Page 7 of Pretty Black

“Read them then.” He shoved me backward into bed, dropping to one knee. “But I’m not stopping.”

My cock throbbed as I read.

I want you rooted in my soul.

Buried there until neither is whole,

One without the other lacks

And we can’t subtract

Without the both of us losing

A part of ourselves.

The sum of us one

Or none

Forever.

“Iris…” I didn’t have the words to match how beautiful his words were.

“I’d ask you if it could wait, but I know you can’t.” He stood over me, bare, with his cock standing out from his hips.

I reached for his hands, drawing him on top of me. “I can try.”

He pressed between my thighs, hands pushing over my hips, touching everywhere but my dick. “Your mind would be in your music, not here. I want you here.”

“You’re right.” My hips bucked in the air. “I have to get it out, but I want you inside me as I do.”

“You can’t hold a guitar while I fuck you.” He laughed, taking hold of my cock again.

“No, but I can leave myself voice notes.” I met his eyes.

“While I’m inside of you?” Iris asked, all coy, eyes dilating with lust.

“You like that idea?” I asked, wanting to hear all his words about it.

“If you promise to send me those when you’re finished.”

I smiled, nodding. “You’ll need them for reference when you’re singing.”

He grabbed my hips, flipping me over. “Grab the lube and your phone.”

I reached for the nightstand franticlly, the need for both the release of the music and the release of the ache only Iris put into my bones. I arched and passed back the lube, opening my phone to start recording notes to myself.

Iris shoved fingers inside me. He wasn’t gentle, and I wouldn’t have him any other way. I didn’t want Iris slow and soft. Well, at least not all the time. I wanted his unadulterated need. I loved when he didn’t have the patience to wait.

I hit record, leaving myself notes in half gasps. Melodies sung while he stretched me open. His cock followed his fingers, the burn eliciting a gasp right in the middle. I glanced back at him to find him as smug as his penetration felt. He got off on this, and I got off on making him come.

“I love being inside you,” Iris said when I paused.

“Do you know how often I’m going to re-listen to this?” I asked him, wondering if he knew how much I listened to the master on my phone of him singing while I sucked his cock.

“As much as you listen to the other?” His smile grew. He radiated happiness.

I wanted to live in this moment forever. Every moment made me feel more than the rest of my life combined. I chased moments of it.

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