Page 29 of City of Gods

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he gritted out. I raised my hand to mush him again, but he caught my wrist and pushed me against the closed door. “I said I was fucking sorry!” It came out like a heavy boom. His long arms caged me, locking me to my spot. “I was trying to say something…anything to get you to fucking leave.” We stared at each other for a few beats. Both of us breathing hard for different reasons.

Or maybe they were the same reasons.

One look down told me that even though I was pissing him off, I was also turning him on. His dick was hard and snaking down his thigh, giving a partial tent to the blue scrub pants he had on.

When I lifted my head, I pulled my wrist free and locked my arms around the back of his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist and fusing our mouths together. I thought he would freeze or resist me, but he pressed his hard body against mine, cupping my ass in his hands to hold me up.

We were frantic. Everything happened in a single rush of energy and time. I moaned at the possessive and hungry way he kissed and sucked on my lips. I locked my legs around him tighter when he leaned into me, kissing my neck then biting me with just the right amount of pressure.

His bite was surgical in its precision.

I wanted him inside me again. Only, it didn’t feel like just a simple want.

It felt bigger.

Deeper.

So fucking deep.

Did passion feel like this? Did it sparkle under your skin until you wanted to explode from the heat and the way it tingled? If that was the case then I’d never had passion before. Not like what Bakari was giving out.

He let my feet rest on the floor for a second before we were both struggling to erase the stupid ass barriers between us.

My jeans and panties.

His scrubs and boxer briefs.

When my pants and panties were around my knees, Bakari spun me around, pressing me against the cool wooden door. He thrust into me with one motion and we both groaned at how good it felt. I hung my head, resting my forehead against the door while he drove into me.

“You ain’t come over here for the fucking meeting, did you, Sanai?” Authority oozed from his mouth. I couldn’t lie right then if I wanted to. He was too deep inside. Too thick. Too long. Too goddamn much.

“No,” I whined as he pulled his hips away from me only to slam into me harder, working in slow, rolling motions. He was both hard and soft at the same time. The dueling sensations met in the middle and rocked me to my core. I pushed back on him, meeting his powerful strokes and creating a round of applause in the process.

It felt like a welcome celebration of our bodies coming together again after only an hour of being apart. I needed to feel him again.Thatsoon after we’d finished. The small time we spent tangling together wasn’t enough.

“Tell me why you came to the Temple or I won’t fuck you like you want me to. Like youneedme to.” His voice was a warm cinnamon-scented growl brushing against the side of my face.

He was right. I did need him to fuck me. It was bordering on addiction and it had only happened once.

Bakari was the best dick I’d had so far, and I needed to test that theory.

“I came back for you,” I panted, my breath making a small foggy spot on the slick wood.

He didn’t speak again. He stroked, pulling out and then crashing in, digging deep until my stomach flopped from the pressure. My eyes snapped shut as I met his motions again.

“Did you need this dick, Sanai?”

“Yes!” I tried not to scream but the way that man was moving was sinful. It was everything I’d always been warned about. It was the kind of dick that made you go stupid and dumb. Shit probably would make me go deaf and blind, too. I didn’t put anything past the way Bakari was fucking me. He could probably make my ass fly over the moon, too.

My pussy was hypersensitive from the first time we went at it. Before that moment, I hadn’t had sex in about a year. I throbbed from the way he stretched me. His dick was brutal, but I’d always been a glutton for punishment.

I used to hate how arrogant and mouthy Bakari was, but he was a different person when we fucked. At least that was what it seemed like. When he was inside me, he was focused on making me come. He was quiet. He gave more than he took.

I cried out when I felt his strong, gentle fingers massage and squeeze my clit. A shudder ripped through my body, making me go stiff momentarily.

“You okay?” Bakari asked, pausing everything.

“I’m fine. It just feels so…fucking good,” I answered. My voice was so high-pitched and whiny that I barely recognized it. Bakari grunted in response to me and picked up his pace, paying special attention to my clit.

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