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He pressed inside gently and she held her breath, watching him disappear one inch at a time.

“Swollen, hot pussy. My god, Nia.” Reaching out, she rubbed her fingers around the base of his cock and he gritted his teeth. “I will spank your ass, woman. I’m serious.”

Smiling, she relaxed against the couch and lifted her hair from behind her. “Fuck me first. Show me what I can handle.”

Shockingly, it turned out she could handle a lot.

Chapter Six

Dennis stroked slowly out and back, pressing their bodies together snugly. Nia was mesmerized by the movement, by the difference in their skin tone, by the hardness of his body compared to the softness of hers.

Inhaling as he pulled back, she released a long exhale as he thrust deep again. He kept the rhythm for ten strokes, twenty, his palms wrapped around her thighs.

She didn’t realize she was cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, until he said through gritted teeth, “Nia.” She met his dark eyes. “Watching you, feeling you, is destroying me.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.” He licked his fingertips and laid them over her clit. A shiver moved over her and she whimpered. “You hypnotized yourself watching us.”

“It’s really beautiful…”

“You’re beautiful, Nia. Every nerve in my body is focused on not coming, not giving in no matter how hard my cock throbs, my balls ache.”

“I can feel your heartbeat. I-I didn’t know that could happen. No one has ever filled me so completely.” Releasing her breasts, she put her hands over his forearms. “Come. You’ve already given me so much. Come, Dennis.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he crawled up on the couch, turning her and sealing them even tighter to one another.

After giving her a kiss that made her chest ache, he set a faster, sharper rhythm. She put her legs around his lower back and held as much of him as she could.

He rested his forehead against hers. “You deliver so much fucking pleasure. I don’t think you understand.”

Nia smiled. “Not really. I haven’t had much success in this area, to be honest. I was assured it was me.” She chuckled. “It could never be the male.”

“God fucking forbid,” he said sarcastically. “It wasn’t you. You have a body made for fucking, primed for pleasure. If anyone paid attention, if they were focused on anything but popping their nut, they would have seen that.”

“Hey,” she said lightly, “don’t make me cry while you’re fucking me, Dennis.”

Supporting himself on his forearms, he lifted enough to watch her face. Strong, steady strokes from powerful hips as his groin rubbed her mound just so.

Staring into eyes she suddenly realized were surrounded by stupidly long lashes, she murmured, “I’m c-coming. Com…”

The orgasm stole her breath, her ability to speak, as her body tightened painfully hard. He kept thrusting and it made her crazy, made her body shake, made her moan his name over and over.

“Such perfection. Such fucking perfection.”

He thrust harder, faster, for half a dozen strokes and dragged out her name in a long groan as his own climax left him gasping and shaking above her.

It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

Dennis kissed her, held her, as he lazily continued stroking in and out of her body. It sent her over the edge again a few minutes later.

She passed right the fuck out.

Another first.

Nia woke as he lifted her in his arms and carried her through the house and up a flight of stairs. In an enormous bathroom, he started the shower before setting her on her feet.

“Restroom?”

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