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“Stop talking,” I rasped. He was far too close to the truth.
“I’m sorry for making you wait.” He snagged my bottom lip between his teeth then sucked it into his mouth. “This pussy’s angry at me, but I’ll make her better.”
Without warning, he sat back on his knees, yanked my panties off, and dove down to feast on me. His lips latched onto my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue. My mind raced to keep up, but it was no use. Once his mouth was on me, my mind was out of the equation.
My spine arched. I clawed at the sheets beside me. I wanted to claw at his shoulders and scalp, to push him off me or tug him closer. He laid claim to my body without asking if I wanted to be claimed. But he’d been right. Ihadbeen waiting for him to come back to me. Despite everything, I’d longed to feel his mouth between my legs again since he’d walked out of my room.
Amir held on to my hips, pulling me tighter to his mouth. His fingertips dug into my flesh. I whimpered and sighed as heat rushed down my belly, settling in my clit. His tongue took the heat and used it to make a spark, igniting me. Each pass of my clit stoked it higher and higher, until I burst into flames for him, crying his name, singing my pleasure to the ceiling. And he kept at me, sucking and licking until I was nothing but ashes, helpless in a pile in the center of his bed.
And then he was over me, rolling a condom on without taking his eyes off mine for even a second. He didn’t give me time to come down or think clearly. Not before he fitted the head of his cock with my opening and notched it inside. He stopped there, exhaling a heavy breath over my lips, then pushed in a little more.
“Amir...what..?” I could have protested. A big part of me wanted to. This was way too fast, and I wasn’t sure I was over being mad at him. But if I asked him to stop, would he? Moreover, would I even be able to ask?
He tapped my lips. “Quiet. I only want to hear my name out of these lips. Get out of your head.”
My inner walls rippled with a leftover wave of pleasure, making him squeeze his eyes shut and tighten his grip on my hips.
“Fuck. Shit.”His eyes opened and glared at me with something like accusation.
“Was that bad?” I wasn’t so naive not to know helikedthe way I felt around him.
“I’ll show you bad. Open for me,” he said through clenched teeth.
My legs spread wider, like I couldn’t help following his command. He hitched one of my legs up, pressing my knee almost to my chest, spreading me so he could sink inside, inch by inch. I whimpered as his body speared mine, creating space for himself in my core. A space that was only his, now designed to fit his body.
Tears pricked my eyes from the pain, from the magnitude of the act, from the relief that it was finally happening, from the person it was happening with. His eyes tracked the one tear that trickled down my temple as he held still as deep in me as he could get.
“You want to be the only girl in my sheets?” He wiped the tear away. “Is that what you want?”
My lips parted. Only a wisp of air escaped.
Shaking his head, Amir started to move, retreating slightly, then pushing back in. He was holding back, going slow for me, letting me get used to how incredibly full he made me. That surprised me. I’d rarely known him to be gentle.
“Touch me,” he murmured. “Touch me, Zadie.”
When I stayed frozen, he took my hand and brought it to his shoulder. Then he grabbed my other hand, placing it on his cheek.
“Fucking touch me,” he ordered softly. “Move with me. Show me you want my sheets smelling like berries and not anything else.”
Once my hands were on his hot skin, something in me flipped. The floaty feeling of watching myself from above disappeared and I came crashing into my body. I dragged my palm along the scruff of his jaw, to his nape, holding on to him there. My other hand ran along his shoulder, down the sinewy muscles in his arm, to his back. He made deep, pleasured sounds as I explored his skin. I hoped that meant he liked my hands on him, because I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him.
“Is this good?” I asked.
He glared at me, frowning like he was angry with me. Then his hips reared back until he was barely in my body.
“Isthisgood?” He slammed inside, taking my breath, my guts, my eyesight away.
“Amir,” I whimpered, clinging to his taut biceps.
“Don’t ask me if having your hands on me is good. You’re smarter than that, mama. You feel my cock in you. I know you can feel how hard you make me. Tell me you know.” He drove forward, hitting me so deep, stars sparked behind my lids. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I nodded, bringing my hands up to cup his neck. “I know, I know. I feel it.”
He dropped his head so his nose grazed mine. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me.”
“I’m—”
He swirled his hips, finding a raw, flaming nerve inside me. My spine bowed, and my neck arched back. Amir slipped his arm around my middle, holding me in that position while he fucked me with determined precision, rubbing that magic spot until I released a tremulous scream.
He kept holding me, grunting into my neck as he rode my body like a wave. Over and over, he thrust into me, drowning me in everything him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, letting him take me where he needed to go.
His movements became more frantic, the noises escaping his lips desperate. I held him tighter. He said my name like an exaltation, plunging in deep and staying there. My walls clamped around him, hugging him as he pulsed.
“That’s right, baby girl. That’s right,” he murmured as his movements slowed. Hot lips dragged along my neck, then teeth grazed my pulse. “Mmm...good little pet.”
My eyes fluttered open. Heart stuttering in my chest, my arms fell to the side.
Pet. I’m his pet.
Oh no. What had I done?
