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“Take me out.”
The raspy order sends shivers through me, and goosebumps sprout across my arms. Trying not to fumble, I reach for his belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands when he takes my earlobe between his lips.
“Oh.” My breaths stagger. “Shit.”
“You feel how hard I am for you?”
I do. My fingers find him behind his zipper.
He’s going to tear this pussy up.
I know it, not just because of how long and hard he is in my hand, but because of the way his eyes devour every visible inch of me, like he’s in a cage and as soon as the door swings open, this ass is his.
“In my pocket,” he says. “Condom.”
Thank God he had the presence of mind to remember because my brain is so lust-fogged and I’m so exhilarated, he would have been inside me raw before I even thought to protest. Impatient to feel more of him, I push his pants down, the belt jangling when it hits the floor. His boxers are next, coasting over powerful thighs and hair-dusted calves. He is, in a word, magnificent, and I’m not convinced I’m awake. This must be a dream, having Superman’s doppelganger eager to fuck me against a wall. I take the condom from his pocket, opening it and pulling it over the hard length of him. Biting my lip, I hold back a squeal of delight.
“Pull it,” he commands, his voice hoarse as our temples kiss.
I take him gently in hand, tugging and rubbing my thumb over the head.
“Don’t play with it,” he laughs into my hair. “Harder.”
I add pressure and tug until he grunts and nods his head beside mine against the wall. He’s stiff and big, hot steel between my fingers. He slips his hand between my legs, and my face heats at the wet sounds my pussy makes as he works my seam. Pinches my clit, thrusts two fingers inside and then, without asking if I can take it, adding another. I gasp. His fingers are huge and he pushes in aggressively, tipping his head back so he can watch my face.
“I like this tight hole,” he says, his voice hushed on the dirty words. “You’re gonna feel this tomorrow.”
He kisses my cheek, drops his lips and draws the skin at my throat into his mouth, sucking hard and long.
Marking me.
“So your husband will know I took my time with you,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath dancing over my nerve endings and making me shudder.
I can’t form words to answer. I’m so overwhelmed by sensation and the reality of what we’re about to do. I look down between us, and in the dim light, I see his huge dick in my hand, pale against my skin.
“I’ve never been with a white guy,” I say, husking out a laugh. “There’s a first time for everything, huh?”
“Not my first,” he says, rubbing the pad of his finger over my clit in a slow, deliberate caress.
“You’ve fucked a Black girl before?” I ask, not sure why I’m surprised.
“Several.” He grins. “My last two girlfriends and some before. I stopped counting, not that it matters.”
“Oh.” I didn’t expect that for whatever reason. My own preconceived notions. “The blacker the berry, huh?”
“I’m only concerned about the second part of that,” he says, with a sly grin, taking his fingers from my pussy and bringing them to his lips. “The sweeter the juice.”
And he shoves the three fingers that were just inside me deep into his mouth, closing his eyes, sucking and licking them clean. My mouth falls open, shock and wanton desire leaving me breathless. As if the taste of me on his fingers galvanized him into action, he grips my thighs, hoisting me up, back pressed into the wall. On instinct, I lock my ankles behind his back, anchoring myself to him. He doesn’t huff or act like it’s hard the way Trey said he’d have to do. It’s effortless and he is singularly focused on getting inside. It’s such a turn on, his strength and obvious desire for me exactly as I am. His eyes, his hands, his quickening breaths told me how much he desires me, and even though he is a stranger, I’m not self-conscious about my nakedness.
He tongues the curve of my neck, muttering against my hot skin, “Put it in.”
Damn, why is that so sexy?
I reach between us and shift until he’s at my entrance, a blunt force probing a tight hole. I don’t have time to wonder what it will be like being with another man because Harper surges forward, pushing into me like a rocket. Launching, propulsive, buried to the hilt, the soft hair at his groin bushing against me, an erotic abrasion.
“Jesus,” I say, the word forced from me as he rams me into the wall. I cling to his shoulders and clench my thighs around him.
