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He laughed as she let loose on him, making her all the angrier.

“We’re gonna cum together this time. That’s why.” He hoisted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, fastening her ankles at the small of his back as he went to stand in the middle of the kitchen.

“Mmmmm! Fuck!”

He pushed hard inside of her, her body flush against him, over and over. As he jostled her up and down, she trembled from the impact, as well as the warmth and hardness of his body against her own.

“You like that, baby? Feelin’ me deep inside you…”

“Yes…” Her eyes watered as her orgasm built again, this time more intense than the last climb to ecstasy.

He looked deep into her eyes, and her heart cracked. The love. The longing. The power. The need. The wonder. He held her to him like precious cargo, sealing their connection with a kiss and intense gazes. Peach Pit’s, ‘Up Granville’ was the background to his seduction, when he sentenced her to a life of beautiful possibilities…

He raked his fingers through her hair, a slight smile on his face, and if she didn’t know any better, the man’s eyes sheened over before he blinked it all away. Their lips locked as he moved slow and steady inside of her, then rocked his hips around and around, in slow circles. Jude made love like the aging of a fine wine… a crazy roller coaster on the fritz… a jealous lover pouring their all into a kiss… an incensed animal that had escaped its cage to mate… an angel who’d found his wings and the forbidden, golden keys to pleasure.

He was all of that, and then some.

“Do I make you high, baby?” His deep, shadowy words broke into her thoughts, blanketing their shared world with dark purple shadows.

“Yes!”

He kept making love to her, that dick of his driving in and out of her with brute potency. She shivered, slipping from reality.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Wait for me,” he whispered.” Let that shit build up…”

They entered another room decorated with white furniture, lavish crystal tables with gold feet, and towering bookshelves. Sitting down on one of the couches, he brought her right with him, pumping his hips. He never broke their stare. DJ Snake’s, ‘You Are My High’ was now playing.

“Iris, I sell, I don’t tell… I ain’t never shot up no heroin, but I heard if you were a heroine in a romance book, baby, you’d be an amazing leading lady. I never smoked crack… but this country boy right here would lick and eat the split of your ass in a New York fuckin’ minute… I don’t do no crystal, baby girl, but when I’m next to you, I shine like a diamond. You make this man feel alive. Didn’t know I was dead ’till I took a hit of you…Narcan in the flesh. I don’t even smoke no ganja no more, either, but I had a garden full of weeds in my heart, then I spotted an Iris… growin’ all by herself in my lifeless soil.”

She stared into his eyes. “You gonna pluck me, baby?” Her voice was weak as she fought her orgasm, her body on the verge of surrender. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it back.

“I wanna smoke you, drink you to the last drop, shoot you into my veins, snort you, ride that wave, baby. You thatnewshit. That Iris will keep you high for days… mmm, baby… you make me go crazy. Got me so high, that the clouds, moon and stars are now below my feet. The universe becomes a damn dancefloor once you enter the bloodstream and dream…I got that 100% pure Iris…I heard she a killa…I tried ’er for myself. She let me be the judge…”

“Jude…” She closed her eyes, gyrating her hips, falling so far down the rabbit hole, she had no chance of escape. He’d prepared a snare, and she was a victim to his love. He cupped her breast, slipped his tongue in her mouth, and made her ride him like a painted horse on a merry-go-round. He went faster and faster, the music growing louder in her head as she got dizzy, surrounded by blurs of white and gold. He clutched a white pillow and groaned so deep and loud, she felt his very soul vibrate through her body.

“Here cums the judge! Cum, Iris… Let’s go!” He crisscrossed his arms along her back, while pounding her with merciless thrusts.

They climaxed at the same time, yelling over one another, scratching, kissing, biting, rocking and fucking each other hard. The sweet elation he gave her was both her muse and downfall. Sweaty bodies glided against one another, a tangled affair of two people experiencing a single high. As she settled, she shuddered once more, and felt him trembling against her. The warmth of his cum filled her temple. He kept jerking, emptying himself inside her. She lay against his chest, feeling the soft, downy hairs and hearing his fast-beating heart as his dick throbbed inside her. While drifting in and out of another world, she noticed a gun under one of the pillows, then closed her eyes, praying for his safety throughout the rest of his days.

’Cause I’m selfish. I don’t want nothin’ to happen to him. I want him for myself. Forever…

…Several hours later

Jude yawned, thensmiled when his gaze fell on the figure next to him on the bed. It wasn’t a dream. The love of his life was really there.

“Hey.” He nudged her. “Hey, Iris… baby, wake up.” He yawned again and stretched, their naked bodies under a ton of black and red silk sheets. The woman batted her eyes, then rubbed them and sat up.

“What? Something wrong?” She looked at the clock on the nightstand with narrowed eyes. “It’s like five in the mornin’.”

“Yeah… I know. You gotta go.” He got up, grabbed some jogging pants, and pulled them on. When he turned around, he caught her perturbed and confused expression.

“I gotta go? Why?”

“’Cause I said so. That’s why.” He yawned again, then stretched once more for good measure.

“Huh? What tha fuck you mean, I gotta go, and you said so, that’s why? I’m not on this bullshit, Jude.”

The she-devil has entered the chat…

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