moaning at every new piece of skin he revealed. He kept his body in shape, his muscles flexing as he moved. He grinned at you and then climbed onto the bed, pulling you beneath him.

He dropped his weight on you and you sighed in pure bliss. It was a struggle to get a full breath and you sighed again, never being able to describe the relief you felt. You greedily clung onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You made out, continuing your earlier dance. Kevin's fingers traveled down your body, bringing goosebumps with it. He reached between you, rubbing your clit and you jerked, moaning into his mouth.

The break gave you both a chance to catch your breath, but his fingers worked overtime. You were wet from the moment he told you to get out of your clothes, but with his fingers working a steady beat, making your legs shake in the most delicious way, the orgasm snuck up on you and you convulsed, screaming his name as the wave rode you.

"That's right, beautiful," he moaned, moving his fingers to slide into your pussy. You clenched around two..no, three of his fingers stretching you, and playing with your G-spot like it was his personal stress relief toy.

Your hands clawed at him, trying to escape and get away. The downside to being crushed by his weight was that he effectively pinned you to the matress and prevented escape. Your body twitched and jerked as another orgasm ripped through, snatching every one of your senses.

As you came down, your body rebooted and came back online. First came your hearing, as you heard Kevin whisper filthy shit in your ear. "I'm going to fill this pussy up. Every last fuckin' drop I got," he said.

He ended his words with a kiss to your neck. Next came feeling, as his lips traveled to the spot beneath your ear, causing your thighs to tingle. Kevin pulled his fingers free of your pussy, bringing them to your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting your essence on his thick fingers.

"Clean it up, baby," he said. He pulled his fingers out and kissed you. His dick throbbed against your ass.

"Fill me up, Kev, please," you moaned. You needed him connected to you, as close as he could possibly get.

"Flip the fuck over," he grunted. He backed off of you and you gulped in fresh pulls of air. He got to his knees with renewed energy, pulling you into the position he wanted without waiting for you to comply.

You laid nearly flat on the bed with your knees putting you at a certain angle. Kevin laid behind you, lining himself up. Without a word, he thrust inside you to the hilt.

"Oh fuck!" You cried out, the sudden fullness sending your mind straight to outer space.

Kevin leaned down until his chest was on your back, his thighs pressed to the back of yours, and a possessive hand around your right hip. He kissed your ear and began to thrust, each deep stroke like a crack of thunder in the quiet room.

There was nothing but your mingled, panicked breaths echoing in the room. The smell of sex and sweat a powerful aphrodisiac. "Oh fuck, Kevin," you moaned into the bed.

"That's it, right there. Fuck you feel so good. Fuckin' made for this dick. This my pussy from now on," he moaned, his thrusts still rocking into you, pounding you into the bed as if you were a nail in the wall.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," you moaned. You never called a man that in your life. And yet Kevin earned the title. And then some. You clenched around his dick, your walls shaking from how easily you gushed for him.

"That's it, baby. Give me what Daddy deserve. Bounce on that dick. Bounce on that dick, baby," he moaned, his dick throbbing inside you.

"Shit, I'm finna—" You screamed as your orgasm rushed through you, more intense than any he's given you the past few days. Your nails dug into his covers, gripping on for dear life.

Kevin stroked a few more times, like his body was moving faster than he could keep up with. He hissed in your ear and moaned as he climaxed, filling your pussy with his cum.

"That's it. That's it, milk it out of me," he said as you bounced on it, squeezing your pussy to capture every drop.

He collapsed on top of you, his panting breaths rivaling your own. Your pussy throbbed in time with his dick, in sync in ways you didn't even know was possible. Kevin softened and gently pulled out of you, a rush of his cum leaking out of you.

Kevin sat back on his haunches and pulled your asscheeks apart to watch him slide down your pussy lips.

"So fuckin' perfect," he whispered in awe.

You yawned and Kevin chuckled, kissing both sides of your ass. He nipped one of them and you hissed at the sharp sting. He chuckled and then got off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth. You groaned while he cleaned you up and he cooed, telling you he was almost done.

You must've fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, the lights were off and Kevin was in bed. When you stirred, he pulled you into him so that he enveloped you completely. His body heat rolled off of him in waves and you shivered with a deep moan, snuggling closer. You wanted to live in the cuddle.

You layed your head on Kevin's arm, feeling so safe and secure and right. You just knew that this was the start to something grounbreaking. Men like him didn't come around often. And no, he wasn't truly perfect. There were bound to be things that irritated you.

But you had all the time in the world to explore him. And explore every drop of pleasure he wrung from you. You were a limp spaghetti noodle in his hands. Nothing but putty for him to mold and squeeze and play with.

"Prepare to be sick of me," he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning across your cheeks.

You giggled sleepily, lalaland calling your name. "You stuck with me at this point," you said.

He kissed your ear. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

The end.

A/N: I know! I know. But it's not goodbye to Kevin forever. He will pop up in a new series so stay tuned!

The Secret Kevin Atwater Files | Part 1 | Part 2

Taglist:

@browngirldominion @we-outsiiiide @iv0rysoap @amethyst09 @ciaqui

@harmshake @00aijia00 @judymfmoody @notapradagurl @miyuhpapayuh

@twocentuar @westside-rot @yaachtynoboat711 @abeautifulmindexposed @blowmymbackout

@bigsisbria @dabratzchronicles @darqchilddaydreamz @pinkpantheris @blackerthings

@awerkofart @longpause-awkwardsmile @palmstreesallday @thadelightfulone @chaos-4baby

@eggnox @playgurlxoxo @shesstillshyy @multiversefanfics @tvchi

LATER THAT EVENING

Cameron and Zahria we're now in a different location in the Bahamas city on the beach.

Having a good on time at a annual celebration party for the Bahamas soccer team winning the annual league championship against the Brazil soccer team.

There was good energy, good vibes, good people, good food and good music the DJ was playing all of the Afrobeats hits on his DJ radio table artists such as Burna Boy, Davido,Wizkid,Rema, Fireboy DML, WSTRN and more.

As of now Cameron was chatting it up with some of the friendly guys he had met that played soccer for the Bahamas team. All while Zahria was on the dance floor whining her waist and shaking her hips to Rema's "Is it a crime".

The way Zahria was moving her body seductively and in sync to the beat of the music you would've thought she was Tyla or Ayra Starr the way she moved on the dance floor.

Zahria was wearing a long red luimere maxi dress that hugged her curvaceous body in all the right places it was black less revealing her spine back tattoo that read "Beautiful blessings belongs to Beautiful people" written in cursive with butterflies decorated around the sentence.

Her long boho braids were up in a half up half down style she wore red ali express flower earrings with red heels and her gold jewelry consists of large heavy bangles, Anklets and layered necklaces.

As for Cameron's outfit he decided to keep it light and chill but still managed to look like the finest nigga in atmosphere of the beach party.

He wore a Dark Brown Jean Jacket with matching jean Capri shorts underneath he was wearing a plan white tee with his layered sliver Chains decorated his plan white T.

His FendI sunglasses resting on top of his shaved head and his gold Rolex watch was replaced with a sliver one to match with his sliver Chains and sliver studded earrings.

"Y'Know I bet you're girlfriend is a good problem to have aye Cameron" Archer cooely says his Bahamian accent heavy like.

"Oh no man she's not my girlfriend not yet I'm planning on making her mine tonight she doesn't know that she's in for a big surprise"

Cameron says confidently as he lowers his red cup from his lips watching the girl of his dreams dance the night away looking pretty as ever.

"Then what are you waiting for man? Go for it beautiful woman like that only comes once in a lifetime". Archer exclaims to Cameron slowly taking a sip of his drink in his red cup.

"Yeah I know i'mma lock in tonight fa'sho I already got her big surprise set up at the beach penthouse i'mma take her too" Cameron says lowly still having his eyes fixated on Zahria.

"Want more" by Rotimi featuring Kranium starts to play heavily on the speakers which caused Zahria and a group of girls she was dancing with to squeal in excitement.

Zahria starts to whine her waist effortlessly while rotating and gyrating her hips effortlessly while slightly bending over and once she did that she could see Cameron checking her out hungrily through his gaze.

She turns out and ran her manicure hands through her long boho braids while biting her lips seductively at Cameron. She points to him signaling him to "come here and dance with me"

Cameron didn't waste no opportunity but to head on over to Zahria's direction. Watching her already dancing and moving her hips.

"Mama why you waste you're time won't go too far to say you can do better baby so far no good looks like you're fed up everytime you walk away it's something extra call me when you want more when you want more~"

Zahria was dancing sexually and effortlessly on Cameron the way they both were looking at each other with hunger in they're eyes everybody would've suspected them to start making love on the dance floor".

Zahria was bent over shaking her ass on the NFL star her boho braids draped to one side as Cameron was admiring her gorgeous spine tattoo his Dick already getting hard from Zahria pressing up against him so much.

Cameron quietly moans to himself while angling Zahria's waist while she was still bent over shaking her ass on him biting his lips and furrowing his brows slightly.

Cameron was getting so turnt on to the point he had to put back on his shades to hid his facial expressions he was making everytime Zahria put it on him thank God it was night time with neon lights nobody couldn't see them.

And the song that was playing in the background didn't make the sexual intense situation better.

"Twinkle" By Dexta Daps was now playing on the speakers accurate to all the things Cameron wanted to do to Zahria.

He was ready to take her back to that Beach Penthouse and show her every damn reason why he should be her man.

"Aye Ria you ready to go I wanna take you somewhere I got something to show you" Cameron says his deep voice slowly turning low and husky due to him being so turnt on by the beautiful girl dancing on him.

Zahria had turnt around really flustered by Cameron towering over her and nods her head. "Yeah I'm pretty tried let me grab my purse and we can be on our way" Zahria says softly whispering in Cameron's ear over the loud music.

Cameron and Zahria had said they're friendly goodbyes to everyone they had met at the function and said they last congratulations to the Bahamian soccer team once again for they're win leaving the beach holding each other hands.

THAT NIGHT AT THE PENTHOUSE.

Cameron and Zahria had arrived to the beach penthouse that Cam had profusely bought Zahria as a gift to her but little did she know there also another gift waiting for her in that penthouse.

"Hi Cam why are we here at this big ass mansion why aren't we at the hotel? Who's house is this?" Zahria was curious and confused at why they where at a gorgeous luxurious penthouse instead of the hotel they where purposely supposed to be staying at.

Cameron had turned his engine off to his black Maserati car and gave Zahria a smirk not saying anything to answer her questions he just got out of the car and got on the passenger side to open the door for her.

Zahria had got out of the Maserati as Cameron closes the car door behind her as her heels where clicking against the hard concrete ground.

Cameron pulled out the keys to the penthouse and opened the glass door as him and Zahria had walked in.

"Cameron I trust you and all but who's house is this? I'm so confused like you ain't tell me nothing about us spending the night at a whole damn penthouse" Zahria says as she was eyeing Cameron down with a confused scowl on her face.

"It's yours baby I bought it for you" and as on cue Cameron turns on all of the lights to the beautiful penthouse him and Zahria was staying at.

The penthouse concludes a beautiful view of the eternally dark deep blue ocean tall palm trees blowing lightly due to the cool air surrounding the Bahamas night.

The island nightlife wrapped around Cam and Ria like a warm hug welcoming them both in with open arms faint slow R&B music faintly playing behind the beach bars distant from downstairs.

Zahria groans in annoyance thinking Cameron is joking with her about this whole beauitful scenery being her new home Cleary got her thinking he's joking when he's clearly not.

"Take those heels off and go to the bedroom Mama I'll be right up there with you in a minute" Cameron says grinning at the exhausted girl before him.

Zahria did exactly that taking her seven inche red heels in the palm of her hands as she lazily drags herself up the stairs to her and Cameron's bedroom.

Zahria lazily opens the door to reveal a beautiful bedroom decoration. Rose petals and small mini candles decorated the wooden floor as a trail way to the bed.

Luxury shopping brand bags sat neatly on the bed like they we're gifts from Heaven, Gold balloons hung above the headboard spelled "Will you be the lady in my life".

All while rose petals decorated the bed beautifully along with all the Polaroid pictures that her and Cameron took throughout they whole

trip in the Bahamas.

Michael Jackson's "The lady in my life" was playing in the back as Zahria just stood there with a look of shock her mouth partly open can't believing what she had just walked into.

Zahria's heart was doing summersaults in her chest as she screamed at the top of her lungs to call her best friend's name "CAMERONNNNN COME HERE NOWWW"

"I'm here baby" Zahria turns around immediately to reveal a smiley and happy Cameron holding the new Canon G7 digital camera recording her priceless reaction to the will you be my girlfriend purposel.

"Cameron babe" Zahria says tears swelling in her eyes as she looks at Cameron through the camera. "Why would- is this all for me? this is soo beautiful and sweet of you"

"You remember earlier today where we was swimming in the ocean and I had a confession to tell you that was important well this is the confession Zahria I want you to be the lady in my life forever, I knew my life was no longer fucked up when you came into my world Ria I want you to be mine forever so what do you say?"

Cameron says lowering the camera from out of zahria's face to look at her in her dark brown teary eyes as tears was slightly forming in his blue ones.

"Yesss Cameron I'll be you're lady forever" Zahria says clearly crying now from Cameron's soft spoken love confession.

Zahria and Cameron both hugged each other tightly embracing each other with love they had for one another Cameron ain't wasted no opportunity to kiss Zahria passionately on the lips as he grabs her waist and pulls her closer.

"I love you so much Cameron I'll always will" Zahria says in-between kisses clearly standing on her tippy toes to try to match Cameron's 6'5 height.

"I love you so much more baby you're the best thing that's ever happened to me" Cameron says kissing Zahria more passionately and deeply while putting his large soft hand on the curve of her ass.

The kiss between the two new lovebirds were transitioning passionately to intense and Zahria was already knowing where this was gonna go.

Cameron's facial expression change from yearning to Intensity his light blue eyes were now darker and he had a smirk of hunger plastered on his handsome features.

"I wanna make you cry and scream my name in a whole different scenario mama can I do that? Mmmh?" Cameron asked Zahria as he started to place heated sloppy kisses on the crook of her neck having her soft moaning his name.

"Y-yes C-Cameron you can do anything you want to me daddy"

"Anything I want to you huh? Ight bet" Cameron's deep sexy voice spoke as he picked Zahria up and have her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

Cameron still had the camera recording in his hands which Zariah took to notice it.

"Cam baby can you please turn the camera off you know I'm shy and I ain't never had sex before with the camera on" Zahria says softly looking at her man deep into his eyes.

Cameron shakes his head "NO" at her while giving her the sexiest smirk he's ever given her on his insanely handsome face. "Nah let's leave the camera on and title this love making movie Bahamas Nights I want these niggas to see how I fuck my girl hard and passionately" Cameron says in his husky voice and with that he places the camera down on the bed and kisses Zahria sloppily.

Zahria moaned in the kiss as she helps Cameron removes his white T shirt revealing his sexy hard abs and huge muscles.

Cameron waist no opportunity to attack Zahria's neck with tender kisses leaving his love bities on her dark skin.

"Oooh daddy please I-I want you deep inside of me p-please c-cammeron"

"Don't worry babygirl i'mma fuck you good and hard but first I have to spread them wings of yours and take you to heaven I know that pussy wet"

Cameron starts to removes Zahria's red dress from her figure immediately and after he removed his own clothes from off his body his sliver Chains dangling in her face which turnt the girl underbeneath him on even more.

Cameron starts to kiss passionately all over on Zahria's body until he stopped midway to her pretty glistening pussy "Damn she's wet as fuck" Cameron thought to himself as he licks his lips and signaling Zahria to angal the camera down at him.

Cameron starts to eat Zahria out effortlessly technically fucking her with his tongue Zahria let out high pitched moans at the heated sensation of Cameron's tongue and her wet pussy. All while placing her chocolate legs over his broad shoulders.

"Mmmh- F-Fuck Cameronnn babyyy you're tongue feels so good don't stop daddy please" Zahria spoke in between her moans as Cameron was eating and tongue fucking her soaking pussy into oblivion.

"You taste so good mama damn if I would've known you're pussy tasted this good I would've been fucked you" Cameron says in between him sucking and licking her clit his dark blue eyes staring up at her through the camera lens.

"U-ugh dadddyy I'm almost close please-"Zahria says as her legs starts to violently shake over Cameron's shoulders as her back was arching slightly off the sheets damn near dropping the camera.

That's just how good Cameron was eating her out. And after three more thrusts he did with his tongue she brusted right in his mouth her juices cascading between her legs and unto Cameron's mouth and face.

"That's it baby, good girl keep on cumming for me let these niggas see how I make you weak for me in the bedroom" Cameron low voice cooed at his girlfriend.

Zahria's head was thrown back as her glossed lips where parted with her soft whiny moans came from her her lips as Cameron was cleaning and sucking her juices all over her pussy and inner thighs.

Zahria had gave Cameron a look that read "I can't take no more" and Cameron's facial expression screamed "I'm not finish with you yet"

Cameron had Zahria arch her back with her face down in the pillow as he was fucking her hard into oblivion causing the bed and camera to shake violently.

"What's my name babygirl scream it" Cameron rougly says as he thrusting in and out of zahria's wet creamy pussy her soft moans now turning into full blown screams.

"C-Cameronnn ooohh fuck daddy you're so big y-you feelll soo good I c-can't take anymore"

"Yes you can take it baby you're so beautiful taking this dick Ria when it feels this good you can't tell me to stop" Cameron says huskly but softly talking zahria through it as he gives his girlfriend ten more sloppy strokes until she cums hard on his dick.

"C-cameronnnnnn f-fuckkkk I'm Cumminggg oooh shittt I love you I love you and this big dickkk" Zahria screams and cries out gripping the sheets with her nails having the most sexiest love facial expression on her face.

"Yeah baby I love you too my beautiful girl and this pussy you gon forever be mine and nobody's else's I'll kill a nigga for you baby" Cameron softly says as he kisses Zahria on her now lip combo stained lips all while the camera still recording them.

Cameron was so happy and enlightened to finally have his Dream Girl Zahria Ventura as his official woman and Zahria was happy and enlightened to have the one and only Cameron cade as her Man.

They both knew that they we're going be inseparable due to this night they both shared in the Bahamas.

LATER THAT EVENING

Cameron and Zahria we're now in a different location in the Bahamas city on the beach.

Having a good on time at a annual celebration party for the Bahamas soccer team winning the annual league championship against the Brazil soccer team.

There was good energy, good vibes, good people, good food and good music the DJ was playing all of the Afrobeats hits on his DJ radio table artists such as Burna Boy, Davido,Wizkid,Rema, Fireboy DML, WSTRN and more.

As of now Cameron was chatting it up with some of the friendly guys he had met that played soccer for the Bahamas team. All while Zahria was on the dance floor whining her waist and shaking her hips to Rema's "Is it a crime".

The way Zahria was moving her body seductively and in sync to the beat of the music you would've thought she was Tyla or Ayra Starr the way she moved on the dance floor.

Zahria was wearing a long red luimere maxi dress that hugged her curvaceous body in all the right places it was black less revealing her spine back tattoo that read "Beautiful blessings belongs to Beautiful people" written in cursive with butterflies decorated around the sentence.

Her long boho braids were up in a half up half down style she wore red ali express flower earrings with red heels and her gold jewelry consists of large heavy bangles, Anklets and layered necklaces.

As for Cameron's outfit he decided to keep it light and chill but still managed to look like the finest nigga in atmosphere of the beach party.

He wore a Dark Brown Jean Jacket with matching jean Capri shorts underneath he was wearing a plan white tee with his layered sliver Chains decorated his plan white T.

His FendI sunglasses resting on top of his shaved head and his gold Rolex watch was replaced with a sliver one to match with his sliver Chains and sliver studded earrings.

"Y'Know I bet you're girlfriend is a good problem to have aye Cameron" Archer cooely says his Bahamian accent heavy like.

"Oh no man she's not my girlfriend not yet I'm planning on making her mine tonight she doesn't know that she's in for a big surprise"

Cameron says confidently as he lowers his red cup from his lips watching the girl of his dreams dance the night away looking pretty as ever.

"Then what are you waiting for man? Go for it beautiful woman like that only comes once in a lifetime". Archer exclaims to Cameron slowly taking a sip of his drink in his red cup.

"Yeah I know i'mma lock in tonight fa'sho I already got her big surprise set up at the beach penthouse i'mma take her too" Cameron says lowly still having his eyes fixated on Zahria.

"Want more" by Rotimi featuring Kranium starts to play heavily on the speakers which caused Zahria and a group of girls she was dancing with to squeal in excitement.

Zahria starts to whine her waist effortlessly while rotating and gyrating her hips effortlessly while slightly bending over and once she did that she could see Cameron checking her out hungrily through his gaze.

She turns out and ran her manicure hands through her long boho braids while biting her lips seductively at Cameron. She points to him signaling him to "come here and dance with me"

Cameron didn't waste no opportunity but to head on over to Zahria's direction. Watching her already dancing and moving her hips.

"Mama why you waste you're time won't go too far to say you can do better baby so far no good looks like you're fed up everytime you walk away it's something extra call me when you want more when you want more~"

Zahria was dancing sexually and effortlessly on Cameron the way they both were looking at each other with hunger in they're eyes everybody would've suspected them to start making love on the dance floor".

Zahria was bent over shaking her ass on the NFL star her boho braids draped to one side as Cameron was admiring her gorgeous spine tattoo his Dick already getting hard from Zahria pressing up against him so much.

Cameron quietly moans to himself while angling Zahria's waist while she was still bent over shaking her ass on him biting his lips and furrowing his brows slightly.

Cameron was getting so turnt on to the point he had to put back on his shades to hid his facial expressions he was making everytime Zahria put it on him thank God it was night time with neon lights nobody couldn't see them.

And the song that was playing in the background didn't make the sexual intense situation better.

"Twinkle" By Dexta Daps was now playing on the speakers accurate to all the things Cameron wanted to do to Zahria.

He was ready to take her back to that Beach Penthouse and show her every damn reason why he should be her man.

"Aye Ria you ready to go I wanna take you somewhere I got something to show you" Cameron says his deep voice slowly turning low and husky due to him being so turnt on by the beautiful girl dancing on him.

Zahria had turnt around really flustered by Cameron towering over her and nods her head. "Yeah I'm pretty tried let me grab my purse and we can be on our way" Zahria says softly whispering in Cameron's ear over the loud music.

Cameron and Zahria had said they're friendly goodbyes to everyone they had met at the function and said they last congratulations to the Bahamian soccer team once again for they're win leaving the beach holding each other hands.

THAT NIGHT AT THE PENTHOUSE.

Cameron and Zahria had arrived to the beach penthouse that Cam had profusely bought Zahria as a gift to her but little did she know there also another gift waiting for her in that penthouse.

"Hi Cam why are we here at this big ass mansion why aren't we at the hotel? Who's house is this?" Zahria was curious and confused at why they where at a gorgeous luxurious penthouse instead of the hotel they where purposely supposed to be staying at.

Cameron had turned his engine off to his black Maserati car and gave Zahria a smirk not saying anything to answer her questions he just got out of the car and got on the passenger side to open the door for her.

Zahria had got out of the Maserati as Cameron closes the car door behind her as her heels where clicking against the hard concrete ground.

Cameron pulled out the keys to the penthouse and opened the glass door as him and Zahria had walked in.

"Cameron I trust you and all but who's house is this? I'm so confused like you ain't tell me nothing about us spending the night at a whole damn penthouse" Zahria says as she was eyeing Cameron down with a confused scowl on her face.

"It's yours baby I bought it for you" and as on cue Cameron turns on all of the lights to the beautiful penthouse him and Zahria was staying at.

The penthouse concludes a beautiful view of the eternally dark deep blue ocean tall palm trees blowing lightly due to the cool air surrounding the Bahamas night.

The island nightlife wrapped around Cam and Ria like a warm hug welcoming them both in with open arms faint slow R&B music faintly playing behind the beach bars distant from downstairs.

Zahria groans in annoyance thinking Cameron is joking with her about this whole beauitful scenery being her new home Cleary got her thinking he's joking when he's clearly not.

"Take those heels off and go to the bedroom Mama I'll be right up there with you in a minute" Cameron says grinning at the exhausted girl before him.

Zahria did exactly that taking her seven inche red heels in the palm of her hands as she lazily drags herself up the stairs to her and Cameron's bedroom.

Zahria lazily opens the door to reveal a beautiful bedroom decoration. Rose petals and small mini candles decorated the wooden floor as a trail way to the bed.

Luxury shopping brand bags sat neatly on the bed like they we're gifts from Heaven, Gold balloons hung above the headboard spelled "Will you be the lady in my life".

All while rose petals decorated the bed beautifully along with all the Polaroid pictures that her and Cameron took throughout they whole

trip in the Bahamas.

Michael Jackson's "The lady in my life" was playing in the back as Zahria just stood there with a look of shock her mouth partly open can't believing what she had just walked into.

Zahria's heart was doing summersaults in her chest as she screamed at the top of her lungs to call her best friend's name "CAMERONNNNN COME HERE NOWWW"

"I'm here baby" Zahria turns around immediately to reveal a smiley and happy Cameron holding the new Canon G7 digital camera recording her priceless reaction to the will you be my girlfriend purposel.

"Cameron babe" Zahria says tears swelling in her eyes as she looks at Cameron through the camera. "Why would- is this all for me? this is soo beautiful and sweet of you"

"You remember earlier today where we was swimming in the ocean and I had a confession to tell you that was important well this is the confession Zahria I want you to be the lady in my life forever, I knew my life was no longer fucked up when you came into my world Ria I want you to be mine forever so what do you say?"

Cameron says lowering the camera from out of zahria's face to look at her in her dark brown teary eyes as tears was slightly forming in his blue ones.

"Yesss Cameron I'll be you're lady forever" Zahria says clearly crying now from Cameron's soft spoken love confession.

Zahria and Cameron both hugged each other tightly embracing each other with love they had for one another Cameron ain't wasted no opportunity to kiss Zahria passionately on the lips as he grabs her waist and pulls her closer.

"I love you so much Cameron I'll always will" Zahria says in-between kisses clearly standing on her tippy toes to try to match Cameron's 6'5 height.

"I love you so much more baby you're the best thing that's ever happened to me" Cameron says kissing Zahria more passionately and deeply while putting his large soft hand on the curve of her ass.

The kiss between the two new lovebirds were transitioning passionately to intense and Zahria was already knowing where this was gonna go.

Cameron's facial expression change from yearning to Intensity his light blue eyes were now darker and he had a smirk of hunger plastered on his handsome features.

"I wanna make you cry and scream my name in a whole different scenario mama can I do that? Mmmh?" Cameron asked Zahria as he started to place heated sloppy kisses on the crook of her neck having her soft moaning his name.

"Y-yes C-Cameron you can do anything you want to me daddy"

"Anything I want to you huh? Ight bet" Cameron's deep sexy voice spoke as he picked Zahria up and have her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

Cameron still had the camera recording in his hands which Zariah took to notice it.

"Cam baby can you please turn the camera off you know I'm shy and I ain't never had sex before with the camera on" Zahria says softly looking at her man deep into his eyes.

Cameron shakes his head "NO" at her while giving her the sexiest smirk he's ever given her on his insanely handsome face. "Nah let's leave the camera on and title this love making movie Bahamas Nights I want these niggas to see how I fuck my girl hard and passionately" Cameron says in his husky voice and with that he places the camera down on the bed and kisses Zahria sloppily.

Zahria moaned in the kiss as she helps Cameron removes his white T shirt revealing his sexy hard abs and huge muscles.

Cameron waist no opportunity to attack Zahria's neck with tender kisses leaving his love bities on her dark skin.

"Oooh daddy please I-I want you deep inside of me p-please c-cammeron"

"Don't worry babygirl i'mma fuck you good and hard but first I have to spread them wings of yours and take you to heaven I know that pussy wet"

Cameron starts to removes Zahria's red dress from her figure immediately and after he removed his own clothes from off his body his sliver Chains dangling in her face which turnt the girl underbeneath him on even more.

Cameron starts to kiss passionately all over on Zahria's body until he stopped midway to her pretty glistening pussy "Damn she's wet as fuck" Cameron thought to himself as he licks his lips and signaling Zahria to angal the camera down at him.

Cameron starts to eat Zahria out effortlessly technically fucking her with his tongue Zahria let out high pitched moans at the heated sensation of Cameron's tongue and her wet pussy. All while placing her chocolate legs over his broad shoulders.

"Mmmh- F-Fuck Cameronnn babyyy you're tongue feels so good don't stop daddy please" Zahria spoke in between her moans as Cameron was eating and tongue fucking her soaking pussy into oblivion.

"You taste so good mama damn if I would've known you're pussy tasted this good I would've been fucked you" Cameron says in between him sucking and licking her clit his dark blue eyes staring up at her through the camera lens.

"U-ugh dadddyy I'm almost close please-"Zahria says as her legs starts to violently shake over Cameron's shoulders as her back was arching slightly off the sheets damn near dropping the camera.

That's just how good Cameron was eating her out. And after three more thrusts he did with his tongue she brusted right in his mouth her juices cascading between her legs and unto Cameron's mouth and face.

"That's it baby, good girl keep on cumming for me let these niggas see how I make you weak for me in the bedroom" Cameron low voice cooed at his girlfriend.

Zahria's head was thrown back as her glossed lips where parted with her soft whiny moans came from her her lips as Cameron was cleaning and sucking her juices all over her pussy and inner thighs.

Zahria had gave Cameron a look that read "I can't take no more" and Cameron's facial expression screamed "I'm not finish with you yet"

Cameron had Zahria arch her back with her face down in the pillow as he was fucking her hard into oblivion causing the bed and camera to shake violently.

"What's my name babygirl scream it" Cameron rougly says as he thrusting in and out of zahria's wet creamy pussy her soft moans now turning into full blown screams.

"C-Cameronnn ooohh fuck daddy you're so big y-you feelll soo good I c-can't take anymore"

"Yes you can take it baby you're so beautiful taking this dick Ria when it feels this good you can't tell me to stop" Cameron says huskly but softly talking zahria through it as he gives his girlfriend ten more sloppy strokes until she cums hard on his dick.

"C-cameronnnnnn f-fuckkkk I'm Cumminggg oooh shittt I love you I love you and this big dickkk" Zahria screams and cries out gripping the sheets with her nails having the most sexiest love facial expression on her face.

"Yeah baby I love you too my beautiful girl and this pussy you gon forever be mine and nobody's else's I'll kill a nigga for you baby" Cameron softly says as he kisses Zahria on her now lip combo stained lips all while the camera still recording them.

Cameron was so happy and enlightened to finally have his Dream Girl Zahria Ventura as his official woman and Zahria was happy and enlightened to have the one and only Cameron cade as her Man.

They both knew that they we're going be inseparable due to this night they both shared in the Bahamas.

YOU AND CAMERON have a perfect relationship, one that people both envy and adore. Everyone on campus says he’s so sweet to you, how he’d never raise his voice even in the slightest, he even let you do his makeup when you wanted to try out something new. You two went on shopping sprees nearly every month and yet it seemed like his pockets were never ending. He made sure you keep up with your maintenance too. Hair always done, nails always done, lashes always done, toes always done. Whatever you asked he gave.

It wasn’t like he did it for no reason since he knew you always did same for him. Haircuts? Paid for. Manicures to keep his hands clean after games? Paid for. New games you know he’d like? Paid for. You both kept each other looking in the best shape possible. And that was one of the main reasons why everyone around knew you both as that ‘it couple’.

Now, it was around three in the morning when Cameron had arrived home. After a stressful day of practice, all the boy wanted to do was come home, shower, and lay with you. When he walked through the door, he placed his duffle bag next to the door and slid off his shoes. The first thing he did was scan the living room for you, which he found you on the couch, writing something in your notebook while a random true crime documentary played on the tv. What he noticed right after you was the loads of boxes and bags next to the sofa.

Cameron raised an eyebrow yet didn’t question it, he walked over to you. You were lying on the couch with your back against it, legs folded up and the journal in your hand. With a sigh, he parted your legs some more and laid right in between them. His head against your stomach while his arms wrapped around your waist. The boy lifted up just a little to peck your lips three times and then laying back down in his original position, “I missed you today.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment before speaking, “I missed you too. What’d you do today? You weren’t answering me your phone like usual.” Your eyebrow raised in slight speculation. You knew Cameron would never cheat on you, but then again he was an athlete, one of the best actually. So you couldn’t help but worry sometimes.

“Coach had us workin’ extra hard. You know our final game comin’ up soon.” Cameron mumbled against your skin. His grip around your waist relaxed as your manicured nails moved to his freshly buzzed hair. A sigh of content left his lips and he practically melted into you, “What you did today, mama?”

You shrugged, “I went shopping, then I got my toes done since I got my nails done last week. And thennn I went out for brunch with my girls, and yeah. That’s all.” You listed out everything so casually like you hadn’t spent hundreds of dollars only in one day. See the problem was that you were always spoiled, starting from your family all the way down Cameron. So a limit was never a thing for you. Yet sometimes, Cameron couldn’t help but be annoyed at how much you spent, he knew he was apart of the problem but he was beginning to think it was time for a change.

“Youn’ think that’s a lot of money? You done spent damn near a thousand in the span of two days, and I know you writin’ another shopping list in that notebook.” His tone was soft but held authority in a way that made you freeze. Cameron’s head lifted, his chin now resting on your stomach so that he could look at your reaction to his words.

You blinked a few times, like you were trying to comprehend what seemed like the unknown language of saving money, “Sooo…?”

“So maybe we should start savin’. Youn’ think so?” Your deep brown eyes stared into his green irses. A small furrow in between your eyebrows. You looked at the boy lile he had grown two heads, saving wasn’t even in your vocabulary. You slowly began to sit up which caused Cameron to sit up too.

“Uhm no…” Your tone was unsure, like you were hoping he wouldn’t actually be serious about this. Who would you be without new things every other week? From your words, a furrow also formed in Cameron’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help but feel like you were being irrational right now.

“What you mean no? Baby, you gotta understand that we still payin’ rent for this apartment, we still got bills to pay, we got other shit we need to be worryin’ about. We can’t be blowin’ money cause you wanna buy some new shit every time it comes out.” His tone held softness, one that prevented the conversation into an argument. You felt like he was trying to gentle parent you at this point.

You stood up from the seat, placing your notebook on the coffee table, “I don’t wanna have this conversation.” That was his problem with you. Whenever something didn’t go your way you always ran away from your problems.

Irritation spiked in his blood, the conversation just added more stress on his back that just mixed in with that stress from practice. He could hear you rummaging in the kitchen, doing God knows what. Cameron stood up from the couch, he stretched out his long legs and walked to the kitchen. When you came in view, your back was towards him. He knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long and so did you. His arms slowly circled around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Why you mad, mama?” The boy questioned. His breath tickled against your skin.

He knew you were in the wrong, but he’d correct that attitude later. When you didn’t reply, he began pressing kisses down your neck, “Youn’ hear me talkin’ to you? Tell me why you mad, baby. Lemme make it better.” Cameron pressed a kiss on your sweet spot before sucking on it, his tongue swiped over the skin in a way that had you moaning under your breath. When he pulled away, the brown skin had a purple bruise.

“You ignorin’ me? You mad at me, baby?” He questioned, “I’m the problem?” The undertone of sarcasm had your panties unwillingly dampening. “Hmm?” He hummed out, a silence passed as he waited for a reply. He was met back with silence, and that surprisingly made him smile against your skin, “Bet.” Just like that, he flipped you around so that you were facing him. Cameron’s arms wrapped around you to lift you up and placing you on the white marble counter.

“Wait, Cam—” You didn’t even get to reply before his lips smashed into yours. You froze in shock before automatically melting into the kiss, your hands came up to cup his cheeks while his hand moved to grip the back of your neck and tilt for head for him. His tongue swiped over your plump bottom lip for entrance which you gladly accepted.

Your tongues slid together, the taste of mint was faint on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as the way his teeth grazed against your bottom lip. His hand moved to grip your jaw, his grip was gentle yet dominating. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he held your jaw so that your mouth could stay open. Then he spat in your mouth and sucked his spit back off your tongue.

“Cam, I— Don’t say shit to me. You wanted to ignore me so keep that same energy, lay down.” You sat there for a minute, shocked that this was the same boy who was just sweet talking you. Due to you taking too long for him, he laid you down himself. He pulled down your pink shorts, the pink hello kitty panties coming visible. A quiet snort leaves his lips before he became serious again. He pulled down his own basketball shorts and ripped your panties right in half.

Your wetness glimmered under the kitchen lights. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth, he lifted your legs until your knees touched your ears, “Pretty ass pussy.” He whispered. Cameron’s hand wrapped around his aching length before he slid the tip against your slit. The pre-cum mixed in with your slickness, “You ain’t hear me? Say thank you.”

“Thank you…” You say breathlessly, your heart was pounding in your chest from anticipation. A hiss left your lips as he slid inside of you. No matter how many times you both had sex you’d never get used to his girth. Cameron slid in so slow to the point where you could feel every vein sand twitch, “Ouu fuckkk.” You moaned out, your head falling back against the counter.

“There we go.” He coo’d. Then, he began thrusting in and out, his pace got faster and faster. He gripped underneath your knees to keep you in the position, “This what you wanted? Catchin’ an attitude for what? Huh? I been told you to cut that shit out.” He said through gritted teeth. His thrusts were so hard that the counter creaked underneath.

The sound of skin slapping together filled the kitchen, along with the wetness that harmonized against your moans and his groans, “Open this pussy. You hear me?” He watched as your face twisted in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack and moans left your lips like you couldn’t stop them.

“Yesss, yesss! I hear you, Cam.” You mewled, more wetness spewed from your entrance. He had never been this aggressive with you, clearly he had some built up pressure that he was finally releasing.

“That’s not me, get it right.” His hand came up to gently smack your cheek. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your mouth opened but nothing but moaned left your lips. Cameron’s hands moved to lift up your shirt, it was like he was in a trance at the way your breasts bounced up and down.

“Okayyy, okay. I hear you, daddy. I’m listening.” Your hands scrambled to grip the end of the counter you tried to push your body upwards but that didn’t help anything. With a tsk, his hand wrapped around your neck and pulled your upper body upwards. You nipples brushed against his torso that had your back arching into him.

Cameron looked eye contact with you, his eyes held a mix of love and lust, “Don’t run from me, mama. You hurtin’ my feelings when you run from this dick. Take it like a big girl, you got it.” He pressed a kiss on your jawline, then one on your cheek, then one on your nose. Lastly, he connected your lips. Your tongues moved together simultaneously, swapping saliva while his thrusts never slowed down.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you two together. Cameron’s other hand came down to rub your clit, the sensitivity made your body jerk forward, “Cammmn Cam, Cam, oh my goshhh!”

“I know baby, let it out for, daddy.”

lol thank my bf for this chapter cause boyyy I had a time last night 😭

The second they walked through the door of their apartment, the shift was immediate. The laid-back, cool Erik who had navigated airports and foreign cities with ease was gone. In his place was a new creature, a six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound barnacle named Erik.

He was attached to her. Literally. As she tried to drop her bags by the couch, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his face in her neck and inhaling like she was his personal oxygen tank.

“Erik, I gotta pee,” she giggled, trying to squirm away.

“Hold it,” he mumbled against her skin, his arms tightening. “I’m tryna recharge.”

This was the side of him he’d warned her about. The possessive, clingy side that came out when he’d finally been inside her. The man who wanted to live in her skin 24/7. She’d thought he was exaggerating. She was wrong.

The next hour was a cat-and-mouse game of epic proportions. Syn would try to do something simple, like unpack or get a glass of water, and Erik would materialize out of nowhere, his hands roaming, his lips finding her skin.

She managed to escape to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She took one long, refreshing sip, and when she turned around, he was leaning against the doorway, blocking her exit. He had that look in his eye. The look.

“You’re not serious,” she said, backing away slowly.

“I told you,” he said, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. “I can’t help it. I need to be inside you.”

“Erik, I’m still sticky from the plane! I need a shower!”

“We can shower later.”

She squeaked and bolted, ducking under his arm and sprinting down the hallway. He was right behind her, his laughter a deep, booming sound that echoed through the apartment. She made it to the bedroom and tried to slam the door, but he was too fast. He caught it, his hand flat against the wood, and pushed his way in.

“You can’t run from this,” he growled, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“It’s been, like, twelve hours!” she shrieked, laughing as she scrambled onto the bed, putting the mattress between them. “Give a girl a break!”

He crawled onto the bed, stalking her like a panther. “No breaks,” he said, his voice a low, playful rumble. “You started this. You unleashed the beast.”

She was giggling so hard she could barely breathe, her sides aching. He finally caught her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her down onto the bed. He hovered over her, his weight a welcome, familiar presence.

“You’re a menace,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement and love.

“You’re my menace,” he corrected, his voice softening. He leaned down and kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that was full of laughter and love. “And I’m never letting you go.”

“Cameron Cade, so help me, God, if you are not here at 5 o’clock, i will not be tutoring your ass anymore,” you threatened, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation, as you huffed and shifted your position on the couch, leaning back against it and crossing one of your legs over the other, “because the last time we met up, you didn’t show up at the library until 8 and i was in there waitin’ on you for 3 damn hours. i’m not waitin’ on you this time.”

“a’ight, a’ight, i hear you, damn. you want me at your place at 5 o’clock and i’m gon’ be there on time, okay? stop trippin’ so much.” the sound of Cameron’s dismissive tone through the speaker of your phone made your jaw clench and you deeply rolled your eyes as a sharp exhale of irritation fell from your mouth, a furrow forming between your eyebrows while your hand dropped from your face.

you honestly weren’t in the mood for having to tutor Cameron since you didn’t necessarily have the best day on campus today, but you made a promise to your professor and his coach that you’d help him get his grade up, even if it meant having to endure his irritable antics like showing up later to your Friday tutor sessions than he was supposed to and flirting with you when he should be trying to understand the material you’re teaching him.

it was obvious Cameron was more focused on football than his education, but if he didn’t get his grade up, he’d be benched until it was brought up to at least a C, so you tried your hardest to be patient with him because you knew how much football meant to him — everyone did, really.

but your patience was much thinner today than usual.

you overslept 15 minutes for your first class because you were up almost all night studying for an exam in your second class and by the time you made it, there was only 30 minutes left before it was over — it was an hour and 15 minutes long, halfway across campus, and on the third floor, so you had a very long walk from your dorm to get there.

after that, you went to your second class, took your exam, and ended up only making a 60% on it, which technically wasn’t that bad since it was a D, but you didn’t lose all those hours of sleep to study for that exam and be late to your first class because of it just to make a 60% out of all of the percentages there was.

your third and final class went by pretty smoothly except for the group of girls that sat behind you whispering, giggling, and gossiping to each other for the entire class period, which was only 50 minutes. you could hardly give your professor your full attention because you couldn’t concentrate with them murmuring behind you, so you gave up and recorded the rest of the lecture on your phone to listen to when you got back to your on-campus apartment.

after that, you went to the dining hall to get some food in you since you had forgotten to eat due to the adrenaline pumping through you from almost missing your first class mixed with the irritation of practically bombing the exam you studied your ass off for, but your appetite for food was quickly destroyed after a group of distracted boys bumped into you and made your plate of food spill all over your clothes and the floor.

what made getting covered by food so infuriating for you wasn’t the act itself, and it wasn’t the fact that some of the students in the dining hall were either staring at you or laughing at your now dirty clothes. it was the fact the specific boy who bumped into you didn’t even properly apologize to you — he just said “my bad.” and him and the other boys walked away like nothing happened.

that was your last straw for the day.

you didn’t even bother trying to clean the stains or wipe off the rest of the food on you, you just grabbed your backpack and hauled ass back to your apartment, anger written all over your facial features. as soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you tossed your bag on the couch and went straight to the bathroom, roughly discarding your clothes like they’d disrespected you.

you didn’t leave your apartment after that, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. you were fed up with that campus and you had no interest in walking back towards it, which is why you ordered Cameron to come over instead of meeting him at the library like you usually would — except this time, if he wasn’t going to show up on time, you were through with him.

as much as you liked to stay true to your promises, Cameron’s late arrivals angered you more than his flirting did. you were a stickler for punctuality, so the fact that Cameron couldn’t show up on time for something so important to not only his education, but his football career as well, frustrated you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

“i would ‘stop trippin’’ if you started actin’ like you cared enough about your grades to actually show up at the times i tell you to, so i can properly tutor you, Cameron,” you remarked, your tone snarkier than before, as your jaw flexed a bit and you looked over at the analog clock on the wall, your eyes landing on ‘3:25’, “look, you got an hour and 35 minutes to decide on if gettin’ tutored is worth your damn time because, like i said, if you’re not here by 5 o’clock, you don’t gotta’ worry about seein’ me no more.”

you hung up in his face before he could say anything back and you let out a soft huff as you tossed your phone aside and covered your face with your hands, a groan of irritation falling from your lips and into your palms while you ran them down your face.

you were truly ready for this day to be over.

as you adjusted your notes and laptop on your coffee table, three firm knocks sounded off at your door, and your head turned towards it before your eyes flickered over to the clock, your eyebrows furrowing a little at the sight of ‘4:50’ staring back at you.

getting up from the couch, you adjusted your sweatshirt and walked over to the door as you twisted the lock and pulled the door open, your eyes landing on Cameron Cade with a backpack slung over one of his broad shoulders.

“you know you’re 10 minutes early, right?” you asked in surprise, raising your eyebrows a little, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, watching his tall frame fill up your apartment while you closed and locked the door behind him.

“i know. since you be on my ass about comin’ late all the time, i figured i should come early this time around,” Cameron shrugged, walking over to your couch, as he took a seat on it and pulled his backpack off of his shoulder to sit it on the floor beside his shoes, “plus, you sound like you been through some shit today and i ain’t really wanna make your day worse.”

you visibly tensed up at the recollection of how your day went and Cameron noticed, but he decided not to say anything since he knew he had to tread lightly with you since you explicitly stated you were sick of his shit an hour ago when you two were on the phone.

“okay, let’s get started.” you mumbled, purposely deflecting from the topic of your day, as you adjusted your braids in their low ponytail and walked over to the couch, taking a seat on it and grabbing your binder to flip to the lessons you and Cameron would be going over today.

it was now around 7 o’clock and you and Cameron were now wrapping things up, somehow managing to get through your tutor session without him flirting with you. you assumed threatening to quit on him must’ve knocked some sense into him because for the first time since you’ve started tutoring him, he actually paid attention and retained the information you were teaching him, which made you proud but you couldn’t properly show it like you wanted to since you were still kind of ticked off about how your day went.

as you slipped your notes into the inside pocket of binder and closed the cover of it, you could feel eyes practically staring a hole into your side profile and you briefly glanced over at Cameron before doing a double take, realizing he was in fact staring at you.

“what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little, as you sat your binder on the coffee table and leaned over to your laptop, closing out the tabs you had open and turning it off before shutting it.

“you been tense since i been here. probably even before i got here, too,” Cameron acknowledged, his eyes scanning your posture, as you looked over at him and leaned back against the couch, resting your back against the cushions, “what’s wrong wit’ you?”

“nothing.” you lied straight through your teeth and your body language reflected it because your jaw clenched as the words left your mouth, and as always, Cameron Cade noticed it.

“you really gon’ look me in the eyes and lie to me like that?” Cameron asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little, as you slightly narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms, “look, you been helpin’ me with this math shit for the past few weeks, the least i could do is help you take all that weight off your shoulders. i know i ain’t the most ideal person to vent to, but i’m here if you need somebody.”

you didn’t know what it was, but something about his tone made your shoulders slightly drop, and you searched his colored eyes for a moment before letting out a soft huff and slowly uncrossing your arms.

“…i was up almost all night studyin’ last night for an exam in one of my classes and i completely bombed that shit and made a 60. then on top of that, because i stayed up so late, i ended up oversleeping and missed over half of my first class, which is way across campus,” you explained, a furrow slowly forming between your eyebrows, as your jaw flexed a bit and you ran your hands down your face, “then!— then, these yappin’ ass bitches in my last class was behind me whispering and giggling and all types of shit and i couldn’t even fuckin’ pay attention so i had to record the damn lecture on my phone and listen to it when i got here so i could take notes.”

“and that’s not even the worse of the shit!” you suddenly exclaimed, flailing your hands a little, as Cameron’s eyebrows raised and he looked at you in amusement mixed with sympathy, “after that class, i went to the weak ass dining hall ‘cause i forgot to eat breakfast since i was rushin’ and shit, so obviously, i was hungry as hell. i’m holdin’ my plate in one hand and my cup in the other hand, right? and i’m just mindin’ my business and walkin’ back to my table, right?”

“please tell me why in the fuck this random ass group of niggas bumped into me and made the damn plate slide down my clothes and hit the floor?!” you screeched in bewilderment as you flailed your arms like a madman, “and you wanna know what made that shit worse? it wasn’t the fact that i got my clothes dirty or that people was staring at me and laughing and all that other shit. it was the fact that the specific nigga who bumped into me didn’t even properly apologize to me! that bitch ass nigga said ‘my bad’ and went on his merry way! like what the fuck?!”

“hold on, pause,” Cameron suddenly spoke as his eyebrows furrowed and he raised his hand to stop you from speaking, “he ain’t say sorry? he ain’t try to clean you up or offer to get you some more food or somethin’?”

“no, he didn’t,” you scoffed, crossing your arms, your jaw clenched and you exhaled sharply through your nostrils, “and i had to walk all the way back here with my clothes all fuckin’ dirty with food stains on ‘em.”

“who did it?” Cameron asked, the furrow between his brows deepening, as you raised your hands and dramatically shrugged your shoulders, mimicking the shrugging emoji before recrossing your arms.

“shit, i don’t know. some brown-skinned and dark-skinned niggas with football shirts on from that high ass bookstore,” you answered carelessly as you rolled your eyes a little and a scowl crossed your face, “the one that bumped into me, though, was some brown-skinned dude with dreads. he had his shit in like a ponytail or a bun or something— i’ma be honest, i don’t remember, i was mad. i’m still mad, too.”

“don’t worry ‘bout it, i’ma handle it.” Cameron chuckled, though the sound was merely humorless, as you watched him slip his notes and homework back into his backpack and your eyebrows furrowed a little.

“you gon’ handle it?” you repeated in confusion, watching Cameron zip up his bag and rest it against the side of the couch, as Cameron met your gaze and casually nodded his head, causing the furrow between your eyebrows to deepen while you watched him lean back against the couch, “what you mean you gon’ ‘handle it’, Cam?”

“you think i’ma let some of my teammates drench you in food and get away with it?” Cameron asked, raising an eyebrow, as he scoffed lowly and shook his head, crossing his arms and shifting his position to sit in a man-spread, “that shit ain’t happenin’.”

“Cam—”

“no matter what you say to me, it won’t change my mind,” Cameron quickly interrupted your sentence and shook his head again as he leaned his head back against the back of the couch and maintained eye contact with you, “i’m not just gon’ let some niggas disrespect you like that, especially if it’s some niggas i know. like i said, that shit ain’t happenin’.”

you paused before you could add a rebuttal and your eyes searched his as you went quiet, the room now filled with comfortable silence after Cameron’s chivalrous words. you always thought Cameron flirted with you just to tease you or see if he could make you blush, but it was starting to dawn on you that it was much deeper than that, and your brain was struggling to comprehend it.

Cameron Cade, the star player on your college’s football team, had a crush on you, his Statistics tutor.

“Cameron, why is this such a big deal to you?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little, as you tilted your head a little and tried to read him, but all he did was grin widely in response.

“you too smart not to know the difference between somebody flirting with you as a joke and somebody flirting with you ‘cause they want you,” Cameron chuckled softly as he tucked his arms behind his head and leaned his head against them, his muscular biceps slightly flexing from the action, “you be thinkin’ i’m playin’ when i flirt with you and whole time, i been waitin’ for you to stop playin’ and let a nigga cuff you.”

your eyebrows raised before you could stop them, a look of surprise mixed with amusement written along your features as you let out a soft amused chuckle.

“in that case, say it with your chest then, Cameron,” you challenged as you grinned widely and crossed your arms, “if you really want me, i wanna actually hear you say it.”

“i been wantin’ you before you was even my tutor,” Cameron confessed, chuckling softly, as his lips curled up into a smirk, “i used to see your lil’ pretty ass all the time on campus with your headphones on or with your head in your books, so i ain’t try to approach you. i thought i wasn’t your type, anyway.”

“and what exactly do you think my type is?” you asked in amusement, your eyebrows raising, as you laughed at his words and Cameron shrugged a little before removing his arms from behind his head.

“definitely not athletes… shit, probably nerds,” Cameron grinned playfully, earning a hearty laugh from you, as he chuckled softly at your laughter and his grin slowly contorted into a genuine smile, “you can’t blame me for thinkin’ i wasn’t your type, girl, c’mon now.”

“well, you are,” you admitted, grinning at him, as his eyebrows raised in surprise and he slightly narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to tell if you were telling the truth or trying to spare his feelings, “you’re right though, i usually don’t go for athletes, but unfortunately, this one athlete done got me.”

“and who’s that one athlete?” Cameron rhetorically asked, a cocky smirk on his face, as you smacked your lips and your grin spread a little wider, playfully rolling your eyes at his cockiness.

“the talented Cameron Cade that’s been gettin’ on my damn nerves since i started tutoring him,” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron’s smirk widened and you laughed softly at the sight, “don’t let this shit go to your head.”

“too late,” Cameron cockily smirked, shifting closer to you, as a look of amusement crossed your face at him moving closer and he noticed it, making him chuckle softly, “i got the most beautiful and smartest girl as my girlfriend.”

“you never ask—”

Cameron’s lips were on yours before you could even get your sentence out, and the tension in your shoulders vanished at the action as you returned the kiss and cupped his jaw with one hand and cradled the nape of his neck with the other hand, holding him close while his big hands settled against your waist. the kiss was soft, slow, and tender — something you deeply needed after the rough day you had. it had a bit of determination in it also, which was Cameron’s way of letting you know he meant business.

he didn’t flirt with you for fun. he didn’t flirt with you because he wanted to fuck you and leave. he flirted with you because he wanted you, and he didn’t want you thinking otherwise.

Cameron pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours as you let out a soft heavy exhale, the deep kiss practically sucking all of the oxygen out of your lungs while you met his gaze.

“will you be my girlfriend?” Cameron asked softly, his colored eyes searching yours intensely, as a wide smile slowly spread across your face and you nodded your head.

“yeah,” you smiled as you watched a smile that matched yours spread across his face and you let out a soft chuckle, “about damn time you asked.”

“shut up and gimme’ another kiss.” and you did just as he asked.

as your lips met his again, Cameron’s hands shifted from your waist to your back and he pulled you closer as his lips moved in tandem with yours, the kiss filled with all of the intense “hidden” feelings between the two of you. your hands moved from his neck and jaw to his upper arms and you held onto them as the two of you gradually shifted positions, Cameron’s body moving to tower over you while you laid back against the couch.

as he got comfortable between your legs, your laptop and binder were so far gone from your mind that you forgot you and him even did a tutor session today. all you could focus on at that moment was him — his cologne, how his mouth tasted, how his hands felt caressing your figure, how his lips felt against yours, and how his body felt on top of yours. eventually, both of you broke the kiss and Cameron planted one last sweet kiss against your lips before burying his head in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses against your melanated skin while you tilted your head to further expose more of you.

one of your hands moved up from his upper arm to the back of his head and you cradled it in your palm as you moaned softly, feeling his lips and tongue press against particularly erogenous spot against your neck. noticing your reaction, Cameron paid special attention to that area, sucking, kissing, licking, and gently nipping against it while his hands rubbed up and down your sides.

“Cam…” you whimpered softly, your body arching into his touch, as you suddenly froze and your eyes widened, your hands abruptly moving to push at his shoulders, “wait, wait, wait.”

“what?” Cameron asked, raising his head from your neck to look down at you, “i do somethin’ wrong?”

“no, it’s not you, but we can’t, uh… do this right here,” you admitted sheepishly as you cracked a small shy grin, “i have a roommate, Cam, and she could come in any second.”

“shit, we could give her a show,” Cameron smirked playfully, earning a laugh from you, as he wrapped his arms around your figure and stood up from the couch with you in his arms, a squeal coming from your mouth while you locked your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself, “a’ight, where yo’ room at, ma?”

“it’s down the hall to the left.”

“C-Caaaam…” you whined, your eyebrows furrowing, as your jaw dropped and your head lolled back between your pillows, your hands cradling the back of Cameron’s head while his mouth skillfully worked between your legs, “baby, that feels soooo gooddd…”

Cameron hummed against you in response, and the feeling sent vibrations through you that made you squeal, your body jerking while your eyes rolled back into your head. his hands firmly gripped your thighs to keep them spread as wide as they could go and his tongue followed the lead of his lips as he kissed, sucked, and licked on every part of your pussy he could get his mouth on, occasionally showering your clit with personal attention before he resumed focusing on your entire pussy as a whole.

your body had become so relaxed that you felt like mush laying underneath him, but it was the best feeling in the world. granted, you had your own ways to de-stress after a bad day, but there was something about Cameron Cade eating the attitude out of you that gave you a feeling like no other, and you could feel the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and practically lighting your body on fire.

“oh, fuuuck— Cameron!”

“just like that, baby, shiiit!”

“C-Cam— ooh, fuck— nnnngh, God!”

your cries and moans bounced off of the walls of your bedroom as your climax crashed down on you like a bucket of a bricks, a broken cry ripping through your chest while your eyes screwed shut.

“y-yes! ohhh, yes, yessss— fuck!” you cried through your orgasm as your hips jolted wildly and your body arched up from the bed, a desperate mewl falling from your lips while Cameron ate you through your orgasmic aftershocks.

“that’s it, baby, there you go,” Cameron cooed, lapping up your juices, as he raised his head from between your legs and licked his lips, his fingertips rubbing your thighs while he looked down at you, “you so pretty, mama.”

your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice and you looked up at him, a small grin creeping onto your face once you met his gaze and noticed how the lower half of his face was glistening.

“you… damn, give me a second,” you panted heavily, shaking your head a little, as Cameron’s lips curled up into a proud smirk and he let out a hearty laugh while his hands massaged your thighs, “stop laughin’ at me!”

“aw, i’m sorry, pretty, c’mere.” Cameron cooed teasingly as he moved to the other side of the bed and sat with his back against the headboard before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

“no, you not,” you dramatically pouted, sticking out your bottom lip, as you straddled his lap and rested your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, “you think it’s funny seein’ be struggle to catch my breath after you just ate the soul outta’ my pussy.”

“‘funny’ ain’t the word i’d use, mama,” Cameron chuckled, smirking mischievously, as he grabbed your hips and pushed them down a little, making his bare erection press against you, “i think it’s sexy as hell watchin’ you cum on my face like that.”

your pout instantly vanished once you felt his dick press against you and your expression contorted into a small smirk instead as you leaned down and kissed him deeply, cupping his jaw in one of your hands while his hands moved from your hips to your ass. the kiss was slow for a moment, but it picked up momentum once his tongue slipped inside your mouth, a soft moan emitting from your vocal cords while your tongue wrestled with his.

as the two of you kissed feverishly, your unoccupied hand maneuvered down his body and reached down to grab his dick, a groan coming from him once your fingers latched around it. his grip slightly tightened on your ass and he used his grip to raise your hips a bit as you placed his tip at your entrance and slowly slid down on it, causing a moan to spill out from both of you that accidentally made the kiss break.

your hands clutched his shoulders and his colored eyes stared up at you as you gradually took more and more of his inches in until you were fully seated on his lap, a heavy exhale falling from your lips at how full you felt. you started off bouncing at a slow pace, getting yourself used to his size and the way he felt inside you, and a soft moan fell from your lips as Cameron leaned forward and pressed soft kisses against your jawline before dipping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your warm skin while his hands guided you up and down on his dick by your asscheeks.

one of your hands cradled the back of his head and the other held onto his upper back as a blissful moan fell from your lips and you tilted your head to further expose your neck, your eyes slowly closing while you lost yourself in a pleasurable haze.

“Cameron…” you moaned, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your jaw dropped a little and you whimpered with need, your hips now starting to move at a steady pace while your hand moved from the back of Cameron’s head to the nape of his neck.

“i’m right here, baby,” Cameron murmured against your neck, sucking faint hickeys into your skin, as his hands moved to your hips and he held them to keep you steady while his mouth moved towards your collarbone, “i ain’t goin’ nowhere, mama, keep ridin’ this dick like a good girl.”

you moaned at his words and your head lolled back as your jaw went slack and your eyebrows furrowed, both of your hands now clutching Cameron’s upper back and holding onto him for stability. without warning, Cameron started thrusting upward to meet your bounces, and a sharp cry fell from your lips as your body jerked and your eyes rolled back, the furrow between your eyebrows deepening while Cameron’s arms wrapped around your body and pulled you against his chest.

“C-Cam!” you squealed, your head falling forward and resting against his forehead, as the two of you locked eyes and a mewl fell from your mouth, both of your breaths coming out as ragged pants while you fucked each other back, “j-just like that, baby, fuuuck!”

“you feel so fuckin’ good,” Cameron groaned, his eyebrows furrowing a bit, as he tightened his arms around you and sped up his thrusts, pulling another cry from you while your nails sunk into his upper back, “you so wet for me, baby. i can feel her drenchin’ my shit and you ain’t even came yet. you takin’ this dick so good for me, pretty girl.”

“ohhh, fuck! oooh, fuck! f-fuck, fuck— uuuuugh!” you felt so good that you couldn’t do anything but curse up a storm, your eyes rolling back again while your jaw went slack and your mouth hung open. your hips worked quicker to match Cameron’s thrusts, which only intensified the pleasure both of you felt, as you threw your head back and cried out loudly, your cries and his groans mixing together with the sound of skin-slapping to create a sound of harmony.

“i-i’m cummin’! fuuuck, baby, i’m cummin’! uuuuugh, yes! yes, yes, yesss!” you whimpered loudly, your eyes screwing shut, as you gripped Cameron’s upper back tighter and he groaned at the feeling, his back and arm muscles flexing against you while he continued thrusting through your orgasm.

“that’s it, baby, keep cummin’. cum all over this dick, pretty girl, i wanna ease that stress on your shoulders.”