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“I did, it’s fab. You’re fab.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Nope, just tipsy. Two more glasses and I would be.”

He laughs. “Let’s get you home.”

Chapter 20

Papa

While my woman is not drunk, she is tipsy. I use that as an excuse to carry her inside. We run into Tawny in the lobby.

“Looks like you two had fun.”

“We’re about to go have more,” Nay says.

“Good for you.”

I chuckle and carry Nay to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closes, I bring my lips down on hers. She wraps her arms tighter around me and returns the kiss. Our tongues dance. She tastes so fucking good. My cock tents in my pants, pressing against the zipper of my dress pants.

When the doors open, I practically sprint down the hall and hurry to get the door open. Nay slides down my body and starts undoing my belt. I pull my shirt off over my head and toe off my dress shoes.

She pulls my pants down. My cock springs free.

“Music,” she says before taking my cock into her mouth and down her throat in one smooth move.

“God damn, baby. Fuck.”

It takes a few seconds before I can command Lexi to play one of our sex playlist. My woman loves to listen to music while we fuck, screw, or make love. Ginuwine’sPonyplays and she massages my balls and humming. The vibrations are killer on my fucking control, but damn, it feels so fucking good.

“Are you wet for me, Beloved?”

She nods and continues. Fuck, that’s hot. I can’t help but thrust my hips and fuck her gorgeous mouth. She makes all kinds of happy noises. I feel my balls draw tight.

“Beloved, you need to stop. I want to cum inside you.”

She stops and eases back with aching slowness. A punishment for not letting her finish. When she’s released all of my cock, I help her to her feet and quickly strip her bare.

“Here,” she demands.

I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist. I turn us around while she lines the head of my cock up to her entrance. I slam home and slam her against the wall at the same time.

“Hard, fast. I need it. Fuck me out of my head.”

“As my Beloved wishes,” I say, before increasing my speed.

The sound of our bodies slapping together joins the rhythm of the music playing around us. I get lost in the thrust. Lost in her openness. Her willingness to give herself over to me. To surrender to the raging passion that threatens to consume us.

Nay adds her sounds of pleasure to the already heady mixture and it’s nearly my undoing. I maintain control. She turns me on so fucking much. It’s sometimes hard to not blow a load when she looks at me, much less when I’m balls deep in the throes of passion. But I’m not a teenage punk and our night has just begun.

Nay digs her nails into my back and neck, leaving marks. I fucking love that. I bring my lips to her and temporarily silence her passionate cries while our tongues dance in a mating ritual of their own.

I lose myself in the kiss and the feel of her tight pussy around my rock hard cock. The coming together of our bodies. The melding of our minds and the entwining of our souls. That’s what this woman means to me.

Nay breaks the kiss so she can scream as an orgasm rocks her body. Her pussy walls pulse around me.Fuck, I am not coming.Think of something nasty,I order myself.Latrine pits. The way the guys reek after a week without a shower in the field.I bite into her neck and slide one hand around to press the heel of my hand against her clit.

She screams louder, riding the wave of the orgasm. I know she’s extra sensitive right now, but I don’t ease up. I thrust harder and faster, while grinding the heel of my palm on her swollen bud. When she screams louder. I bite the pulse at her throat hard enough to leave imprints.

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