Page 139 of The Sweetest Return

“Yes. Right there.”

He stayed with it, focused and relentless, each stroke hitting until I was gasping, cursing, gripping his arms, trying to escape the pleasure and pull him deeper at the same time.

“That’s it,” he said. “Take this dick like you missed it.”

I sobbed his name.

“Mmhmm.” His mouth brushed my jaw. “I know I missed this pussy.”

I clenched around him.

“Yeah, like that.” His hips slowed, giving me one deep stroke that made my eyes roll. “Years would pass, Mani. I’d be minding my business, trying to act like I had sense, and then I’d remember this pussy squeezing my dick just like this.”

“Oh God.”

He pulled back until only the head of him stayed inside me.

My whole body panicked around the loss.

“Then I’d ask myself if I was ever gon’ find something this good again.”

My nails dug into his arms.

His eyes stayed on mine.

“What you think?” he asked, voice low and mean with it. “You think I ever found it?”

I could not answer. His words were so damn taunting and filthy my brain started short-circuiting. My pussy kept grabbing and releasing around the tip of his dick like she was trying to pull him back where he belonged.

Dre went still.

“Huh, baby?” His mouth brushed mine without kissing me. “Wanna know the answer?”

“Tell me,” I breathed.

“The answer is…”

He drove in hard, completely to the hilt.

A scream tore out of me.

“No.” His mouth stayed close to mine. “No one in this whole world serves me pussy like you do, Mani.”

“Ahhhhh, Dre.”

“And no one else will.”

“Fuckkkk… baby.”

“That’s my girl.” His voice softened just enough to ruin me. “Look at you taking me so beautifully.”

The wet slap of our bodies filled the room.

The sound should have embarrassed me. Instead, it made everything hotter. My pussy was so wet every stroke announced itself, every thrust making that slick clap echo through all that expensive quiet.

He drove into me harder, and the sound snapped through the room.

My head fell back.