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Erik smacked your ass while his other hand had your long braids around his fist, yanking you back harder into his thrusts. “That pussy just keep gettin’ wetter and wetter for a nigga.” He grunted, the grip on your hips unrelenting.

Sex with Erik had always been intense. You two had been in a relationship for three and a half years now, and you still couldn’t get used to it. It’s like the sex got better each time. Now the sex felt different. Even more intense now that he had something to prove.

The hand gripping your waist snaked under you, and his fingers began to rub your clit. You whined loudly, arching your back as you begged between screams in the pillow. 

“Ahh shit! No, I can’t cum again!” You pulled away from him, causing his dick to slip out of you with a wet squelch, and crawled up the bed. 

He chuckled softly as he watched you scurry up the bed. “Oh, don’t run now, Y/N. You was talkin’ all that shit about a nigga’s stamina, and now you runnin’ from me?”

Erik grabbed your legs and flipped you onto your back, slotting himself between your shaking thighs. His brown eyes were filled with so much lust, he almost looked intoxicated while he stroked himself a few times, rubbing his swollen tip against your sensitive clit.

“Mmm…” you whimpered softly, fingers reaching out to rest on his lower abdomen. You tried to close your legs, but his grip on your thigh was like a vice. He pushed back inside you with ease, stroking you slowly and deliberately as he watched your wet walls stretch around his girthy dick. 

You looked up at him, eyes shining and jaw slack. He grunted softly as he rocked into you harder. “This my pussy?”

You nodded, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to fight back a shout. 

“Use your words, Y/N.” 

“Yesss,” you choked on a sob, vision blurry now. “This is your pussy, Erik.” 

“That’s what the fuck I thought.” He growled, pounding your walls at a pace so relentless the headboard smacked against the wall over and over.

Your entire body tingled as he brushed your g-spot over and over. Your head thrashed against the pillows as you felt yet another orgasm approaching. You could barely form a sentence coherent enough to warn him. He already knew by the way you clenched around him.

He inhaled sharply and then groaned loudly as he finally felt his own orgasm approaching. “Cum with me, baby.”

Erik came deep inside you, so deep that another orgasm ripped through you. The shocked scream that escaped your throat was hoarse and barely audible. Your thighs shook as tears rolled down your cheeks. His arm was between your bodies as he rubbed your clit and kissed your tear-stained cheeks. “Just breathe, baby. That’s all you gotta do.”

Every syllable felt like another pull, another layer of control and care. It wasn’t pain, it wasn’t punishment; it was too much in the way lightning is too much: bright, alive, and impossible to look away from.

When it finally eased, silence filled the room except for the rain. Your ears could barely hear the Jamie Foxx recording softly bumping from the living room speaker. Erik pressed his forehead to yours, breath unsteady but satisfied. “You still with me, baby?”

You giggled, shaky but sure. “Barely.”

He smiled, the kind that always made you feel safe right after he’d made you tremble. “You look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re loosin’ it on my dick.”

You took a much-needed breath before you spoke. “You plottin’ on my demise, nigga?”

He chuckled loudly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Nah, but I bet yo ass won’t crack another joke about my stamina now, will you?”