Page 41 of City of Gods

“Did you let him touch you?” I asked, breathless and panting down at her. She tipped her head back, looking into my eyes before shaking her head, swaying dark tendrils of hair over her shoulder. “Tell me you’re only here for the information.”

“Why the hell do you care?” Her eyes were all over me and I didn’t miss a single stroke from her heated gaze. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“I wish I could answer that.” I brushed my lips against hers, going in for another kiss. She didn’t freeze that time. She cupped my face in her smooth warm hands and let out the softest moan.

The animal inside me charged forward, lifting her leg and pressing her body against the door. I dropped to her neck, kissing and sucking lightly so I didn’t bruise her.

“Oh my god, Bakari,” she hissed, gripping my shoulders. The familiar smell of her wet pussy sang in my nostrils. When I slid my fingers between her legs and hit the soft material of her panties, I growled against her throat.

“You wore panties,” I said, nipping at her soft flesh.

“I told you, I’m only here for the information.”

“Good.” I tugged hard at the thin fabric at her hip until I heard the sound of popping seams. I slid them down her leg and tucked them in my pocket.

Her dress was a modest length but that didn’t stop me from lifting it around her waist and unbuckling my pants in one fluid motion after another.

“Make it quick,” she warned right before I sank into her.

She was so fucking hot and wet.

I drove deep and hard, stealing her breath and making her eyes flutter shut. Another thrust pulled a sultry whimper from her parted lips.

“Fuck,” she whined, dragging out the syllables. I bowed my head, resting my forehead against the warm crook of her neck. Breathing in her spicy citrus scent was like doing a line of coke. That had to be what it felt like.

The slow burn.

The euphoria.

The need to do it over and over.

My hips worked frantically, pounding into her. I fucked her deeply and fully until I felt her slick cream running down my shaft and balls in rivulets.

“Goddamn, Sanai.” Another thrust. Another pump. I kissed her shoulder and rocked in and out of her until the leg she stood on wobbled and threatened to betray her. So I scooped her up and braced her in my arms while I pushed her closer to the edge.

“Bakari, I’m coming,” she moaned, hitting her head against the door. I didn’t need her to tell me, though. I felt the way she squeezed me. The way her pussy pulsed around my hard dick. I wasn’t going to be far behind her.

“Shit me, too…” I grunted with a deep push inside her.

“I have an IUD,” she breathed between shaky words.

“Good.” I barely got the word out of my mouth before I exploded between her slick walls. My muscles tensed as I poured into her. I squeezed my eyes shut tight while splashes of red and blue pounded behind my lids.

Was it going to be like this every time?

I held her for a while until her breathing steadied and then I put her on her feet slowly, making sure she could stand okay. We stood there, staring at each other with questions dancing in our eyes but no words being spoken. It felt like a lifetime had passed but I knew it had only been a matter of minutes. Time always seemed to slow down when I was around her.

“I gotta go clean up and you should get the fuck out of here before Daniel sees.” She blinked and pushed a chunk of hair behind her ear.

“And what if he sees?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and tucking my wet dick away.

“Don’t start a dumb ass pissing contest when you know I’m here for business and not pleasure.”

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty into the nigga.” I gave a half-shrug and buckled my belt.

“He’s handsome and funny. It’s not hard to be interested in him. You should want that. It means he’ll trust me. So check your fucking ego and let me work.”

I nodded my head and walked over to the mirror to look at myself. “You’re right,” I admitted begrudgingly.

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