we gotta find that girl who saw black panther and clenched her jaw so hard at the sight of shirtless michael b jordan that she broke her retainer, i need her opinion on sinners (2025)
summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣
— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.
Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.
— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.
Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.
— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.
Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.
— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”
Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.
— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”
Rating: 0/10. Wicked.
— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.
Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.
— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.
Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.
Summary: He's supposed to be laying low. A job overseas went bloody, and Erik Stevens-Black Ops Mercenary, Ghost of the U.S. Government-needs to go quiet. He crashes at his little sister's place near Howard University in Chocolate City. But when he arrives, there's a surprise: she's got a roommate. Her Best Friend. She's grown since he last saw her. Grown in all the ways that test a man's self control. But Erik? He's never been good at following the rules...
Warnings: Age Gap Romance/ Forbidden Attraction/ Explicit Sexual Content (strong smut, oral sex, size kink, erotic praise, power exchange)/Slow Burn to Filthy/Obsession & Possessiveness/Sexual Tension in Shared Spaces/Mutual Voyeurism/Sexting/Emotional Denial/Resistance/Breeding Talk/Male Dom / Female Sub Dynamic
Part Four
Doja Cat was blasting.
The speaker thumped against the cluttered dresser, vibrations through every inch of Aaliyah’s room. Loose clothes were everywhere. A carry-on half-zipped. Shoes tossed across the rug. Outfits draped over the desk chair and mirror. It was chaos but a cute, girly chaos. Sanaa was behind her, hands working fast, fingers gathering Aaliyah’s curls into a soft, high updo. She left a few spirals loose to kiss the sides of her face and neck, swooping the edges into delicate baby hairs with her pinky and a bit of edge control.
Baby we tried to fight it…we all been there some days…thought i needed something else and acted like I was okay…we just had to work it out…and baby, I needed space…ain’t nobody ‘round here on your level you’re so far away…
Aaliyah hit the high notes like she meant ‘em, holding her phone like a mic, eyes closed. Sanaa laughed behind her, doing backup vocals while pinning the last piece into place.
“Girl, you not gon’ be able to sing once you out with Jordan tonight,” Sanaa teased, “He gon’ have you losing your breath.”
“Please.” Aaliyah smiled but tried to play it cool, “He better act like he got some sense tonight. Or I’ll just Uber home and call it a day.”
Sanaa raised her brows in the mirror, “And have Erik spazz out?”
“Exactly why I need to look good,” Aaliyah said, twirling a curl around her finger, “If I’m gonna have to fight for my date, I wanna at least be fine doin’ it.”
“You so STUPID!”
The girls laughed again as Sanaa fluffed the final piece into place. The style was soft, romantic, and full of volume, her curls pinned up just right, with a few framing tendrils that made her look ethereal.
“You cute as hell,” Sanaa said, stepping back to admire her work, “Like…damn near ethereal. Floatin’.”
“Okay, floatin’!” Aaliyah grinned, turning her head side to side in the mirror, “All I need is that lil’ lip tint—what’s the name of it? The peach one.”
Sanaa nodded, already walking toward the door, “Yeah, hold on. It’s in my room—I’ll grab it.”
The music kept playing. Aaliyah kept dancing in the mirror. Sanaa opened the door and stepped into the hallway, her body still buzzing from the energy in the room, hair swaying across her upper back like a mane’s tail, jeans riding low on her slim waist. That shirt of hers hugged her torso just right, rising a little too high when she moved.
She was humming the lyrics under her breath.
Like you…like you…like you, ooh…
Not knowing that just a few steps down the hall…Erik was about to stop fighting it. And he was about to show her exactly what he meant when he said she was a problem.
Sanaa didn’t mean to take her time, but she did.
She bent over when she reached for that tiny-ass lip tint, back dimples popping out. Erik was nowhere in sight. She assumed he was still in his room, probably back on that game again or scrolling through something that didn’t include her. But it didn’t stop her from glancing toward his cracked door as she passed. Didn’t stop her from swinging her hips just a little harder, letting that tantalizing denim ride low. She grabbed the tint, popped the cap, and started to slick it on in the hall. Thought maybe she’d linger long enough to catch his shadow in the doorway. But nothing.
Not until her phone buzzed.
She glanced down.
A text from Erik.
Then the photo dropped in.
Her heart stuttered. Fingers froze. Lips parted mid-swipe. The pic loaded slow, and it wasn’t because of Wi-Fi, it was because the universe knew what it was doing. Knew how to make her squirm. He was laid back on his bed. Dark sheets beneath him. His thick, muscular thighs stretched out, sweatpants loose but not loose enough. The fabric clung like it knew it had a job—to hug that dick and show out. And baby…it showed out.
Sanaa’s breath caught.
That print was aggressive. Damn near 3D. The outline of him long and thick, stretching down the left side, pushing heavy through the fabric like it was trying to make contact. You could see the whole thing, even the way the tip curved a little along his thigh. A thick, high rise of flesh full and unmistakably real. That kind of print that made your mouth water and your knees forget how to function.
And he knew what he was doing.
Because the waistband was tugged down just low enough to show the trail of hair leading there. That little line that had her thighs pressing together every damn time he walked around shirtless.
The next text slid in.
Erik: You sure you can handle this dick, slut?
No emoji. No cute follow-up. Just that. Straight to the point.
Sanaa blinked. Felt heat crawl up her chest. Her thighs clenched and her pussy pulsed, fast and hot like it was answering for her before her brain could catch up.
Another text.
Erik: I know you think you grown…but you keep testing me. You want daddy to stretch that lil pussy out, huh?
She swallowed hard. Backed into the wall. Still staring at the screen like it was hypnotic. Like the print itself had a grip on her.
Then he sent another. This one a close-up. A zoomed crop of just the bulge. You could see the ridge of the head now. Thick and proud, fighting through the fabric like it needed air. She could imagine exactly what it would feel like, dragging over her lips. The weight of it. The warmth. The way his dick would hit her deep, then deeper, making her gasp before she even realized he was all the way in. She squeezed her thighs again. Pressed the gloss tube against her lips just to keep from letting out a sound. Biting the end of it to muffle a faint whimper.
Another text.
Erik: You gon’ let me fuck that attitude off your face? Or you still wanna play?
She didn’t type back. Sanaa didn’t trust herself. Her fingers hovered. She thought about sending a cute reply. A selfie. A smart-ass remark.
But she couldn’t stop staring.
Another ping.
Erik: Slide them jeans off. Right now. Take a pic of them panties you tryna keep dry. I know you wet.
Another beat.
Erik: Matter fact…pull em to the side. Let me see what I’m finna ruin.
Sanaa’s whole body prickled. The heat between her legs surged so fast it scared her. Her panties already damp, already clinging. And he knew it would be. And she knew if she took them off, that wetness would leave a trail down her thighs. Her hand shook as she reached for her waistband. Phone still in the other. Her reflection in the mirror looked flustered, guilty, wrecked. And all she’d done was read his texts. All she’d done was look at the print of that dick.
Erik sent one more.
Erik: You takin too long, Bri. Want me to come do it for you?
She hesitated. Not long but it was long enough to decide she was gonna be bad about it. Sanaa stood there in the hallway, one hip leaned against the wall, phone in her hand like it weighed too much. Her other hand dipped slow, smooth, hooking into the waist of her jeans and easing them down over her hips. Not all the way. Just enough. She let the denim bunch at the top of her thighs, soft curves spilling above the waistband, brown skin glowing under the hallway light. Her panties were black, thin, silky, clinging to her fat pussy like they knew how good she looked. The outline was obscene. The damp spot even worse. That pretty little pussy soaked, lips full and pressed up tight behind the fabric, looking like it was begging for attention.
But she didn’t pull ‘em to the side or spread shit. Didn’t give him what he wanted like he commanded. She snapped the pic like that. Jeans mid-thigh. Panties stretched tight. A flash of her hand at her stomach, holding the phone down at an angle that showed everything but what he was asking for.
Still teasing and playing. And that was the point. The point was to drive him crazy to this very moment.
And she succeeded.
She hit send, pulled her jeans back up with a cute little shimmy of her hips, let them hug her again like nothing happened, and walked her ass back into Aaliyah’s room. The door creaked open and Aaliyah was in the bathroom, face close to the mirror, blending out her contour like she was late for a photo shoot. She had her robe tied loose, lashes half-on, and was already rambling like her best friend wasn’t spiraling inside.
“Ugh, I shoulda told Jordan ten minutes later,” she complained, “He always pullin up early like I don’t need a full beat.”
Sanaa gave a tight smile, “You look fine.”
Aaliyah scoffed, “Bitch, duh. But I wanna look good. Like, ‘can I suck your dick in the car before we get there’ good.”
Sanaa let out a short breath through her nose, pacing slowly toward the edge of the bed. She sat down, careful, like if she moved too fast, her body might give her away. Because she was nervous now. Heart tapping faster. Mouth dry. Stomach aching in that weird, fluttery way, like something was lowkey crawling behind her navel. Because Jordan pulling up meant Aaliyah would be leaving. And if Aaliyah left…she’d be alone in the apartment.
With him.
With Erik.
With that dick print still burned into her screen.
With that last text still hanging in the air.
Her phone vibrated again. She snatched it quick, face tilted away from the bathroom, thumb opening the thread before she could change her mind.
Erik: That lil’ drip don’t scare me, Bri.
Erik: Shit look perfect. Fat ass pussy lookin like it need to be ate through the fabric.
Sanaa felt her breath catch. Spine straightening. Another one came through right after.
Erik: You got all that pussy sittin up pretty and you still playin like I won’t put you on ya back and feed. I’ma lick it till you cry, slut. Then fuck you so deep you forget your name.
Her legs crossed tight. She folded over just a little, pretending to reach for something in her bag. In truth, she just needed to breathe. She could feel the heat rising again, thick between her thighs. Her panties clinging worse than before. Every word from him sent sparks through her chest, straight down her belly.
She whimpered under her breath low and weak.
Aaliyah’s voice floated from the bathroom, still talking shit about Jordan’s playlist and how he always played the same Gunna song on repeat. Sanaa barely heard her. She was staring at her screen like it had her under a spell. Her lips parted, breathing shaky, one hand pressed flat against her stomach like she could hold it all in. But she couldn’t. She wanted him bad. Bad enough her whole body was pulsing for it.
Sanaa felt her phone buzz again.
Another text.
She knew it was him before she even looked. Her hands were already shaking. The ache between her legs had gone from something faint to something deep. Her whole body felt wired, charged, too aware of the man just a few steps away behind that bedroom door. Erik wasn’t teasing anymore. He was taunting now. And she was the one who started it. She sat on the edge of the bed while Aaliyah kept rambling from the bathroom about lashes and lip combos. Sanaa barely heard a word. All she could focus on was the little text bubbles on her screen.
Incoming video from Erik. She tapped it. And baby…that shit opened like a floodgate.
Erik was in his room, lights low. The TV in the background still glowing, 2K music faint under it, but all the attention was on him. He stood in front of his full-length mirror, one hand holding the phone low, filming himself from the perfect angle. His tank was lifted halfway up with his other hand, exposing his hard stomach, deep-cut abs flexed, muscles twitching every time he moved. Locs hanging in his face, jaw tight like he was trying not to say what he was really thinking.
Then he gripped it.
Right through the fabric of his grey joggers, his hand wrapped around that thick ass dick print like it belonged on display. He tugged at the base, squeezing through the material, and it only made that dick print bolder. It rose up heavy. You could see the whole length, thick from the root, wide and long, curving slightly as it swelled against the soft cotton. The shape of it clear as day. That dick that made you question if you were even built for it. The kind that pushed back. That moved when he touched it. It jumped once in his pants when he flexed, and she gasped. Couldn’t stop herself. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes low in the mirror. Then he looked into the camera, and that’s when it hit her in the chest.
That stare.
Dark. Primal.
He could see right through her. He said nothing in the video because that look said it all. That look said: You wanna play, baby girl? Bet. He kept rubbing that dick through his pants, slow strokes that showed just how long and heavy he was. The camera dipped a little lower to catch the way the fabric stretched tight over the tip, swollen and pulsing like it was trying to punch through.
And then the video ended. Just like that.
Sanaa was trembling.
A mess.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe, the heat in her panties had become unbearable. Her pussy was slick, no, wet. That good wet. Sticky. Her thighs pressed together in a panic and it only made it worse. She wanted to squirm. To grind. To touch. But Aaliyah was still in the bathroom, talking, moments from walking out and leaving Sanaa completely alone.
With him.
Another message popped through.
Erik:Yeah you still playin’. Drippin for me, ain’t you? You not ready. Not for this dick. Not for what I’ma do when I get my hands on that lil pussy.
She whimpered again. This time, too loud.
Aaliyah paused, “You good?”
“Yeah,” Sanaa choked out, clearing her throat, “Just… stomach cramp.”
“Mmm. Prolly hungry. You be forgetting to eat.”
Sanaa kept her head down, hair falling around her face as she clutched her phone to her chest, her other hand pressing down hard against her stomach, trying to soothe the ache that wasn’t from hunger. She needed to get it together. Fast. Because Erik wasn’t letting up.
Aaliyah spun once in front of her mirror, curls pinned up in a soft, coiled halo. Her shoulders were bare, dusted in cocoa shimmer, the neckline of her sweater dress dipping just enough to be flirty but still dinner-appropriate.
“Okay, okay,” she said, turning to Sanaa, “Be honest. Is it givin’?”
Sanaa looked her up and down from the bed, chin in her hand, “It’s givin’,” she nodded, “Soft serve caramel dream. You good.”
Aaliyah grinned, “Thank you, bitch.”
Then—
Knock knock.
They both froze.
“Oh God,” Aaliyah panicked, grabbing her compact, “That’s him.”
Another knock, this one firmer.
Then Erik’s deep voice called from down the hall: “I got it.”
Aaliyah’s eyes widened in alarm, “No, no. Sanaa—go with him! Make sure he don’t try nothin’. You know how he is!”
Sanaa stood, already feeling the heat crawl up the back of her neck, “Ain’t my job to babysit—”
“Sanaa,” Aaliyah whined, eyes pleading.
She rolled her eyes, but her feet were already moving. Each step down the hallway made her skin feel tighter, her chest heavier. And there he was, already unlocking the front door, joggers slung low on his hips, body radiating that heavy, hot, quiet he always wore when he didn’t like something.
That door creaked open. Then came him.
Jordan.
Tall. 6’1”, maybe 6’2”. Warm bronze skin, lined-up fade with neat braids tied back. Sharp cheekbones, a watch that said money but humble. Button-up and slacks. Smooth smile with a dimple just beneath his left cheek.
Sanaa clocked all of it in one sweep.
He stepped forward, “Hey,” he greeted, voice low, polite, Then he turned to Erik, “You must be Erik. Jordan Taylor.”
He extended a hand. Erik stared at it like it was a disrespect to invade his space and expect to be dapped up. He took it, and he didn’t give him a shake. It was a vice grip squeeze. Sanaa saw the subtle flex of Erik’s forearm. How Jordan kept it calm, not backing down. The silence between them was louder than the knock had been.
Erik’s voice came low and gravel-thick, “You pick her up, you bring her back. Same way.”
Jordan gave a single nod, “Of course. Got her the whole night.”
Erik’s jaw ticked, “You better.”
Jordan looked at her, expression shifting softer, “You must be Sanaa?”
She tilted her head, smiling just enough, “Guilty.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said with ease.
And then Aaliyah appeared. The effect was instant. Jordan’s whole face softened. Eyes swept over her like he forgot how to blink.
“Damn,” he exhaled, “You look…”
Aaliyah laughed, touched his arm, “You too.”
They left out together, light on their feet. Jordan’s hand brushed Aaliyah’s lower back as she stepped ahead of him, laughing at something he said under his breath. She looked like she knew she was the main character. Like the city lights outside were hers to walk into.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Alone.
Sanaa stood near the arm of the sofa, phone still in hand, pulse tickin’ too fast in her neck. Erik stood out like a damn silhouette in that tank top. Still brooding. He was by the window now. Arms crossed over that thick chest, jaw set. His locs hung just enough to shadow his eyes, but she didn’t need to see ’em to feel it. That look was already on her. Slowly, he turned. His stare dragged over her like it had weight. Sanaa was frozen.
Erik’s eyes dropped once. To her mouth. Then lower. Then back up. Still not a word. And just when she thought he might speak—might finally say some slick shit to push her over—he turned.
Walked off without a glance.
Broad back disappearing down the hallway. Heavy steps. Calm like a storm moving in. Sanaa just stood there, breath shallow, heart knocking.
Then her phone buzzed. And she knew…he wasn’t done
Erik: I’ma fuck my name into that pussy.
Erik’s door was shut.
That alone made her nerves scream.
Sanaa walked past it slow, every step deliberate like the apartment might hear her thinking too loud. The air itself was waiting on something to pop off. She didn’t look at his door when she passed it. The heat coming from behind that wood. The weight of him on the other side, knowing she was there. Knowing she was alone now.
She slipped into her room and shut the door behind her.
Click.
The sound landed heavier than it normally would.
She leaned back against it for a second, eyes closed, chest rising and falling too fast. Her phone was in her hand, screen dark. No texts. No commands. No permission. And that almost made it worse. She peeled her clothes off slow. Jeans first, sliding them down her hips, stepping out of them like she had all the time in the world. Her wet panties clung in that needy way she hated and loved at the same time. She left them on. On purpose.
Sanaa pulled on an oversized tee. Old. Soft. A vintage rock band shirt that used to belong to somebody else, sleeves stretched, hem falling mid-thigh. It slipped off one shoulder when she moved, exposing smooth brown skin and the strap of her bra. The fabric brushed against her nipples every time she breathed and they were tight, sensitive, betraying her. She sat on the edge of the bed and bounced her knee, restless. Hands fidgeting. Fingers digging into her thigh, then her stomach, then her chest like she didn’t know where to put them.
Her body felt loud. Her pussy felt louder.
A deep ache sat between her legs, low and constant, not sharp but heavy. Like something was pressing from the inside out. She was full of anticipation instead of anything solid. A slick heat between them making her suck in a breath through her teeth.
She’d been waiting for this. That truth settled in her chest and didn’t move.
Waiting since the first time she caught him watching her from across the room. Waiting since the first time his voice dropped when he said her name. Waiting through every almost-touch, every too-long stare, every moment she pretended she wasn’t thinking about how he’d feel on top of her. Inside her. Over her. Making her behave.
This was her moment. And she was scared as hell.
Not scared of him. Scared of herself. Of how bad she wanted to walk down that hall, open his door, and offer herself up just like he said. Knees soft. Head tilted. Mouth ready.
She stood up. Her heart thudded hard, heavy, like it was trying to talk her out of it and failing. She smoothed the shirt down, pushed her shoulders back, lifted her chin. Took a breath that didn’t steady her at all. Then, she walked to her bedroom door. Her hand wrapped around the knob clammy and slightly slick.
She opened it.
And he was right there.
Close.
Too close.
Sanaa gasped before she could stop herself. The sound caught in her throat, sharp and soft all at once. Her body reacted faster than her mind. Chest jumping. Body shaking. That ache flaring hot and needy. Erik stood in the hallway like he’d been waiting the whole time, locs loose around his face. His presence filled the space between them instantly, heavy and undeniable. His eyes dropped to her shoulder, the way the shirt slipped, the bare skin offered up without her meaning to.
Then his gaze lifted. Locked on hers. Her breath shook. She didn’t step back.
The door behind her was still open. Her room exposed. Her bed visible over her shoulder. Everything about her right there for him to take in. And the silence between them was thick enough to choke on.
She swallowed.
He didn’t touch her, but the way he moved toward her felt like contact all the same.
Erik stepped in close. One step. Another. Measured. Calculated. His shoulders filled the narrow space and everything seemed to fade under the weight of him. She backed up without thinking, breath catching low in her chest until her spine met the cool wall.
He kept walking.
Not rushing or crowding her clumsily. Closing in at a pace that said he already knew she wasn’t going anywhere. His eyes locked on hers the entire time, a low heat building the longer neither of them spoke.
Sanaa felt her pulse throb at the base of her throat. Erik lifted his arms, planted his palms flat against the wall on either side of her head, and that simple motion swallowed the rest of the hallway. The muscles in his biceps flexed. His scent curled into the tiny pocket of space between them. She could feel the heat coming off his chest even though they weren’t touching.
A small, stunned breath slipped out of her.
He didn’t move closer or lean all the way in. Erik didn’t even let his body graze hers. He just stood there, caging her in, staring down at her like he was deciding what to do with a temptation he had tried too long to ignore. Heat wound through her ribs. Sanaa lifted her chin a little, eyes meeting his with the same guarded intensity he came in with, but it didn’t hold. Not against the way he looked at her or the quiet storm rolling behind his eyes. Her composure began to soften, the edges of it loosened. Her lips parted. Her gaze slipped from his eyes to his mouth, then back up again.
Erik saw every shift. Every twitch.
His chest rose slow, fell slow, like he was working to keep himself steady. The lights overhead cast a warm glow over his face, highlighting the sculpt of his jaw, the curve of his mouth, the tightness around his eyes where control sat heavy. His height boxed her in. His presence pressed against her without a single point of contact. Sanaa’s breath quickened. It wasn’t frantic breaths. She was aware of him. Aware of the heat rising low in her stomach. Aware of the subtle ache forming before he ever laid a finger on her. Her back stayed flat against the wall. Her thighs eased together for no reason except the way he looked at her.
His eyes dipped slow down her face, over her lips, then back to her gaze like he wanted to see if she’d break.
She did. Just a little.
Her lashes lowered in a slow blink. Her lips stayed parted. Her heartbeat pulsed all through her, tightening, waiting, wanting something she wasn’t going to say first. Erik shifted his weight slightly forward, and the change in proximity alone sent a warm rush down her spine. He still didn’t touch her. But his presence filled her senses so completely that her body reacted as if he had. Her throat bobbed in a swallow. Her voice didn’t come. The air felt too charged to cut through with anything foolish like a word.
Erik stayed like that, looking down at her while the tension built between their bodies. That subtle, slow pull that crept from silence to desire. Her fingers curled against the wall. Her breath brushed the front of his shirt. Her pulse fluttered wild beneath her skin. And Erik let the stare hold. So heavy. So intense. So hypnotic that it pulled her deeper into it, inch by inch. Her face shifted again, the last bit of resistance slipping. Desire sat openly in her eyes now, warm and unguarded. Her gaze traced his lips again before settling back on him. Her chest lifted in a small inhale that pressed her body closer to the invisible line between them.
Erik’s jaw tensed. That was all he let himself show. But it was enough for her to feel it. Their breath mingled. A quiet, electric charge coiled in the center of that hallway like something ready to strike if one of them leaned even an inch closer. But he dipped his head, lowering it until his locs brushed the side of her cheek like a dark curtain falling around them.
Sanaa’s breath stuttered.
He exhaled slow. Steady. A breath that felt like it traveled straight through her skin. Her knees threatened to give just from the heat of it. Her pulse fluttered wildly against the wall behind her spine.
Then, right against her ear, low enough to curl her toes, he confessed.
“I want you.”
Low, yet powerful.
Sanaa shut her eyes because her body reacted before she could stop it. A shiver climbed her back, small and sharp, as if those three words reached places he hadn’t even touched.
He waited for that reaction. Savored it. Then his voice brushed her again, deeper now, “But you already knew that, huh?”
Her mouth didn’t move to give him a reaction. Her lips parted, but the sound didn’t come. Her chest rose in a trembling breath, the silence itself exposing everything she thought she was hiding.
Erik angled his head a little, eyes on her like he could see straight through her, “You ain’t even gotta say it,” he said, voice thick with heat, “Cuz you want me too. That’s why you teasing me so much, right?”
Sanaa’s teeth caught the corner of her lip. Almost like a plea disguised as hesitation. Her gaze lifted, locking with his, and the look she gave him was the closest thing to surrender without a single word spoken.
Erik leaned in until their faces were almost touching, breath mingling, both of them pulled tight into the moment, “Worked so hard to break me,” he spoke low, voice steady and low as his eyes dragged over her mouth, “And it worked.”
Her stomach fluttered and clenched.
He dipped closer, bringing his lips to the point where she could feel the warmth of them without contact. Her breath caught with a shaky sound as he continued, “Because now…” The words ghosted her mouth. His breath slid across her lips, light enough to set off sparks under her skin, “…now I’ma show you what happens when you provoke me, lil miss ‘I want my best friend’s older brother to fuck me.’”
Sanaa’s expression changed instantly. Desire pulled her features soft and dreamy. Lips parted. Eyes low, heavy-lidded, almost dazed like he’d taken her legs out from under her.
Erik watched that look spread over her, studied it like he wanted to memorize every shift. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as if considering her, “Now…” he said quietly, “what to do about that…”
His gaze dropped down her body, slow enough to make her breathing quicken, then back up. He lifted his hand a fraction, not touching her, just bringing it close enough for her to feel the heat coming off his skin. His voice deepened, “These scars?” His free hand rose between them, palm turned slightly so she could see the patterns carved into his skin, “Each one for a kill.”
Her breath hitched hard, chest lifting in a trembling inhale.
“You sure you wanna go there with me?” he asked, tone steady as a pulse, “Cuz I don’t fuck like them lil niggas you prolly used to.” He bent a little closer. Close enough that her lips grazed his breath again, “That jackhammer shit?” His eyes lowered to her mouth, “Nah.” His voice dropped to something dark and dangerous and it wrapped around her spine and pulled her forward, “I’ma leave my dick print in your guts for the rest of your fuckin life, girl.”
Sanaa’s body trembled with a reaction she couldn’t hide. Shock. He could feel her answer in the heat between them. Erik let a faint chuckle slip out of him. It carved into the tight space between them and hit Sanaa right in her stomach. His single dimple dipped into his cheek, that little flash of cuteness wrapped around something entirely unsoft. He licked his lips once, a slow sweep of his tongue across the bottom one, gold slugs glinting under the hallway light.
Then he spoke, “You ever heard of a grind, baby girl?” His voice rolled over her skin, “Ever seen it? I’m sure you have…girl like you prolly got a whole bookmark saved on your Twitter…”
Her reaction was instant. Immediate. Almost physical in a way that made her embarrassed to breathe. A pulse throbbed between her thighs so sharp she nearly whimpered. Heat flooded her underwear so fast she felt it soak straight through the cotton, sticky and warm against her skin. Her nipples tightened under her tank, pushing hard against the fabric, so sensitive they tingled at the slightest shift in air between them. Goosebumps rose along her arms and belly, a shiver rolling up her spine like a slow electric climb.
And all he did was talk.
Erik watched the way she reacted, watched the tension in her throat, the small way she pulled in a breath she couldn’t hide. He leaned closer, his words dropping lower, “I fuck to make you feel me,” he said, that deep timbre sinking into her bones, “And I don’t rush it. I ain’t chasing a nut. I’m aiming to make you melt, baby.”
Her thighs pressed tight together.
“That’s what a grown man do.”
Sanaa’s lips parted again, barely a sound leaving her. Erik lifted his hand slowly, so slow she felt each inch of anticipation travel up her nerves. He used a single knuckle and stroked her cheek with a touch so careful it sent a hot, aching wave straight through her middle.
He bit his bottom lip as he looked at her, “You so damn pretty, Bri.”
The nickname hit deeper because of the way he said it. Like he owned her. Like she had no idea what she was doing to him.
“Had a nigga shook when you walked out with them lil ass shorts on.” His eyes darkened, “I was like mmm…fuuuck. This Sanaa? Lil shy, quiet, hiding in the corner Sanaa?” His gaze swept down her body, slow enough to make her stomach clench again. He took in every curve, the way her nipples pressed hard against her top, the way she couldn’t keep her thighs still anymore. His voice dropped to something that touched her like a hand, “Thoughts ran through my mind…” He took one breath. Let it sit, “Like damn. I know she taste real good.”
Her knees almost buckled.
“I’d slurp her up. Dip my tongue in that pretty pink puss…”
A soft sound escaped her throat, almost too faint to hear, but he caught it. Her eyes went dreamy, unfocused, pupils blown wide. Her lips stayed parted. Her chest trembled.
She was ruined.
Standing there with her back against the wall, sweating under the intensity of him, panties soaked through, nipples hard enough to ache, breath coming in shallow, shaky pulls because she had never been this turned on without a single touch.
“You like the way I’m talkin’ to you, lil baby?” His voice was dark silk, slow and dragging, dipped in something slick that made her toes curl. Sanaa nodded, slow and dazed, her body answering before her brain could catch up. Erik tsk’d. A low sound of disappointment that made her shiver, “Uh-uh,” he said, tilting his head slightly, eyes burning into hers, “Open your mouth. Don’t act mute now. You had a lot of shit to say earlier.”
It took effort to speak. Her lips parted around a tiny whisper, “Yes.”
He smiled at that. Not a kind smile. Not a gentle one. It was a smile that showed he had her exactly where he wanted her. Made her panties feel wetter than she even thought possible.
“Why you want me so bad?” he asked, licking his bottom lip slow, “Tired of the same old sorry ass dick?”
Her mouth fell open slightly, eyes heavy-lidded. He saw the answer before she gave it, but he wanted to hear it anyway.
“You wanna see what I can do to that pretty pussy?”
Sanaa shifted where she stood. Her hips rocked forward a little, like her body needed to move, needed to do something about the ache pooling in her core. She bit her lip, then nodded once—then again, slower, “Yes.”
Erik’s voice dipped lower, rougher now, dragging the words out like he wanted her to feel each one between her legs, “Want me to open you up?”
Sanaa’s back arched slightly, nipples hard as diamonds beneath her shirt, brushing against the fabric with every breath she took.
“You ain’t scared it’s gon’ be too much?”
She tilted her head the tiniest bit, tongue resting in the corner of her mouth, her expression hazy and thick with heat. Her lashes fluttered as her gaze dropped, then lifted back to his, “Mmm mmm.”
His eyebrow arched, “What’s mmm mmm?” he asked, smile deepening with a hint of threat, “I don’t know what that is. Words.”
Sanaa blinked slow, eyes low, lips wet, “No, daddy.”
Erik’s jaw twitched. He bit down on his bottom lip, those gold slugs gleaming just behind it, nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled through his nose. Her calling him that—soft, sweet, no hesitation—sent a pulse straight to his dick. She dripping, trembling, got her mouth half-open like she’d been fucked already.
“Oh,” he said, voice rough and low, “Shit…so you ain’t scared then?”
The way she said it? Soft but certain. Sticky sweet like syrup down the back of his throat. Her pupils were blown wide, lips kiss-swollen, and the front of her panties now damn near ruined—wet enough she’d have to peel them off. Erik pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek and bit down on his lip again, hard this time, fighting the urge to devour her right then and there. She was ready. He could see it in the glassy look in her eyes. He could smell it between them. Could feel it in the heat she was radiating off her skin like steam rising from a kettle.
All this?
Just from his voice.
Erik’s fingers hooked in the hem of her shirt. Slow. Intentional. He lifted it just high enough to expose the waistband of her panties—black, flesh-hugging, soaked straight through in the center. His eyes lingered. He just looked. Took his time like a man admiring something he already knew he was about to own.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, “Got this lil’ pussy cryin’. She know who it belong to.”
Sanaa’s tied to ease the ache, squirming, but it only made it worse.
“Uh uh,” he said, nudging her thighs apart with just the press of his knee between hers, “Don’t hide that shit. Lemme see what I did.”
She didn’t move away. Her body didn’t resist. She let him part her legs, just slightly, standing in front of him like a girl about to be unwrapped.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, voice thick, “I’m gon’ stretch you, Sanaa. Real slow. Real deep. Make sure this tight lil’ pussy remember me.”
She whimpered. Actually whimpered. It spilled out unplanned, soft and sweet, like her body responded before she could stop it.
Erik grinned against her jaw, grazing her skin with the tips of his teeth. “Yeah,” he drawled, “you gone learn tonight.”
Then he stepped back just a little. He ran his thumb over one hard nipple slowly, watching the way her lips parted like it shocked her, how her hips tilted like her pussy was clenching again.
“You this sensitive?” he asked, low and amused, “Wait til’ I taste this pussy. You gon’ melt when I do.”
Sanaa nodded, lips glossy, voice barely a whisper, “Please…”
He smirked, eyes still locked on her, “Please what?”
She swallowed, “T-Touch me…”
Erik’s head tilted, tongue dragging slow across his bottom lip, “Where you want me to touch you, baby?”
Sanaa’s lips quivered. Her body leaned into his like she couldn’t hold herself upright anymore.
“My pussy,” she whispered, followed by a soft whine.
“Mmm.” He let out a low hum, eyes never leaving hers, “Say it louder. I need to know you mean that shit.”
She hesitated, only for a second. Then she looked him dead in the eye and said it again—this time stronger. Hungrier.
“Touch my pussy, daddy.”
His hand was on her before she finished the word. One broad palm slid down the front of her panties, cupping her through the soaked fabric. Warm. Heavy. In charge. His fingers pressed in, just enough to feel the heat, the pulse, the mess she’d made. He groaned low in his throat.
“Goddamn, girl…you wet like I already been in it.”
Sanaa’s eyes fluttered.
He slid a finger beneath the waistband, dipped in slow and deep until he touched her bare. Wet and slick. His finger slid through the mess she’d made, knuckle deep, and her mouth dropped open in a silent cry.
“There it go,” Erik rasped, “Told you I was gon’ open you up.”
Sanaa whimpered again, thighs shaking, her body trying to close around his hand, but he held her still. His finger worked deeper, curved just right, and her back arched, hands gripping his forearms like she needed to hold onto something solid.
“You feel that?” he said, voice thick, “That stretch?”
She nodded fast, moaning through clenched teeth.
“Don’t run,” he warned, voice a deep growl, “I’m not even two fingers in. I’m just warmin’ you up.”
Sanaa was panting now. Sweating. Dripping, “Erik…”
He kissed her neck. Then sucked it. Let his teeth graze her skin as he slid another finger inside.
She gasped, loud this time.
He smiled, “There she go.”
Her body jerked. She was clenching around his fingers, wetness coating his palm now, and Erik just kept working them in slow, deep strokes. It was pressure and rhythm and filth.
“You said teach you how to take it, right?”
She nodded, desperate, whimpering.
“Say it again,” he growled in her ear, thumb now circling her clit slow.
“Teach me, daddy,” she cried, voice shaking. “Please—show me how to take it.”
“Oh I’ma show your greedy ass. And you bet not forget a single stroke.” He pulled his fingers out, soaked and shining, then brought them to her lips, “Taste what I do to you.”
She didn’t even hesitate. Mouth opened. Tongue out. She sucked his fingers clean while moaning, eyes rolling back just a little from the taste. Erik’s dick jumped hard in his sweats.
“Yeah,” he whispered, voice low as hell, “You mine now.”
Sanaa whimpered.
Erik’s dick brushed her belly through his joggers, thick and heavy, and her breath hitched on impact. She felt it, hot through the cotton, thick enough to make her blink slow and look down. The print was obscene. Long, fat, with the kind of weight that made her thighs tense again. Her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth like instinct, lips parting on a shaky breath. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Erik saw the way she looked. The way her gaze dropped and stayed there.
“Go ‘head, miss greedy. Rub me.”
Sanaa’s hand moved on its own. She brought it down between them and pressed her palm against the thick ridge stretching his joggers.
The heat met her first.
It was warm through the fabric—almost hot—and stiff as hell. Thick. Her fingers trembled when they brushed the full weight of it. Not just long but wide, heavy, meaty in a way she wasn’t used to. It curved slightly to the left from being trapped and she could feel the exact shape of it pressing into her palm even through the joggers. Her whole hand didn’t wrap around it at first. She had to adjust her grip, slide her palm across the length of it and back again.
“Shit…” she moaned.
She hadn’t meant to say it. But it slipped out anyway, whispered under her breath as her fingers stroked over the bulge again. She applied more pressure. Felt it throb in response. The whole thing jumped against her hand and she froze for a second, thighs clenching, her pussy clenching too. Sanaa stared, mesmerized. Watching the way her fingers moved over the thick ridge, seeing the way it swelled, how the head of it sat high and proud against the front of his joggers. That tip had a little dent where the fabric gave in, already damp from the precum leaking steady beneath. She gave a slow stroke up, then back down, palm flat. Then she did it again, this time wrapping her fingers just a little, rubbing it like she was warming it up. The way it twitched told her everything. That dick was alive. Pulsing in her grip. Hard as hell and still growing.
“This dick big as fuck…” she whispered, eyes wide, lips parted.
Erik grinned, head tilting just enough to let her see the glint of gold across his teeth, “Uh-huh,” he said, deep and smug, chest rising slow, “And that’s before I even pull it out.”
Sanaa just kept rubbing. Her thumb traced the vein she could feel through the fabric. Her fingers closed tighter, sliding down toward the base. He was thick all the way through. No taper. No mercy. The feel of him in her hand was almost too much. Panties growing uncomfortable and sticky against her folds. Every slow drag of her hand across him made her clench tighter, made her want more. Her body reacted on instinct, hips shifting, breath catching.
She wanted to see it. Needed to see it.
She let her fingers linger low, pressing just under the head. The wet spot was bigger now. She felt it with her thumb and let out a soft breath.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
Erik watched her, eyes dark with amusement, “That wetness yours or mine?”
She blinked. Looked up at him with that same dazed heat in her eyes.
“Both,” she said, almost too quiet.
That made him smile harder. He reached down and gripped the waistband of his joggers, “You wanna see what you been rubbing on?”
Sanaa nodded, hand still holding him.
“Say it,” he said, “Ask for it like a good girl.”
She hesitated only a second, then licked her lips, “Lemme see your dick, daddy.” She damn near begged, slightly tugging downward on his length.
He dragged his joggers down halfway low enough to free the monster she’d been teasing.
And there it was.
It dropped out, heavy and thick, no underwear in the way. Thick at the base, even thicker near the middle, and the head was fat and flushed dark with blood. A glistening bead sat right at the tip.
Sanaa’s breath caught in her throat.
It was the kind of dick that made you pause. Long and pretty, veins rising along the sides like a roadmap for the way he was about to rearrange her guts.
She stared. Couldn’t look away.
“You still greedy?” Erik asked, Brow arched. Lips slightly parted and gold slugs peaking.
Sanaa nodded slowly. Her hand moved again, fingers wrapping around him bare this time. The difference was insane. She felt the skin glide under her palm. The heat of it. The throb. She gave one slow stroke down and felt the weight pull. Another stroke up. Her thumb swiped the leaking tip. His whole body flexed.
“You sure?” he asked again, eyes steady on hers, “Cuz once I put this dick in you, you not gon’ be the same.”
Sanaa moaned, low and desperate, “I don’t wanna be the same…”
Erik grinned, “Say less.”
Erik brought his hand up and wrapped it around the side of her neck. His palm was warm against her throat, thumb resting right beneath her jaw, fingers spread behind her ear, holding her still. Sanaa’s breath hitched when he leaned in close, his face inches from hers. So close she could feel the heat of his breath, the slow drag of it over her mouth. His nose brushed hers—once, then again—and she let her eyes flutter closed. His lips hovered over hers, soft but never touching. The anticipation made her knees weak,
“Breathe,” he whispered.
She did. Shaky and shallow.
Their mouths finally touched—barely. A soft graze. A tease. Sanaa’s lips parted with a soft gasp. Her body leaned into him more, anticipating the connection. He held her there, right on the edge, the tension sharp enough to snap. Then—slow—he stuck his tongue out and dragged it across her lips. Just once. Just enough to make her moan. The sound came from her gut. A low, feminine ache slipping past her throat like her body couldn’t keep it in.
Erik chuckled low. The sound rumbled between them. His thumb lifted slightly, tilting her chin, “Open.”
That one word held weight. It rolled off his tongue like a command.
And she obeyed.
Her lips parted, her mouth pliant and waiting. She just gave herself to it—whatever this was. The gravity between them. The way it pulled. Erik’s lips met hers in full this time. Hot and slow. Tongue first, pushing past the seam of her lips, tasting her, pulling her under.
Sanaa melted.
Her mouth opened wider to meet his. Their tongues met in the middle—slick and slow, sliding over each other like silk. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world, like he was determined to make her feel every second of it. Their lips smacked softly in the quiet of the hall. A slow grind. Deep pulls of breath between them. Sanaa’s hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his tank top. Her head tilted to the side, and Erik followed her movement, adjusting the angle like they were dancing.
Because that’s what it felt like.
A dance.
Their mouths moved like partners—tilting, swaying, deepening. Every time they came up for air, they went right back in. Lips brushing, then sealing. Tongues swiping, teasing, pressing. His hand never left her throat. His thumb stroked slow under her chin while his other hand slid down her waist and pulled her closer. Her body molded against him now. She kissed him like she’d been waiting years for it. He tasted like power and something a little risky. Sanaa moaned again, louder this time. Erik swallowed it. Kissed her harder. He deepened the kiss, sucked her bottom lip, then dragged his tongue along it again. Her knees buckled, and he caught her with a firm hand around her waist.
“Uh uh,” he whispered into her mouth, “I got you.”
He kissed her again before she could answer. Tongue diving, then pulling back, then diving again. He kissed her like he was mapping her, like her mouth had secrets only he could read. Every soft moan, every tremble, every breath she took, she gave it to him. Their foreheads touched for a moment when they finally broke the kiss, breath mingling, lips still brushing.
Neither of them spoke. The kiss said it all. Sanaa couldn’t breathe right.
Her lips were swollen from the kiss. Her chest heaved in soft, shallow bursts. She tried to steady herself, tried to blink the haze away, but her body betrayed her. Her hands trembled. Her knees? Useless. She was trying to keep it together, but the pressure between her legs was unbearable now. It throbbed—hot, slick, begging. And she ain’t even had the dick yet. Her pussy already felt like she’d been touched and worked over and left wet and needy for more. She took a step back, hoping it would help her catch herself, but that only brought her closer to the wall and Erik followed. Didn’t even give her space to speak. He saw her trying to breathe through it. Saw her lips twitching like she wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words out. His gaze dipped to her chest, watching the rise and fall. Then back to her lips. His jaw ticked.
That was all the warning she got.
Suddenly, Erik’s arms were around her, solid and sure. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, gripping her thighs and hoisted her clean off the ground.
All muscle. All power.
He handled her like his arms were made for it. Because he’d been waiting for the moment he could lift her, press her against something, and kiss her breath away again. Sanaa gasped, arms wrapping around his shoulders on instinct. Her legs spread and clung around his waist, locking behind him.
“Erik—”
She barely got the name out before his mouth crashed back into hers.
This kiss wasn’t gentle.
This one was hungry.
Messy.
Hot.
Lips sliding, tongues dancing, breath stealing. He kissed her like he was feeding off her. He needed the taste of her just to breathe. Her back slammed gently against the door to her bedroom. The sudden jolt made her moan against his mouth. He gripped her tighter. One hand under her thigh, the other sliding up her back to hold the back of her head as he kissed her deeper. Tongues tangled. Lips smacked. She was losing track of where her body ended and his began. Her pussy pulsed hard behind her panties, slick and ready, soaking through the fabric and no doubt pressing into the front of his joggers. She was riding that line between need and madness now, whimpering into his mouth, clinging to him like she couldn’t get close enough.
His voice broke through the kiss in pieces, heavy against her lips, “You tryna hold it together?” he asked, his mouth brushing hers, breath hot.
Sanaa nodded against him, then shook her head, then nodded again. She didn’t know. Her brain was gone. He kissed her again. A deep, slow drag of tongue that made her stomach flip and her toes curl behind his back.
“Nah,” he breathed, “Don’t fight it. Let that shit go.”
Erik grinded against her as he said it. Letting her feel every inch of that heavy dick pressed against the throb between her legs. Sanaa moaned into his mouth again. Her legs tightened around him like a vice. She tried to hold back, tried to stay quiet, but it was impossible. He kissed her again and again and again, each time deeper, messier, wetter. Their mouths didn’t separate for more than a second. They kissed like they were possessed. Both starving and just found their first meal. The door behind her rattled. Her bedroom. She reached back blindly and fumbled for the handle. Erik chuckled against her lips, still kissing her, and grinding that big dick against her soaked core through their clothes.
“Go ‘head,” he said, dragging his lips down her jaw, “Open that door and show me where I’m ‘bout to fuck your lil’ ass up.”
Sanaa’s fingers shook as they found the handle.
Click.
The door swung open behind her. And Erik walked them in. Still holding her and kissing her like he owned every breath in her lungs.
He didn’t slam it.
He cracked it. Left it open just enough. He wanted the night to hear what was about to happen. He needed the air to move around them, carry the scent of her arousal into the walls. Sanaa’s back hit the bed gently as he laid her down. His hands lingered, holding her there for a second, palms wide on her thighs like he wasn’t ready to let go. Her chest rose, lips plump from all the kissing, her body twitching beneath him like it didn’t know what to do with itself.
She was breathless. Eyes glassy. Skin hot.
“Damn…” she whispered, blinking slow.
Erik stood over her, tall and dark in the shadows of her room, chest rising as he took in the sight of her laid out like that—hair fanned against the pillow, shirt tugged up just enough to show a strip of brown stomach, panties sticking to her soaked pussy like a second skin. He licked his bottom lip and shook his head once. Then he stepped between her legs.
She opened for him without thinking.
He reached down and grabbed her calves, both hands gripping firm, thumbs brushing over the curve of her legs. Then his hands slid lower—one to her ankle, the other to her foot. He lifted her legs gently. Set one foot on his chest. The other he held in his hand, thumbing the arch slow while watching her.
Then he kissed her ankle.
Once.
Then again.
And on the third kiss, he looked down at her and spoke.
“Why you play in your pussy and not ask for help?”
The question hit like a thud in her chest.
Sanaa’s breath caught. Her ankle twitched in his hand and her toes curled against his abs. She gave a soft smile, trying to hide the way her pussy felt like it had a heartbeat of its own.
“How would you have helped?” she asked, voice low, teasing.
Erik leaned forward, bending her legs back as he closed the space between them. His mouth hovered near hers. He spoke it, voice dragging like it was made to melt her.
“I would’ve instructed you on how to stroke it…what toy to use…how to make yourself cum.” His lips brushed hers on the last word, then trailed down to her jaw, “And when you were done?” he whispered, “I would’ve cleaned up the mess with my tongue.”
Sanaa whimpered, mouth falling open. Her hips lifted slightly, grinding up without her even meaning to. Her panties clung to her like a wet towel and Erik could feel it—smell it. It had him rock hard, that big, fat dick of his pressing heavy against the damp cotton at her center. He leaned down between her legs, thighs spreading wide around his hips as he kissed her again. Deeper this time. Sloppier. His body settled against hers. That heavy dick dragging up against her slit, the pressure making her moan into his mouth.
Sanaa arched up into it.
She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in, her hands sliding everywhere. Over his arms—thick, veiny, strong. Over his chest—broad and warm beneath his fitted tee. Up the back of his neck—fingers slipping under his locs, rubbing slow at the base of his scalp.
“I love your body,” she said it like a confession.
Erik pulled back just enough to look down at her.
That look he gave? Made her clit jump.
He cocked his head slightly, smiling like he knew he had her trembling and couldn’t wait to make it worse.
“What you love about it, baby girl?”
Sanaa sat up, chest pressed to his, legs still parted wide around his hips. Her hands traced the dip between his pecs, then slid across his chest—her nails soft against his tank, then down to his waist. She reached beneath the fabric and slowly lifted it up, revealing the warm brown muscle beneath, the ridges of his abs, the sharp taper of his V-line. She pulled the tank over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Then she touched him again.
This time with both hands, tracing the scars that ran across his torso and arms. Her fingers moved gentle over them, no hesitation. She looked up at him the whole time—eyes low-lidded, mouth parted, her voice still that sexy hush that wrapped around him all velvety smooth.
“I love the way you move,” she said, “How strong you are. How your arms feel when you carry me.” Her palm slid across his shoulder, then down his side, “I love your scars…they feel like stories.”
Erik swallowed, jaw flexing.
Then she leaned up and kissed one of the scars near his ribs. Her lips lingered, “And I love how dangerous you are.” Her eyes rose to meet his again. Slow. Steady. Full of something that made his dick twitch between her legs, “You don’t talk much. But I can feel it…all that heat underneath.”
Erik’s breath caught in his throat. His adam’s apple bobbed.
Sanaa tilted her head, voice even softer now. Sultry. Laced in that siren energy that made men forget who they were, “You’re the kind of man who ruins a woman right. That’s why I wanted you. Why I touched myself thinking about it. Why I waited for you to make the first move.” She leaned in close, lips brushing his, “You feel like danger,” she whispered, “And I wanna feel all of it.”
Erik’s hand wrapped around the side of her neck again. Gripped it firm, thumb brushing her jaw. He kissed her. Hard this time. Hungry again. Their bodies pressed close. That thick dick grinding right against her clit through the soaked barrier of her panties. Her back arched, moaning into his mouth.
Erik pulled back for just a second. His voice dropped, “You sure, princess?”
Sanaa smiled. And said the only word he needed to hear, “Fuck yes.”
Erik kissed her like he was claiming breath from her lungs, then finally pulled back just enough to look down at her. Sanaa lay beneath him on the bed, chest rising, lips wet, eyes heavy with that quiet hunger that made him lose focus. He placed one palm flat on her stomach. Firm. Commanding.
“Take this off,” he said quietly.
But he did it for her.
His fingers hooked into the hem of her shirt. He didn’t yank it. He lifted it slow, letting the fabric drag over her skin, letting the cool air kiss each inch that he revealed. Her stomach tensed. Her nipples hardened before he even reached them. The shirt rose up to her ribs. He leaned in and kissed the exposed skin there, soft at first, then deeper. His mouth trailed across her side, right beneath her breast. She gasped as he nipped lightly, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
He lifted the shirt higher. Her breasts spilled free.
Erik froze.
His eyes darkened, scanning every curve, every soft rise, every warm brown inch of her. He touched one breast with his fingertips, tracing the slope from the top down to her nipple. The touch was light but it woke something deep in her belly.
He brought his mouth down.
He sucked her nipple slow, drawing it between his lips. His tongue circled it. Pressure first, then a gentle pull. It made Sanaa arch, a tight breath escaping her throat. Her hands gripped his arms, fingers digging, nails dragging. Erik switched to the other nipple. He teased it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked harder. Sanaa whimpered, her thighs rubbing together, trying to calm the throb between them. He peeled the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it aside. Then he looked at her body fully. Stretched on her bed. Glowing. Breathing fast. Ready for whatever he wanted. He slid down her body and kissed her collarbone. Then her shoulder. Then the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. His lips lingered there, sucking gently until her breath hitched. His mouth lowered again, kissing down the center of her chest. He kissed under her breasts, along the edge of her ribs. Then he moved to her stomach. He kissed the top of it. Then the center. Then lower. His lips were warm and full against her skin. The glide of his mouth made her toes curl.
He dipped his tongue into her navel.
Sanaa moaned. A soft little sound she couldn’t hold back. Her fingers slid into his locs, gripping the thick, twisted cords, rubbing his scalp as he continued moving downward. Erik kissed the soft flesh just above her panties. His breath brushed the damp cotton, and she shivered. He kissed the left hip. Then the right. Then the inside of her left thigh. He didn’t just kiss her thighs. He worshiped them with his mouth. He opened her legs wider and kissed slowly, all the way down to her knee, then back up, tracing the line of her inner thigh with the flat of his tongue. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. He looked up at her, saw her chest rising sharp and quick, saw her lip caught between her teeth.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I see how bad you want it.”
He kissed the right thigh the same way. Long, wet, dragging kisses that made her hips jump. Her hands tightened in his locs. She tugged at the roots. Scraped his scalp lightly with her nails. He groaned into her skin. When he lifted his head, his mouth was inches from her center. He pressed his face there, right against her pussy through the fabric.
And inhaled deep like he wanted her scent in his lungs. Sanaa let out a broken sound, her hips rising into his face, needing more contact.
“Smell so damn sweet,” he said against her. His warm breath spread through the soaked cotton, “you been wet long enough. Marinated long enough,” He chuckled softly.
She moaned again, fingers tightening in his locs.
Erik hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, “Lift your hips.”
She obeyed instantly. Like her body was wired to follow directions.
He pulled the panties down slow. Painfully slow. The fabric peeled away from her pussy, sticking slightly from how wet she was, stretching, then snapping free.
He froze.
The panties stayed between his fingers, hanging useless, because he could not look away from what he saw. Her pussy glistened in the low light. Warm brown lips full and soft. Slightly parted from how swollen she was. Her inner lips peeked out, darker, slick with clear arousal. A drop fell as he watched. Another followed behind it, sliding down toward the curve of her ass.
He raised his brows, “Goddamn.”
His voice was low. Rough. Real.
Her pussy looked tender and inviting. Puffy with heat. Shiny and wet. Beautiful in a way that pulled his breath straight from him.
He looked up at her before he spoke, “You this wet for me?”
Sanaa nodded, eyes glossy. He let the panties fall to the floor. Erik slid his hands under the backs of her thighs and lifted them, opening her wider, exposing everything.
He stared.
Then he spoke it, “This the prettiest pussy I ever seen.” His voice dropped lower, almost like he was confessing something he couldn’t hold, “Puffy. Look at how it’s glistenin.” He ran one finger along her outer lips, barely touching, watching the wetness coat his skin, “You stayin wet like this for me…” He shook his head. “I ain’t never seen nothin’ drip like this.”
He pressed two fingers to her entrance. Her pussy opened for him.
Stretching.
Welcoming.
Sanaa gasped.
Erik licked his lips, “Yeah,” he whispered, “You perfect. A nigga could lose his mind between these legs.” He lowered his head until his mouth hovered right above her center, “Spread yourself for me, baby,” he said, “Lemme see you open.”
Sanaa’s hands trembled as she reached down and parted herself.
Erik inhaled again.
Then his tongue slowly descended.
Erik lowered his head and let the tip of his tongue barely touch her. One flick. Right over the top of her clit. Not a lick. A wet flick. A warm, precise, taunting stroke that sent a sharp jolt through her hips. Sanaa gasped, thighs twitching. Her back arched off the bed just enough to chase more contact, but Erik pulled back.
Just like that.
He bit his lip and sat back on his heels, eyes glued to her pussy like it was his favorite thing he’d ever seen.
And honestly? It might’ve been.
That drip…fuck...
It slid from her again. Clear. A warm, sweet string of arousal that leaked from her swollen folds and shined in the low light like melted sugar. He reached up, scrubbed a hand down his beard, jaw tight, eyes heavy with lust. His lips parted slightly, tongue peeking out to taste the last of her off his mouth.
Then he exhaled, real low, “Shit.”
His voice had that Oakland weight to it now—gritty, smooth, full of bass and control. He leaned in just enough to speak against her slick lips, breath hot and filthy.
“How you touch this pretty pussy, baby?”
Sanaa didn’t speak at first. She didn’t need to.
Her hands moved down between her thighs, slow and deliberate. French-tipped nails—soft pink, perfectly shaped—grazed her inner thighs first. Then she reached lower and spread herself open again.
Her fingers were glossy within seconds.
She slid two over her clit in slow, small circles, eyes never leaving Erik’s. Her head tilted slightly to the side, mouth open just enough to breathe. She rested on her elbows, legs bent, toes curled. Her body moved with the rhythm of her own fingers. Gentle rolls of her hips, each one drawing a soft sound from her throat. Needy. Angelic.
“You watching?” she whispered, voice sticky with heat.
Erik’s jaw clenched. His eyes stayed on her hand. The way her fingers moved, the way she pulled her folds apart, then spread the wetness down and circled again for a slicker glide. It was a performance, but not for applause.
It was for him. All for him. Fot thr man she'd daydreamed would see her spread open and waiting. wanting. Like she was his ultimate present.
“Mmm,” he growled low, “That’s it. Rub on that clit, greedy girl.”
Sanaa moaned.
She tilted her hips again, her fingers stroking tighter circles now, teasing the peak, pressing into it like she needed to cum from just that alone. Her thighs trembled slightly. Her breaths came quicker; faster.
“There you go…” Erik said, voice full of grit, “Make that pussy feel good.”
Her brows pinched like she was already close. Her other hand came up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple, lips parting in a breathy moan. Eyelids fluttering soft.
“Look at your fine ass…” he said, licking his lips slow, “This what you do when you think about me?”
She nodded, eyes hazy, locked on his like she was drunk off lust. Her fingers never stopped moving.
“Yeah, you be playin in that pussy, huh?” Erik grinned, watching her squirm, “All quiet in the house, rubbin on that clit thinkin’ bout this big dick?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned, rolling her hips again.
He leaned in slightly, close enough to feel the heat off her, “Show me more then ,” he said, “Spread that fuckin' mess. Let me see how wet you stay for me.”
Sanaa’s fingers dipped down, slid through her folds, then up again. The shine on her hand was ridiculous.
“Good girl,” Erik praised, voice heavier now, “Good girllll…yeah, that’s it. That's it good girl...mmm...”
His eyes dropped back down to her center, lips parted. He dragged a hand over his mouth again like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His tongue peeked out and ran across the edge of his lip.
“Goddamn.”
She was dripping. Actively. Wetness gliding over her fingers. Gliding over her folds. Thick, warm, glistening. Her pussy looked edible. Fat, warm brown lips parting just enough to reveal the deeper blush of her inner folds. Everything was glossy. Her clit was peeking, swollen, begging for more pressure. Her fingers spread her open again, and Erik let out a groan from deep in his chest.
“You got the prettiest fuckin pussy I ever seen, girl.” He shook his head again, breathing heavy, “I’m talkin’…this shit got character to it” He reached out and pressed two fingers gently against her thigh, steadying himself like he needed to ground his body before he lost it, “Pussy got some memory. I can tell. won't ever forget this”
Sanaa’s breathing turned shaky, her lips parting again as she kept rubbing soft and slow.
“You tryna make me eat it or what, huh?” he asked, voice all gravel and temptation.
She nodded, biting her lip.
He smirked, “Nah,” he said, “You ain’t askin’ right. What I tell you ‘bout that? open your mouth”
Sanaa locked eyes with him, still rubbing, voice barely there, “Eat it, Daddy. Please eat it...”
Erik’s face changed.
Sanaa’s fingers were still glistening when she pulled them from between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air now—sweet and warm, dripping with heavy lust, the kind of wet-wet that left streaks on her inner thighs and sticky glimmers on her skin.
Erik didn’t even have to ask.
She raised her hand to his mouth, still leaned back on her elbows, hair falling over her shoulder in that silk-pressed curtain that framed her face just right. Her lips parted, teeth catching the corner of her bottom lip. That quiet freak energy wrapped around her like perfume. No theatrics. Just power. And that power was real.
She held her fingers out to him. Shiny. Wet. Beautiful.
“Come get it,” she whispered softly.
Erik leaned forward, gaze locked on hers. His mouth opened slow. He pulled two of her fingers between his lips and sucked.
His tongue glided between the pads of her fingers, tasting the mess she made for him. He moaned low—barely audible but heavy with need—and closed his eyes for a second like it was better than anything he’d ever had on his tongue.
“Shit,” he spoke with a low rasp under his breath when her fingers slipped free.
Sanaa just smiled. Bit her lip again. Her legs spread wider. She lay back, still propped up on her elbows, legs bent at the knees. Her pussy glistened like a flower blooming in sunlight—folds soft and full, parted just enough to show off the glossy blush of her inner lips. It looked kissed already. Sticky and warm. Nectar pooling and dripping down like a puddle.
Erik slid down the bed and settled between her legs.
He didn’t dive in. He had a routine. A rhythm. A way he did this that couldn’t be rushed. He didn’t eat pussy like a boy still trying to impress. He ate it like he knew the power of it—how to control it, how to command it, how to unlock the kind of orgasm that rewired a woman’s brain. The shit was an art form.
He started with kisses.
Not just kisses—ticklish kisses. Featherlight. Barely there. The type of kiss that made goosebumps rise over your skin. The first one landed just above her clit. Not on it. The next? Just to the side. Then another on her inner thigh. Then right at the curve of her folds. His lips moved like he was tracing the shape of her pussy with his mouth. Each kiss sent sharp little sparks dancing down her thighs, curling into her toes.
Sanaa gasped. Then whimpered. Her thighs jerked, “Baby…” she moaned out.
Erik smirked against her skin. He kissed her clit next. Not a suck. Not even pressure. Just a warm, slow peck.
Then another. Slower.
Sanaa’s stomach clenched. Her elbows dug into the mattress, trying to keep her grounded.
Then came the licks.
His tongue flattened and dragged upward, slow and wide, collecting every drop of wetness from the bottom of her slit to the tip of her clit. He tasted her like he’d been waiting months. The sound of his tongue sliding through her folds was filthy. He ain't wanna miss a drop.
And she was soaked. Dripping wet. It didn’t matter how much he licked—there was more. Every time his tongue made contact, a new stream coated her lips. It was like her pussy was responding to him directly. Like it knew he was worthy and wanted to give him everything. Her folds opened more under his tongue. Swollen. Shiny. Beautiful. Like butterfly wings slick with nectar. Erik couldn't believe how good she tasted.
He pulled back for a second just to look. Licked his lips slow, “Fuck…”
Then he leaned in again. He parted her with his thumbs, exposing the soft pink flesh beneath. Then he sucked.
Soft. Tight. Right on the clit.
Sanaa’s entire body twitched. Her hips tilted off the bed like she was trying to get more of it—trying to grind into his face.
“Unh…” she moaned, voice all air and ache.
Erik held her thighs steady. Gave another slow, wet suck.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, voice low and gritty, “When I suck you like that? Right on that clit?”
Sanaa’s lips curled into a half smile. She bit her bottom lip again, chest heaving, legs trembling, “Yes, daddy,” she said, soft and sexy, hips tilting toward his mouth.
He chuckled deep, “I could suck all this wet off you and it’ll just come right back, huh?”
Sanaa nodded. Licked her lips. Her voice was like silk, “Cuz you make my pussy so wet,” she whispered, “It’s crazy…”
Erik sucked again. Softer this time. Slower. The sound of it echoed in the room—wet, filthy, perfect.
“Ain’t gotta worry if this dick gon’ slide in,” he said against her clit, “You already know it is, don't you?”
“Mhm…” she breathed, hips rocking gentle now. Her hands gripped the sheets, fingers twitching.
He kissed her again. Licked again. Sucked again.
Real slow. Real patient.
He was edging her. Dragging her to the edge then pulling back. Letting her drip. Letting her cream. Letting her feel every bit of it until her thighs were shaking and her voice was catching in her damn throat.
He wasn’t in a rush. He was about to teach her what it really meant to be eaten. Cuz ain't no way she knew. And her body told on her.
Sanaa didn’t know how long he’d been eating her. It could’ve been minutes. Could’ve been forever. Time melted the second Erik laid his mouth on her pussy. And now she was shaking. Soft moans spilling from her lips like her breath couldn’t keep up. Her body was right there—right on the edge—but Erik refused to let her go over. Edging her until he was satisfied.
He kept switching it up.
One moment, he was sucking—slow, wet, focused right on the hood of her clit. Soft pulls that sent heat zipping down her thighs, into her spine. Then he’d pause. Lick along her folds like he was just tasting for fun, dragging his tongue flat from bottom to top, barely touching that swollen center. Then he’d pull back and let her feel that absence. That ache. That almost.
Sanaa was trembling.
Her thighs kept clenching. Her hips couldn’t stay still. Her clit was throbbing—tight and swollen and begging for pressure. But Erik wasn’t giving in.
She whimpered. Rolled her hips again. Tried to catch his mouth. He pulled back and looked up at her, lips glossy, beard wet. His locs brushed her thighs as he shook his head slightly, “Ain’t had it like this before,” he said, voice low, gravel thick in his throat, “Look at the way you feedin’ this pussy to me.”
Sanaa moaned again—long, high-pitched and helpless.
Erik’s voice dipped even deeper, teasing and demanding all at once, “Grab me by the hair and feed me then…since you wanna be so fuckin’ greedy, girl.”
Sanaa’s hands dove into his hair like it was instinct. Both palms spread across his scalp, fingers gripping thick locs and pulling him into her pussy with a desperation she couldn’t hide. She tilted her hips just right, parting her thighs wider, shifting her center until her clit was perfectly seated against his mouth.
Erik groaned into her. Deep. Primal.
Then he licked. Not just a flick. Not a tease. He dragged his tongue up her slit in one long, firm stroke, then did it again—steady pressure, no breaks, no games. His hands grabbed her thighs and held them in place while he worked. Mouth open, tongue flattened, licking her from the inside out.
Sanaa gasped.
Then she started to ride.
Little movements at first. Hips lifting, rocking slow against the line of his tongue. Erik let her. He kept his mouth open, his tongue steady, letting her rub that clit wherever she needed.
And when she started grinding harder? When that pussy dragged with more force?
He slurped. Wet. Loud. Nasty. He wrapped his lips around her clit mid-grind and sucked.
Sanaa cried out. Her back arched. Her thighs shook.
“Keep eating my pussy…” she whimpered, voice high and broken. Needy. Desperate.
Erik sucked again, messier this time. His beard was soaked. His jaw flexed with every pull of her slick folds into his mouth.
Sanaa whimpered again. Then whispered, “Couldn’t wait for you to put those lips on me…”
Her voice was soft. Shaky. Full of that quiet ache that only came when a woman was losing control. Erik groaned against her. The vibration made her hips jerk. Made her legs try to close around his head. Made her breath hitch.
He held her open. Firm. Kept licking. Kept sucking on everything he could. Kept pulling those breathy moans right out of her chest like he was making music from her body. Sanaa’s head fell back. Her moans didn’t stop now. They were continuous. Light and airy, one after the next, like she couldn’t catch her breath between the waves of pleasure.
Her toes curled. Her fingers twisted in his locs.
And then she felt it. That creaming feeling.
It didn’t crash into her like an orgasm. It crept. Slow and intense.
A slow roll of warmth that started deep inside and spread outward. Her pussy started leaking thicker. Wetter. The glide against his lips turned slippery and heavy. Her clit swelled even more, and the pressure built like a drumbeat in her lower belly. Her pussy fluttered. She felt herself cream. Her muscles felt as if they were locking. Warm and thick, coating his mouth, his tongue, her own thighs.
She was still being edged and held on the brink. But her body didn’t care. It started giving him everything anyway. Giving in.
Erik pulled back just an inch. Just enough to let the mess drip down. Then he looked up at her again, eyes half-lidded, full of heat, “You feel that, baby girl?” he asked, licking his lips slow, “You creamin’ for me, greedy girl?”
Sanaa moaned so loud it turned into a broken whimper. She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks from the intensity, “I need it…” she whispered. “Please.”
Erik’s lips curved into a slow, filthy smile. Then he lowered his mouth again, “Say less, lil’ mama.”
Sanaa’s body was trembling.
She had one fist tangled in Erik’s locs, the other gripping the sheet beside her like her life depended on it. Her thighs wouldn’t stay still—kept flexing, twitching, trying to close around his head. But he had her. One thick arm slung across her lower stomach, holding her down. The other? He slid his fingers in. Slow. Two of them. Thick fingers that stretched her out like a dick. Her pussy swallowed him easy, wetness dragging down his knuckles before he even got halfway. That first push had her moaning—soft and high, like it caught her off guard.
But then he curled them.
Just right.
His fingertips pressed deep against her front wall, slow, measured strokes that dragged across her most sensitive spot like he knew exactly where to touch. The angle. The pressure. The rhythm.
Sanaa choked on a moan. Her back arched. Her breath stuttered. Her thighs started shaking harder. Erik smirked against her skin. He licked her clit once. Then again. Then again.
And then sucked.
All while his fingers pumped deep, curling every time he pulled back, like he wanted to draw her orgasm out by hand. The sound between her legs was filthy.
Wet. Sloppy. Creamy.
Every stroke made that mess louder. Slick fingers gliding in and out, dragging her cream with them, strings of it clinging between his knuckles and her folds. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers like it was begging to be filled and stetched.
“Yeah,” Erik rasped, licking her clit again, “You hear that shit?”
Sanaa moaned long and cracked, like her breath gave out halfway through.
“You fuckin’ creamy, baby,” he whispered against her, “Drippin all on my hand.”
He sucked her clit again but slower this time. Then he curled his fingers harder.
Sanaa yelped.
The sound shot out of her throat, then dissolved into a breathy moan. Her eyes rolled, mouth falling open, lips slick with spit. She was losing it. She tried to speak. Tried to say his name. But all that came out were broken little whimpers and gasps. She bit her lip hard. Tried to focus. But she couldn’t. Not when his fingers were stroking that spot like a rhythm, a pattern, a pressure designed to ruin her and her only. Not when his mouth was glued to her clit, tongue flicking in circles, then flattening, then sucking her swollen bud while his fingers fucked her. Especially not when her pussy was making a mess all over his hand, his mouth, the bed beneath her.
She whimpered pathetically.
Erik chuckled, tongue teasing again, “Aww,” he cooed, “My baby can’t talk?”
Sanaa shook her head, tears in the corners of her eyes. He kept going. Fingers pumping, curling. Tongue licking.
Then his voice dropped into something darker, “Say you want it.”
She tried. Her lips moved. No sound.
Erik kissed her clit, then pressed deep with his fingers, “Uh uh…say it with your pussy then.”
Her body responded.
Hard.
She clenched so tight around his fingers it made his breath catch. Cream poured out around them, sticky and wet, dripping down her crack, smearing across his palm.
Erik groaned into her, “Shit, baby…this pussy talk better than your mouth. Ain't that some shit?”
She squealed. Eyes crossing. Legs jerking. She was stuck. Sanaa was right there. Right there. Her clit pulsed under his tongue. Her pussy clenched around his fingers like it was starving for release. Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking, her stomach was tight, her moans were high and strained, leaking out one after the next like she was breaking apart breath by breath.
And Erik knew it.
He felt it in the grip of her body. He felt it in the thick cream sliding down his hand, in the way her pussy clutched and fluttered, trying to force the nut out without permission. He pulled his mouth from her clit, let his breath run hot over it instead. His fingers didn’t stop moving—but they slowed. Deep curls now. Pressure. Precision. Just enough to make her lose her damn mind without pushing her over the edge.
“Open your mouth,” Erik said, voice low and sharp, “Tell me what you want.”
Sanaa whimpered. Eyes glossy, face twisted in agony. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She was shaking her head, trying to breathe, trying to speak—but her body was wrecked.
“You been wantin’ this, right?” he continued, fingers still stroking, “Been rubbin that pretty pussy thinkin’ about this tongue? This dick?”
Her lip trembled. Tears welled up and slipped down the sides of her face.
Erik kissed her clit again. Once. Real soft. Then he growled, “Open that mouth and say it. Closed mouths don't get fed.”
Sanaa’s breath hitched. Her hips jerked. She grabbed the sheets with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, trying to hold back the sob bubbling in her throat. But it was too much. Too much pressure. Too much edging. Erik saw her body start to seize, felt her cunt tighten hard around his fingers.
He stopped. Froze. And gave her a warning with a brow lifted.
“You push that nut out,” he said, deep and deliberate, “I’ma spank that ass.”
Sanaa whimpered again. A high-pitched sound full of pain and need. She clenched everything—legs, pussy, jaw—trying to fight it.
But she was desperate. So fucking close. She dropped her hand from her mouth and finally begged.
“Please,” she cried, voice cracking. “Please let me cum—please, Erik—Daddy—I need it—oh my God—I need it so bad—please don’t stop—please, I’ll be good—I’ll say whatever you want—just please…”
It came out all at once. Pathetic. Broken. Slurred through moans and sobs. Tears rolled down her cheeks now. Her mouth stayed open, shaking with every breath. She didn’t care how she sounded. She didn’t care how she looked.
She was begging for real.
Erik exhaled through his nose and leaned over her, voice low, close, thick with control, “Damn, mamas…” His fingers started moving again. Deeper. Slower. Curling right into that soft, soaked spot that had her clenching all over again, “I’m diggin in this pussy good, huh?”
Sanaa cried out—high and breathy. He slid back between her legs, kissed her clit softly while his fingers stroked slow and deep.
“That’s a good girl, That's my good little slut,” he whispered, tongue flicking her clit just enough to make her back arch, “Keep your legs open. Let me give you what you want.”
Her legs parted wider. Her hips tilted up. Her breath caught. And then...
“Cum for me,” Erik said.
And her whole body snapped. Her back arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry. Pussy clenching so hard around his fingers it pushed cream out in waves. Her thighs trembled. Her clit pulsed beneath his tongue. Her moans were messy, unfiltered—one long stream of
“ohmygodohmygodohmygod—Daddy—yes—fuck—yes—”
She came like her body couldn’t hold it anymore. Like the climax of an electric guitar.
Hard. Deep. Shaking. Her cream coated his fingers. Her pussy pulsed around them, wetness gushing, soaking his palm, the sheets, her thighs. And Erik just kept licking. Slow. Gentle. While she fell apart beneath him.
It was still happening. She was still cumming. Body shaking. Still losing herself in wave after wave of heat, pressure, release. Sanaa curled in on herself without meaning to—knees drawn in, arms folding across her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. But her body betrayed her. Her thighs trembled. Her feet flexed, pointed, curled again. Her back arched slightly, then trembled as it fell. Her hands opened and closed against the sheets. Her lip was quivering, bitten raw, and her eyes were squeezed shut like she was trying to survive something or remember it forever. Her moans had quieted. But her body was still screaming. Tears dried on her cheeks.
Erik didn’t say a word. He just looked at her. Looked down on her with an intensity so raw.
Looked at the way her legs twitched every time her pussy fluttered. Looked at the way her nipples stayed pebbled, trembling with the rise and fall of her breath. Looked at the tears streaking down her temples, the wild scatter of her silk press, her thighs glossy with cream, her lips parted but speechless. She looked ruined. Pretty. Small. Shaken. Like she had just been unlocked from the inside and didn’t know how to settle back into herself. Her pussy clenched around nothing, fluttering open and closed, messy with his saliva and her wetness, folds gleaming and tender.
Erik sat back on his heels. Silent. Watching. Breathing steady. His dick was so hard. Thick and pulsing and curved up in his joggers like it was ready to take what his mouth had primed. He didn’t even touch himself. He wanted to watch. He wanted to see what it looked like when his baby girl broke. When all that wet and all that cream came to the surface and shattered her. And he loved the way she tried to hide her face in the crook of her elbow. Cute. Real cute.
He reached forward and gently pulled her arm down, “Let me see you.”
She opened her eyes slowly. Glassy. Glowing. Doe eyed.
“Breathe,” he said.
She did. Barely. And Erik just watched her come back to earth. One breath at a time. He picked her up like she weighed nothing. All that slim-thick softness trembling in his hands, limp and light now that her body had been emptied out. Erik sat down at the edge of the bed and brought her with him, settling her in his lap, straddling him. Her legs draped over his thighs. Her bare, glossy pussy rested right against the thick ridge of his dick still straining inside his joggers. Sanaa’s arms hung loose around his shoulders. Her head leaned forward. She was still dazed. Trying to breathe. Her heart fluttered against his chest.
He kissed her, slow pecks to her lips. One. Another. Then another, right at the corner of her mouth. Big hands glided up and down her sides, from her waist to her thighs to her ass, grounding her. Stroking her like she was still coming down from a high and she was. Her skin was warm, flushed. Her mouth slightly parted. Her lashes fluttered low like she could barely keep her eyes open. She could hardly keep her head balanced.
“Catch your breath,” he said low, Another kiss, “Good girl…”
She inhaled like her lungs just started working again. Her eyes blinked open. Her mouth twitched into a hazy, breathy smile. Erik’s hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb stroking softly under her cheek.
“Wasn’t prepared for that, huh?” he said with that slick, knowing tone, “I know it. You ain't even gotta tell me.”
Sanaa whimpered in response. A breathy sound. Embarrassed. Wrecked. She shook her head just a little, but her body stayed slumped against his chest. Erik looked at her like he had every right to. Like she was his. Because he just unlocked something he knew nobody else had ever touched. He slid his thumb over her bottom lip and dragged it slow.
“What I tell you ‘bout all that tough talk?” he asked.
Sanaa didn't have the words. Her eyes were low. Lips swollen. Chest rising and falling with a shaky inhalation. Erik tilted her chin up just enough to make her look at him.
“Hmm?”
She blinked. Then finally, her lips curled, “…I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ else.”
He chuckled, low and deep, dimple's slightly peeking, “Yeah, aight.”
Then he kissed her again. But this one lingered. It was open mouths, warm tongues, his hand on the back of her head, holding her close. And when she moaned into his mouth, it was soft. Grateful. Weak. Like she was thanking him without saying a word. He could feel her pussy. Still blazing. The wet between her legs pressed right up against him. Bare pussy soft and creamy on the thick print of his dick through those joggers, still hard, still untouched. Erik didn’t move or grind up into her. He just held her in his lap and let her feel it. Let her sit right on it. One big hand cupped the back of her neck, thumb sliding slow along her nape. The other stroked down her spine, all the way to the small of her back. He kissed her again. Just lips brushing hers, lazy pecks, like he had nowhere to be but here.
Sanaa let out the quietest sigh.
Her body was still trembling a little. Her muscles tender. She was too sensitive. Her clit still tingled. She didn’t know if she could take more, but she wanted it, wanted him. She wanted to feel the weight of him inside her. And now the ache was growing again. She shifted in his lap. Just a little. Just enough to feel that pressure tease her slit. That thick ridge nudging her folds through the fabric. It made her pulse deep in her core. Her lashes fluttered. Her arms tightened faintly around his shoulders.
Erik smirked, “You tryna get it started again?” His voice was smooth, rich. Teasing.
Sanaa shook her head once, but it was a lie. The kind of soft, guilty lie that showed all over her face. She glanced down, like she couldn’t meet his eyes. Her lip was caught between her teeth again. Her thighs squeezed just slightly around him, embarrassed. Because she was dripping. Again. Wet all over his clothes. The mess between her legs was so obvious. Sticky, warm. And he ain't get in her pussy again.
He stroked her waist with both hands now. Then leaned in, nose brushing hers, “You just came, pretty girl,” he whispered, his lips hovering, “Body still shakin’…pussy still twitchin’…and you want more?"
Sanaa let out the smallest whimper.
He kissed the corner of her mouth again. His hands slid down to her hips. Held her there. Right above his dick. But didn’t let her grind. He just held her still.
“You want more, huh?”
She stayed quiet.
He tilted her head with his thumb under her chin.
“I said…you want more?”
Her eyes met his.
They were so pretty. Glazed. Her lips parted. Her voice was the quietest it had ever been.
“…yes.”
Erik grinned. That smug, deep grin like she just gave him the world. But he still didn’t move.
“You sure?” he asked, leaning in slow, lips brushing her cheek, “You was talkin’ all that big girl shit earlier. Got real quiet now.”
Sanaa let her head fall forward to hide against his neck. She nodded against him, lips pressed to his skin.
“Say it then,” he said, voice dropping. “Say what you want.”
She shook her head again, giggling soft in that breathless, bashful way. Too embarrassed to say it out loud.
He gripped her ass tighter.
“Open that pretty mouth and ask for it, baby.”
She lifted her face. Looked him dead in the eye, still shy, “I want it,” she whispered, “I want you.”
Erik leaned in closer, lips grazing hers. His hands slid up her back, fingertips teasing her skin, “You want this dick, huh?” he rasped.
Sanaa nodded. But that wasn’t enough.
He pulled back just enough to see her mouth move, “I wanna hear you say it. Say it like a good girl.”
She swallowed. Her voice was like syrup now. Sweet, needy, “Please, Erik…I want your dick.”
He kissed her once. Deep. Then pulled back and whispered against her lips.
“Good girl.”
By the time Erik pushed her back onto the bed, Sanaa was already shaking with need.
From the way his hands handled her like he’d been starving and she was the first real meal he’d seen in years. He slid her down the mattress until her ass was right at the edge, thighs spread wide. Her pussy was open and slick, lips swollen and shining, already overstimulated from what he’d done to her minutes before.
She had already came once. Twice. Lost count.
Hard.
Her body still buzzing from it. Legs weak. Core trembling. That aftershock warmth still rolling through her like heat trapped under skin.
And Erik wasn’t satisfied. He needed more.
He dropped to his knees slow, big body lowering between her legs like it belonged there. His hands grabbed her thighs, thick fingers digging in, scars catching the light as he spread her wider. He leaned in close, breath hot against her pussy, close enough that she could feel him smile without seeing it. His beard tickled her.
“Aww, this lil pussy still jumpin? You that fuckin needy, huh?” Voice low, lips wet, tongue already sliding again like he ain’t give a fuck about her being overstimulated, “I just made you nut, and you still twitchin like you ain’t had enough. Greedy girl... so greedy.”
His tongue flattened out and dragged up her slit, slow and thick, from bottom to top, collecting everything she had to give. Sanaa cried out, hips jumping forward on instinct.
He caught her.
Strong hands pinned her thighs back, folding her open even more, holding her exactly where he wanted her. His mouth went right back to work, tongue circling her clit, slow at first, then tighter, firmer, like he was drawing patterns just to see how loud he could make her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, fingers tangling in his locs.
He groaned into her pussy, the sound vibrating through her, making her thighs shake harder. He sucked her clit into his mouth, lips closing around it, tongue flicking fast now, mean and precise. Like he was mad at it. Like he was taking something out on her. Stealing her soul through her slippery tongue.
“You thought I was gon’ let shit slide?” he said against her, voice muffled, nasty, “After you had me hard like that? After you teased me? Like I wasn’t gon’ get you?”
She tried to pull away, the sensation too much, her body begging for mercy even while her pussy clenched around nothing.
He followed her. Stayed right there.
Kept his mouth locked on her, tongue deep, lips slick, sucking and slurping like he was trying to drain her. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her just enough to keep her right where he wanted her, sliding her closer to the edge when she tried to scoot back.
“Nope,” he said, calm as hell, “Where you goin? Didn't I say I was gon' get you?”
She sobbed, back arching, legs trembling in his grip. Her pussy throbbed, oversensitive, aching, begging for another release even though her body was still recovering from the last one.
“I’m tryin’—I’m tryna take it, I swear I am…” she cried.
“That’s fear talkin’. Pussy know better.” He tongued her like she owed him rent, “You started this. Now take what’s comin’.”
His tongue moved lower, dipping into her, licking her wet, greedy ass pussy like he was tasting her for the first time and the last time all at once. He ate her like he hadn’t had pussy in years, like he was trying to make up for lost time, mouth messy, sounds obscene, saliva mixing with her slick until everything was wet and loud.
Sanaa screamed.
Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling hard, but he didn’t budge. Flinch. Just tightened his grip on her thighs and kept going, scarred arms flexing as he held her open and helpless beneath his mouth.
“Still fuckin cryin. Still needy. That lil pussy talkin like she want another one. So I’ma give it to her.” he said, voice low and filthy.
Her pussy clenched hard, body betraying her again, another wave building too fast, too strong.
“Please,” she whimpered, barely a word, “P-P-Please…”
He smiled against her.
“That’s it,” he said, “Say it like that.”
Then he went back in, tongue ruthless, mouth full of her, sucking, licking, slurping like he was trying to pull her soul through her pussy. Her legs locked around his shoulders as she came again, harder this time, body going tight then loose, a broken sound tearing out of her chest.
He dragged it once through her slick, tasting her again like he wanted to remind her whose mouth this was. Sanaa gasped, a sharp sound tearing out of her chest as her hips levitated off the bed without permission.
Then he found her clit.
And that’s when she damn near lost her mind.
His tongue flicked over it precise. Strong. Controlled. Each stroke purposeful and full of intent, like he knew exactly how much pressure to use to make her unravel. He hit it again. Same spot. Same rhythm. Then switched it up just enough to keep her from getting used to it.
“Ooh, fuuuuck,” she cried, voice cracking, eyes squeezing shut.
He groaned low, mouth never leaving her. His tongue moved with gusto now, fast flicks followed by slow, heavy presses. He circled her clit tight, then flattened his tongue over it and dragged it back and forth with purpose, like he was trying to rub the sound out of her. Her legs shook hard in his grip, muscles trembling like they were about to give out.
“Ain’t even fuckin and you breakin. You sure you built for this?”
He sucked her clit into his mouth for half a second, just enough to make her yelp, then went right back to flicking it, tongue snapping over that little bundle of nerves with strength that made her whole body jolt. Sanaa sobbed, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, chest heaving, “I can’t take it,” she whined, hips rocking desperately into his mouth.
He didn’t let her move. His scarred arms locked her in place, palms pressing her thighs back, holding her open like this was exactly where she belonged. Every time she tried to squirm away, he followed her without missing a beat, tongue staying right on her clit like it was magnetized. Like it was glued to it.
“Nowhere to go,” he told her calmly, “You stay right here and feel this.”
His tongue worked her relentlessly. Flick. Flick. Slow press. Flick again. He switched the rhythm just when she thought she was about to explode, teasing her on purpose, keeping her right on the edge. The sensation was sharp and overwhelming, her clit pulsing under his mouth, begging for release even while it burned from how sensitive she was.
She cried openly now, soft broken sounds spilling out of her as her body shook beneath him, “Please,” she gasped. “Please, Erik.”
He groaned deep in his chest and went in harder, tongue moving faster, stronger, flicking her clit with strokes that made her vision blur. He licked her like he was angry at the time he’d gone without, like he was reclaiming something he’d already decided was his.
Her pussy clenched hard. Her back arched. Her cry turned loud as another orgasm ripped through her, body locking up, thighs shaking uncontrollably in his grip. Erik stayed right there on that spot, tongue still working her through it, jaw damn near locked, not letting up until she was completely undone, sobbing and shaking at the edge of the bed.
Her whole body was vibrating from the way he tore her up with that mouth. Sanaa had never been ate like that. Like he meant it and he was on a mission to take her apart and leave nothing behind but trembles and whimpers.
But it was what she saw next that really fucked her up.
Erik stood tall at the edge of the bed, his body carved like sin. Muscles tight. Scarred. Every inch of him looked like something designed to be feared and fucked. Deep ridges of healed wounds cut across his chest and abs, trailing down in chaotic beauty. His skin was rich—dark, smooth, gold-toned in places where the light caught him, that brown so pure it made her mouth water. A walked god.
And then he slid those damn sweats down.
Sanaa sat up fast, breath catching in her throat.
That dick…It was stupid.
Thick and long, heavy, the kind of dick that made you stop and blink just to make sure your eyes weren’t lying. The base was wide, sitting on a smooth trim of dark curls low cut, clean, just enough left to make it masculine. A faint scent of his skin, sweat, and that deep musk from his body hit her nose and made her clench all over again. The shaft was darker than the rest of him, with veins running up the sides, thick and raised, pulsing. He was hard. Rock hard. And the tip?
Sanaa damn near whimpered.
The head was plush, flushed deep burgundy, almost swollen from how hard he was. A thick drop of precum sat right at the tip, glistening, heavy, already threatening to spill down. That shit looked edible. Glossy. Beautiful. It curved just a little to the left, mean and perfect, the kind of dick you dreamed about but didn’t believe existed in real life. She was at eye level now. Kneeling on the bed, lips parted, dizzy from everything. Dizzy from the taste of herself still on her tongue. Dizzy from the fact that this dick—that big dick—was hers now. To play with. She couldn't be more excited.
Erik grinned down at her, lazy and cocky, his voice low, “Yeah?” he said, eyes locked on her, “You like this dick?”
Sanaa nodded, couldn’t even lie. Her mouth was already watering. He gripped the base with one hand and slapped the tip against his abs once, then let it drop—heavy—the weight of it alone made the air shift.
“Bigger in person, huh?” he smirked.
Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily.
“You want it?” he asked, “Come talk to it. Put it where it belong.”
She crawled closer, hands shaking, one rising to touch the thick base of him, fingers wrapping around but not quite meeting. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, lips parted.
He tilted his head, “Open that pretty mouth.”
She obeyed. Tongue out. He tapped the tip against her tongue once. Precum smeared on her lips, salty and warm, and her eyes fluttered.
“Good girl,” he said low, “You ready to learn?”
She nodded again, whimpering now.
“I’ma teach you how I like it sucked,” he said. “Take your time on my shit, girl. Slow.”
She wrapped her lips around the head, careful. Tucking her lips. The warmth of him filled her mouth, the size of it pushing her jaw wide already. Her tongue circled the crown, teasing the slit where he was still leaking. She moaned, loved how he tasted—clean, masculine, deep. She sucked slow, hollowing her cheeks, eyes fluttering shut as she took more in.
He groaned above her. A deep, rumbling sound from his chest, “Yeah… just like that,” he whispered, “There you go, baby. Suck it slow. Feel all of it.”
She eased down further, struggling a little with the stretch, but her hand stroked the base where her mouth couldn’t reach. Her spit dripped down the shaft already. She pulled off, let the head pop free with a wet sound, then licked up the underside, tongue tracing that vein like she was memorizing it.
Erik’s hand came down, gripped her head firm, “You want me to fuck your throat?” he asked, breath ragged, “Slow?”
She whimpered, nodding fast.
“You take this whole dick, I’ma lose my mind, Bri. I swear.”
She opened wide again, let him guide her back down, slower this time. Her lips stretched, jaw aching in the best way. He let her take control for a moment, let her find her rhythm—messy, wet, devoted—before he rocked his hips once, just a little, and her moan vibrated around him.
“Damn,” he hissed, “You tryna make me nut already?”
She looked up at him, eyes glassy, spit dripping from her chin. His dick slid out, covered in it.
He slapped it against her tongue again, “Keep goin’,” he growled, “I’m not done teachin’ you how to take me.”
She was takin’ her time with it.
Lips wrapped slow around the thick head of his dick, tongue moving like she was scared to miss a spot. Sanaa’s eyes fluttered open, big and glossy, locked right on his. She blinked up at him soft, all that pretty need showing in her face like she was trying to be good for him. Real good. Erik groaned low, hand resting heavy on her head, letting her work him.
Her lips popped off with a soft wet sound, a string of spit following before she wiped it away with her fingertips. She was breathing hard now. Mouth shiny. Face flushed. Then, like she was remembering something—something nasty—she whispered.
“Wait…”
He raised a brow, watching her crawl back toward the edge of the bed where her phone sat. The movement alone had his dick twitching again. She was down on her knees, just smooth brown skin, thighs glistening, and that pretty little pussy still wet and shining from how he ate her. Tits swaying softly with every breath, nipples tight. Hair hanging over one shoulder. That body? That body looked criminal. Like he should be arrested for the way he was about to fuck her face. She grabbed the phone and crawled back tantalizingly slow, hips swaying just enough to drive him out his mind. When she reached him, she sat back on her knees again, looking up at him like he was the only thing that mattered.
Her lip caught between her teeth. Her voice was sugar, “Can you record me?”
His head tilted, smile curling slow, eyes darker now, “You want me to put you on camera?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
Sanaa gave a breathy little laugh, nervous and nasty at the same time. Her tongue slid across her top lip, catching the taste of him still there. She looked like a wet dream. Like a dirty little angel.
“I like it,” she said, eyes still on his, “More so when I don’t notice but…yeah.” Her lashes fluttered, “Please?”
Erik chuckled low, thick fingers reaching for her phone, “You somethin else,” he unlocked the camera, switching it to video. His dick stood tall and heavy between them, wet with her spit, “Aight then, freak.”
She smiled. Bit her lip again. He hit record. And she sank right back down.
“Yeah…” Erik said, voice low behind the camera, steady, “That’s it. Go slow. Take your time on daddy’s dick.”
Sanaa did exactly that. Mouth open, tongue out, she let the head of his dick slide back in like it was routine. She moaned soft, slurping up the precum leaking heavy from the tip like it was honey made just for her.
“That’s my girl,” Erik praised, his voice rich, close, like velvet on the speakers. “There you go. Keep suckin just like that. Pretty lips stretched all over me.”
She bobbed her head, spit coating the shaft. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t swallow yet. She was tryin. Workin' her jaw, cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and addictive.
“You look so damn good like this,” he said, angling the camera low to catch her face and the way she handled him, “Got my whole shit in your mouth like you ain’t just cry all over my tongue five minutes ago.”
She moaned around him. He caught it on camera.
“Yeah, let ‘em hear how messy you get. That’s right. Let that spit fall. Don’t clean shit up.”
She pulled off slow, letting the head pop out with another loud, nasty sound. Her chin was wet, lips puffy. She looked straight at the camera and licked the tip once—soft, seductive. Then whispered, “This mine now, huh?”
Erik’s voice dropped, “Yours to suck, mine to own. Keep goin’, Bri,” he growled, bringing the phone closer. “Show me how nasty you really are.”
And she did. Eyes up, lips wide, throat relaxing. She slid deeper this time, slow and skilled, sucking him like she wanted to stay there all night. Steady. Watching. Capturing every drip, every moan, every choke of spit sliding down her chin while she sucked him like her life depended on it. Erik had the phone angled just right. One hand holding the camera low, catching the sloppy view of her full lips wrapped around that fat dick, the other dragging slow through her silk press. Fingers gliding through the sleek strands like he owned every inch of her because right now, he did. She was on her knees between his thighs, head bobbing, spit dripping from her mouth, tears clinging to her lashes, that back arched, lifting that ass high off the bed. Sanaa was deep in it. Gagging sweet, eyes watery but focused, trying to take him slow like he asked. Hair swaying with the motion of her head bobbing. Gold hoops swinging pretty. Her hand stroked what her throat couldn’t swallow yet, and she moaned real soft around him when his thumb grazed her jaw. That shit had Erik losing his mind.
“Yeah…” Erik said low, voice thick with that gritty Oakland bass. “That’s how you fuckin’ eat it, nasty girl.”
She whimpered around the shaft, tongue flexing as she sucked deeper, the stretch of it making her jaw ache. And he felt all of it.
“That pressure good, huh?” he asked, tilting the camera down more, “You like suckin this big-ass dick, don't you?”
She pulled back, gasping, chin glossy. Then went right back down on it without hesitation, slower this time, more focused.
His voice dropped another octave, “Don’t run, baby. Take all that shit. I want it nice and wet. Make that shit glisten for me.” His thumb swiped her cheek, then tapped her jaw, “Look in the camera,” he said calmly, “Show everybody how you behave when this dick come out.”
She peeked up with those big, glossy doe eyes, lashes wet, pupils blown. And he grinned—that slow, evil grin that meant he was trouble.
“Good girl,” he said, breath thick, “That’s what the fuck I’m talkin 'bout. Pretty lil’ slut just made for head.”
She moaned again and he caught it all. The sound, the suck, the spit. His hand stayed in her hair, palm warm against her scalp, holding her in place. He wasn’t forcing shit. Erik really didn't need to. Sanaa wanted this. Needed it. She was putting in real work, tongue swirling, throat flexing, mouth loud and messy.
“Keep suckin, baby. You doin good. Real good.” He licked his lips, “Make love to that dick. I want it slow.”
She pulled off with a pop, lips red and glistening, panting through her nose.
And that’s when he hit her with it.
“Who dick you suckin’ on, slut?”
Sanaa blinked slow, pupils glassy, spit still clinging to her lips. She bit her bottom one, smiling like she wasn’t two seconds from choking on him.
Then whispered, “Killmonger’s big dick.”
Erik groaned low. Damn near laughed through it, “Aww, shit. That’s right.” He palmed the back of her head, guiding her back toward the tip, his voice deep and filthy, “Now shut up and show that camera how you love daddy’s dick.”
Erik’s palm slid to the back of her head, heavy and sure.
Commanding.
“Keep still,” he said, voice low, calm, that Oakland grit threaded through every syllable, “Let me do the work.”
Sanaa whimpered around him, lips already stretched, jaw aching sweet as he guided her down slow. His dick filled her mouth inch by inch, thick and warm, veins pressing against her tongue. She gagged softly when he pushed a little deeper, breath catching, eyes squeezing shut.
“Nah,” he said quietly, watching her, “Eyes open.”
She forced them open, tears clinging to her lashes, staring up at him while he eased his hips forward again. Slow thrust. Controlled. He wasn’t chasing nothing. He was taking. Her hands lifted on instinct, fingers twitching toward his thighs.
He caught it immediately, “Hands in your lap,” he ordered. “Don’t touch shit.”
Her hands dropped, trembling, palms pressing into her thighs like she was trying to ground herself. That made his chest tighten. Made his jaw clench.
“Good,” he said. “That’s better.”
He rocked his hips again, shallow thrusts at first, letting her mouth adjust, letting her tongue learn the shape of him while he stayed right at the back of her throat. She gagged again, wet and broken, spit spilling down the corners of her mouth and onto her chin.
“That’s it,” he said, eyes dark, watching her struggle in the prettiest way, “Take it. Don’t fight it.” His breathing changed. Deepened. Chest rising slower but heavier now. He rolled his hips back and then forward again, just enough to make her choke, just enough to make her moan around him, “Look at that,” he said, tone slick, satisfied, “On your knees like this. Mouth full of dick. Can’t even grab on for help.”
He pulled out slowly, the length of him sliding past her lips inch by inch until the head popped free with a wet sound. He didn’t give her a second to recover.
He slapped his dick against her lips once.
Twice.
The head smacked wet and loud against her mouth, leaving her lips glossy, swollen, stained with spit and precum.
“Open,” he said.
She did.
He tapped it against her tongue, smearing that slick heat across her mouth while she breathed hard through her nose.
“Yeah,” he continued, voice thick now, “This what you wanted. Got you on your knees suckin daddy dick?” His eyes dropped to where his scars cut across his chest and stomach, down to the way his dick rested heavy between them. He watched the contrast like it did something to him. Taut muscle. Ritual wounds. Thick, leaking dick. Her mouth waiting, “Pretty as hell like this,” he said, jaw flexing, “All quiet and obedient.”
He slid back in, deeper this time. His palm stayed firm on her head, fingers spreading through her hair, keeping her right where he wanted her while he fucked her mouth with controlled strokes. Each thrust was measured. Each pullback purposeful. He wasn’t losing control. He was enjoying it. She gagged hard this time, throat flexing around him, eyes watering bad. A broken sound came out of her chest and he felt it wrap around him.
“Shh,” he said softly. “Breathe through it. You doin good.” His hips kept moving, shallow to deep, slow to slower, a pace that made her body melt even while it overwhelmed her. Spit ran freely now, coating him, dripping down onto her chest, “Damn,” he breathed, biting his lip, “You see that shit? That’s your mouth workin exactly how I like.” He pulled out again, slapped his dick against her lips once more, then let it rest there, heavy and slick, “Stay right there,” he said, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You ain’t done til' I tell you to.”
Erik pulled back just enough to look at her.
Really look.
Her mouth was wrecked. Lips swollen and shiny. Chin slick. Eyes glassy and obedient, breathing heavy through her nose like she’d been holding herself together on willpower alone. He liked that look on her. Liked that he put it there.
“Stick your tongue out,” he said all calm like he knew she’d listen.
Sanaa did it immediately. Tongue extended, trembling just a little, glossy with spit. Pretty. Pink. Waiting.
He slapped his dick against it.
One heavy slap.
The weight of it made her gasp. The head pressed flat against her tongue, warm and leaking, precum smearing across it. He did it again. Slower this time. Let it rest there for a second so she could feel how heavy he was. How real.
“Yeah,” he said low. “Just like that.” He slapped it again, firmer, the sound wet and obscene, watching her tongue flatten under the weight of him, “Open wider.”
She did. Jaw dropping, tongue still out, eyes flicking up to his face like she wanted approval. His hand slid to the back of her neck. Fingers spread. Grip solid.
“Now show me,” he said, “Show me you want my nut.”
He guided her forward and she took him back in, lips closing around the head, tongue working immediately, slow and focused just like he told her. She sucked like she had something to prove. Drew him in inch by inch, throat relaxing, mouth warm and slick, spit coating him thick.
Erik groaned. Not a word. A sound. Low. From his chest. Like he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore.
“That’s it,” he said, breath heavier now. “Yeah. Fuck. Just like that.”
He started moving his hips. Slow at first. Shallow thrusts, letting her mouth adjust to the rhythm. His hand stayed firm on her neck, guiding and controlling the pace. She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight through his body.
“Mm,” he sounded, eyes narrowing, “You feel how you pullin it outta me?”
She did. She knew.
Her mouth got sloppier. Wetter. She pulled back just enough to drag her tongue along the underside, then swallowed him again, deeper this time. Her throat flexed around him and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Fuck,” he said, hips stuttering for half a second before he steadied himself, “You doin that on purpose.”
She was. She bobbed slow, steady, eyes locked on him, hands still obedient in her lap. She let him thrust now, matching his movement, letting him slide in and out of her mouth while she kept her tongue working the head every time he pushed back in. His breathing got rougher. Chest rising faster. His free hand clenched at his side, fingers flexing like he was holding himself back from grabbing her hair harder.
“Yeah…that’s it,” he said, voice thick, strained now, “You draggin that shit outta me.”
She moaned again, tears slipping free from how full her mouth felt. How deep he was. How badly she wanted to finish him.
“Keep suckin, slut. You look real cute when you don’t think—just choke.” He grinned down at her, “That’s all you good for right now.” He thrust a little deeper, a little slower, savoring it. The sounds she made were obscene. Wet. Desperate. Perfect, “That’s my nut you workin for,” he said quietly, “Don’t rush. I wanna feel every second.”
And the way his hips kept moving, the way his voice shook just a little now, told her she was doing exactly what he wanted. To make his thighs tighten and his voice start slipping into that ragged, desperate edge even he couldn’t hide. His grip stayed locked at the back of her neck, anchoring himself in the wet heat of her mouth while she kept sucking like she needed it. Slow strokes. Controlled sucks. But his body was rolling now. Sanaa had her tongue working that underside with purpose, lips locked tight, cheeks hollowed every time he pulled back. And when he slid back in, deeper, letting her throat hug the head, her moan vibrated so deep around him it made his stomach jump. Erik’s eyes fluttered. He bit down on his bottom lip hard. Head tipped back. Shoulders flexing. His whole body rippled, abs twitching under the tight strain of control he was seconds from losing.
“Fuck…stay right there. Don’t move. Don’t fuckin play wit’ me now.” His voice hit her like weight, low and feral.
Her pace stayed nasty and obedient. Sloppy. And when his knees started to tremble, she knew it. Felt it. That thick dick was swelling even more in her mouth, leaking like crazy now, salty and heavy on her tongue.
“Fuckin’ mouth feel too damn good…” he choked out, hips stuttering, voice low and wrecked.
He looked down at her, head falling forward, eyes wild. Sweat beading at his temples. Veins thick in his arms.
Then he groaned.
Loud. Raw.
“Shit—Bri…” And with a slow thrust, balls snug to her chin, he lost it. “Empty my fuckin balls…” he gritted through clenched teeth, breath snatching, “Empty my balls, slut…suck it outta me.” His hips rocked into her mouth, slow but deep, dick jerking on her tongue with each pulse of release. Cum spilled thick, hot, flooding the back of her throat. She moaned around him, not pulling back, not flinching—swallowed every drop, “Take it,” Erik groaned, voice shaking. “Take all that shit…yeah…”
His hand held her there because he wanted to feel her throat working while she drained him. She stayed there while he spilled. Stayed there while his thighs flexed, chest heaved, abs clenched with every twitch of pleasure rolling through him. Only when he finally pulled out, slow and spent, did he look down fully and let his eyes take her in.
Face wet. Mouth open. Breathing hard. She licked her lips. And he grinned. Still high off the nut. Watching her like she was a dream with a mouth built for destruction.
“Damn,” he panted, voice rough, “You really mine now, huh?”
Sanaa was already open before he ever put it in her.
That was the part that shook her the most.
She lay back on the bed, silk-pressed hair spread smooth beneath her head, gold hoops warm against her neck, chest rising fast. Her skin glowed. Brown. Soft. That deep, rich tone that caught the light like polished wood. Her pussy was slick enough to feel the air hit it when her thighs parted. Wet enough to shine. Tight enough to throb. Erik kneeled between her legs, towering, solid, body made to fold bitches up. Scars ridged over his chest and arms, catching the light as he flexed. His locs brushed his shoulders. Gold canines flashed when he smirked, slow and dangerous. That big, thick dick sat heavy in his hand, already hard and leaking. Veins thick along the shaft. Heavy head. Fat. Balls tight. He dragged the head of it through her slick, slow. Let it slide between her lips without pushing in. Just enough to make her breath hitch.
“Mm,” he said low, “That pussy talkin’.”
Sanaa whimpered, hips lifting without permission. She reached down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow like she needed something to hold onto. Her toes curled, thighs trembling.
“Hold your ankles,” Erik told her.
She did it instantly. Hands slid down her legs. Ankles in her grip. Wide open. Exposed. Vulnerable and ready. Her mouth fell open as she breathed, chest heaving.
They locked eyes.
Erik leaned forward just a little, dick still rubbing through her slick. He tapped her pussy with it once. Twice. A wet, teasing slap that made her gasp. Kissed her lips sloppy like he was sucking the breath out of her.
“You ready to get fucked?” he asked, voice calm but heavy with promise.
Her fingers circled her clit faster, “Yeah,” she breathed, “Yeah.”
“I’m ready to fuck you, I know that,” he said, rubbing the head of his dick right at her entrance, letting it press there without going in, “Tired of playin’. ‘Bout to dig you out, girl. Give you what you always wanted.”
Her whole body buzzed. Like static. Like she was plugged into something too strong. Her pussy clenched around nothing, slick dripping down, soaking the sheets beneath her. Erik angled his hips, lined himself up, and pushed the head in just a little.
Just enough.
Sanaa’s eyes rolled. A broken sound fell from her lips. Her toes curled so hard they damn near cramped.
“Shh,” he said, watching her face closely, “Breathe. Let that pussy relax. You want it. I feel you.”
He pushed again. Inch by inch. That fat head stretching her open, slow and deep, her tight walls gripping him like. She was holdin’ that dick like it owed her somethin'. She gasped, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, staring straight at him.
“Oh my—” Her voice cracked into a moan.
“That’s it,” Erik said, jaw tight, teeth flashing as he watched her swallow him, “That’s how you take a big dick. Slow. Let it open you.”
Her fingers rubbed her clit harder now, breath shaky, little sounds slipping out of her with every inch he sank in. Her pussy was tight. Tight as hell. Hot. Wet. Pulling him in because it needed him.
“Damn,” he groaned, “You tight as fuck. Grippin’ me like you been waitin’ your whole life.”
He paused halfway in. Just sat there. Let her feel it. Let her body adjust around him. Let her pussy throb and flutter and leak. Sanaa was shaking. Legs still wide. Ankles in the air. Eyes locked on his because she didn't wanna miss a second of this. Her lips parted. Chest heaving. Sweat starting to gather at her temples.
“Move,” she breathed, barely louder than air.
Erik tilted his head, smirk deepening, “Nah. Sit wit’ it. Feel that stretch. Feel what you been askin’ for.”
He rolled his hips just a little. Enough to make her gasp again. Enough to make her pussy clamp down.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, toes curling again, “It’s so big.”
“Yeah,” he said, finally pushing deeper. Slow. Controlled. Taking his time sinking all the way in until his hips met her thighs. Until she was full. Stuffed. Opened up around him, “That’s daddy dick,” he said quietly, “Ain’t rushin’. Just sittin’ where it belong.”
She cried out then. A real sound. Raw. Her body arched, fingers still working her clit as her pussy clenched hard around him, creamy and dripping.
Erik stayed still, buried deep, watching her face twist with pleasure and shock and need, “Now,” he said, voice low and steady, “Now I’ma fuck you.”
The first stroke took her breath. deep. And so slow. Erik dragged out of her inch by inch, dick thick and heavy, every ridge of his shaft pulling against her walls like he was scraping the memory of anybody else out. Her pussy clung to him, creamy and tight, pulsing around that slow exit like it. That pussy kept catchin’ his dick on the way out, holdin’ him right at the base. Sanaa’s mouth fell open, lips parted in shock. Her hips tried to lift with him, like her body was chasing what was leaving. He stopped right at the tip. Let it rest there. Slick and twitching.
Then he slid it back in.
One long, smooth push. Deep. Full. Her pussy stretched again, swallowed him whole. That grip got tighter every time he pulled out, like her pussy was beggin’ to stay full.
A messy whimper slipped from her throat, back arching, legs trembling as she held her ankles just like he told her to.
“Right there?” he said, voice deep and calm like a threat, “Here?” He pulled back again. Slow. Let her feel the drag. That stretch. That pressure. All that thickness working her from the inside out. Then pushed back in. Another slow grind. Deep. Deep, “How you like it?”
Sanaa’s answer was a cry, broken and high, her voice cracked open from the inside. Her hands barely held onto her legs now. Ankles shaking in her grip. Titties bouncing soft under the rhythm he set.
“You feel all that?” he said, lips barely moving, eyes locked on her face, “Feel how I’m fuckin’ this lil’ pussy?” He moved again. Same speed. Same power. That controlled thrust that kissed her spot and punched a gasp out her lungs at the same time. Her eyes rolled. Sweat broke out across her chest. Her thighs quivered, “Say it,” he growled, hips rocking, “Say what you need. Talk to me.”
Sanaa was breathless, voice caught in her throat, fingers slipping from her thighs just long enough for Erik to grip the backs of her knees and press them toward her chest, folding her even deeper. Pussy opened up wider. Gripped tighter.
“Push it in,” she whispered, eyes glossy, “Please—”
Erik laughed. Low. Nasty.
He pulled back again. Dick dragging slow, thick veins rubbing all along her walls. Cream shining on him when he looked down. Then he rocked back in deep, pelvis kissing hers, thighs clapping soft.
“This what you been wantin'? Want this dick pushin’ up in you? Stretchin’ this tight lil’ thing out?”
She nodded fast, mouth open, whining now. Body shaking under him.
“Want this dick slidin’ up in you? Stuffin’ this tight lil’ pussy full?”
Sanaa’s back arched, head tipped back, mouth open. “Nnngh—f-fuck…”
She moaned loud, fingers clawing at his back, trying to grind, but he pinned her with his weight.
“Stop movin’. This pussy gon' get this work. You feel that pulse in your stomach? That’s your pussy holdin’ me in. I can feel it…beatin’ on this dick.”
She bit her lip, head rolling, helpless.
He bent down just enough for his chest to brush her tits, still rolling his hips, smooth and deep, “Yeah, you like that,” he said into her ear, “You been actin’ like you ain’t ready, like I’m too much…but this pussy takin’ it. All of it. She know who she belong to.”
He straightened up again, gold shining in his mouth as he licked his lips. He was breathing harder now, sweat sliding down the middle of his chest, scars flexing across his arms. And he was still in control. Still feeding her slow, powerful strokes that rocked her whole body, that made the bed creak and her hands claw at the sheets.
“You makin’ a mess,” he grunted, “Drippin’ all on me. Fuckin’ cream just pourin’.”
Sanaa could barely speak. Her face said everything. Eyes low, mouth open, a whimper riding each stroke. Her body was begging. Pussy wetter, messier. Squeezing tighter every time he pulled back.
“You gon’ cum like this?” Erik said, voice dark, “I can feel it. She twitchin’. That creamy lil’ explosion waitin’ for me.” Another thrust. Then another. Each one dragging her closer, “You ready?” he whispered, “Ready to let that pretty pussy bust all over me?”
And the way her body shook said yes before she could even speak it.
Sanaa let out a broken sound, halfway between a whine and a moan, fingers twitching uselessly in the air. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy fluttered hard around him like it was begging to be let loose.
Erik reached down and took her ankles again, firm hands wrapping around them. He lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders, one smooth motion. Her small feet dangled against his broad back, toes curling as he leaned forward and tilted her hips just right.
That angle hit different.
So deep it made her gasp sharp, eyes flying open.
“Fuck,” she breathed, staring down between their bodies, watching his dick disappear into her. Watching her own slick stretch around him. Cream shining.
"You got me so open," she spoke soft and breathless.
Erik started moving again.
Not wild. Not sloppy. Just a quicker pace. Steady. Relentless. Each thrust deep and sure, dragging through her slow on the pull back, then pressing right back in where she needed it most.
“There,” he said, voice low and steady. “Right there. You feel that shit?”
Her answer was a soft cry, lip caught between her teeth as she nodded, eyes locked on where he was fucking her. She couldn’t look away. Sanaa couldn't believe how full she looked. How much of him was inside her. How her body took it.
“I know you feel it,” he went on, breath heavier now, “This dick sittin’ all up in you. Spread open wide now, huh? Got you laid out lookin’ real fuckin’ good.”
The bed creaked under the rhythm of his hips. The wet sound between them got louder. Slicker. Every thrust pushing air out her lungs. Her titties bounced with the motion, nipples tight and aching. Sweat rolled down her chest and between them. Sanaa’s hands fisted in the sheets. Her stomach tightened. Her toes curled again, feet flexing against his shoulders.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, voice shaking, “Oh my—”
“That pressure hittin’ you right?” Erik asked, thrusting again, a little harder now, “Got you starin’ down at it like you can’t believe what it doin’ to you.” He leaned in closer, chest hovering over her legs, dick still sliding deep and slow-fast, that perfect in-between pace that made her whole body buzz, “Pussy just openin’ up for me,” he said, “Squeezin’ when I pull back. Clutchin’ when I push in. You feel how deep that shit go? shiiit”
She whimpered, eyes glossy, jaw slack. Her body rocked with every stroke, ass lifting just a little off the bed when he sank all the way in.
“I see you,” he said, “I see that look on your face. That ‘I ain’t never felt no shit like this’ look.”
Her lip trembled as she bit it again, trying not to make too much noise, failing every time he hit that spot that made her pussy jump.
“You not cumming yet,” Erik told her, voice like gravel soaked heat, “I’m holdin’ you right here. Letting this dick sit. Letting you feel what it mean to get fucked for real.”
He kept that pace. Deep. Measured. Consistent. Filling her over and over again until her thoughts blurred and all she could focus on was the way he felt inside her. Sanaa stared down at their bodies moving together, chest rising fast, eyes wide with disbelief.
She had never imagined it would feel like this.
And Erik could tell.
He smiled slow as he fucked her, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
He felt it change in her.
That moment when her body stopped fighting the feeling and started chasing it. Erik pulled out slow just enough to make her gasp, then hooked an arm under her thighs and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. The mattress creaked as he stood tall between her legs, feet planted wide. One big hand came up to cradle the back of her neck, fingers spread, firm but steady, keeping her bent just right. Curled beneath him like a fuck doll.
Her head tipped forward. Chin slightly tucked. Chest caving. Legs wide open and shaking.
“Stay right here,” he told her quietly.
Then he pushed back in. Harder this time. All hips. All big dick from tip to base.
He fucked her standing up, deep strokes snapping into her with sharpness. Every thrust dug into her pussy like he was carving his name in it. The sound changed immediately. Wet. Heavy. Nasty. Her ass slid just a little on the sheets with every drive of his hips. The bed thumped softly against the wall. Her breath came out in sharp, broken moans she didn’t even try to hold back. Erik leaned forward, hand still at her neck, thumb pressing just enough to keep her right where he wanted her. His other hand grabbed her thigh, spreading her wider, giving himself more room to work her.
“This how you get fucked,” he said low, voice tight now, “Ain’t none of that playin’ shit no more.”
Her body responded instantly. Pussy gripping him harder. Cream slicking up his shaft, making each thrust glide smoother, deeper. He could feel how tight she still was even after taking him. How every stroke made her clench. Sanaa dragged a hand down his chest, fingers splayed over raised scars, nails dragging slow across his abs like she needed something solid to hold onto. Her brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as sound after sound spilled out of her. No words now. Just moans. Real ones. Loud and shameless. Gasps. Strangled cries.
Her toes curled. Thighs shook. Her head pressed back into his hand as her whole body rocked with his rhythm.
Erik watched her fall apart.
Watched the way her lips parted. The way her chest rose and fell fast. The way her pussy sucked him in every time he pulled back and begged him back when he pushed in.
“I know,” he said, eyes locked on hers, pace picking up, “I know what this dick doin’. I know I’m stretchin’ you deep. Breakin’ you in right. I know baby girl.”
She moaned louder, hand sliding down his stomach, gripping his hips now, nails biting into his skin as her body tried to meet every thrust.
“Yeah?” he groaned, “I know. I feel you squeezin’ me. Tryna pull me deeper. Daddy know, baby.”
He fucked her good. No rush. No wasted movement. Just deep, clean strokes that made her body jolt and her pussy throb around him. Sweat dripped down his chest, spotted her skin. His breathing got heavier, chest flexing with every thrust.
Sanaa couldn’t think.
Couldn’t compare this to anything she’d ever had because nothing came close. This wasn’t just sex. This was control. Weight. Pressure. The type of dick that made your legs weak and your mind go quiet. Her moans filled the room now. Pretty and broken. Her body answering him before her thoughts ever could.
“You ain’t used to this,” he said, “That’s why you actin’ out. Why you so fuckin’ loud right now. This dick hittin’ different, huh?”
Her mouth trembled beneath his grip. She tried to moan but it came out shaky, broken. Just a mess of sound, face twisting as her pussy pulsed again, creamy and loud between them. Wet. Soaking wet. Erik pulled back just an inch, then slid right back in at a snails pace—deep. Her body jolted. She clawed at his abs, nails dragging across scarred skin, searching for something to hold on to.
“I said look at me,” he growled, giving her jaw a squeeze, “You takin’ it so good. But you gon’ remember this stroke.” He rolled his hips again. Slow grind. All of him inside. Her moans hitched, “Yeah…uh-huh.” he whispered, kissing the side of her mouth, still fucking her slow and deep, “That’s it. Let me see what a good girl sound like when she get ruined.”
And she did. All moans now. Loud, messy, undone. Pussy soaked. Face caught somewhere between disbelief and addiction. She didn’t even know how to ask him to stop—because she didn’t want him to. She wanted him to live in her pussy. It was that good. Good enough that words couldn’t even describe.
“Uh uh,” he said low, hips rolling again, pulling out slow just to sink back in, “Ain’t no escape in this room. Just me givin’ you some shit you don’t know how to handle yet.”
Sanaa’s head was tipped back, mouth open, eyes unfocused. She couldn’t even make words—just breathy gasps, little “uhh—uhh—ohh” sounds, tears caught in the corners of her eyes. That dick was fat. And it felt like it reached every inch inside her. Like he was claiming shit. Bruising pleasure into her walls. He dropped one fist and palmed her throat, not squeezing, just holdin’ it while he fucked her slower, deeper. His thumb under her chin to make her look at him.
“Damn,” he said, shaking his head like she was pathetic for what she’d become under him, “Pretty lil’ thing. Can’t even talk. Can’t even move. All that mouth you had… now I’m in it, huh? In that sweet, warm, squeezin’ ass pussy?” He leaned in, lips brushing her cheek as he fucked her slow, but hard. Real strokes. Deep dips. His abs flexed. That sweat from his chest dripped onto her titties, slid down between them, “Gon’ make a mess all over me,” he whispered against her ear, “I feel that pussy twitchin’. You ‘bout to squirt? Cream? Gimme that shit then. Let it go. Gimme all that sweet lil’ mess. You nasty fuckin’ slut—”
Sanaa tried to hold it, tried to breathe, but her body had other plans. Her pussy clenched up on him, hard. That creamy wet exploded in a rush. Her whole body shook. Back arched. Toes curled. She screamed loud. A long, dragged out moan that had her damn near crying, “Daaaaddy—”
“That’s it,” he groaned, biting his bottom lip hard as her cream gushed around him. “There she go. So fuckin’ messy. That’s mine. All that shit belong to me. Mine. My pussy—”
He didn’t stop. Kept stroking. Controlled. Deep. Watching the way her body seized up with every thrust. The way her face crumbled, lips parted, eyes crossed just a little. She was spent. Fucked dumb. But he wasn’t done.
She had been asking for it. The teasing. The walking past him in them little ass shorts with no bra. The smart-ass grin, the way she bent over slow like she ain’t know he was behind her. Like he wasn’t built to catch that shit. Built to correct it. Put her lil’ ass in her place.
Now she was where she needed to be.
Bent at the edge of the bed, back dipped low in a deep arch, slim thick body laid out perfect. Espresso brown skin already kissed up with sweat, glowing under the low lamp light. Long silk press damp and clinging to her spine, gold hoops swinging every time she breathed too hard. Her hands gripped the sheets in front of her like she was bracing for impact, thighs twitching already from anticipation. She wasn’t saying much now. Just soft little whimpers, little gasps, trying to hold still while Erik stood behind her, letting that heavy dick drag over her soaked lips like a warning.
He was tall, solid, strong in a way that made everything feel smaller around him. That skin of his golden brown, gleamed with sweat across scarred shoulders and cut arms, every muscle flexing in slow control. His locs hung wild, swaying with each breath he took, some brushing against his cheek as he rolled his hips forward just enough to tease her slit. His jaw was locked tight. Dimples barely showing under the shadow of his beard, lips full and parted, watching her with heat in his eyes. That look he got when he was done playing.
The room was heavy with that tension. That wet, nasty tension that made you sweat before the fuck even started. The sound of her breathing came in soft stutters, then caught sharp when he eased the tip of his dick in, slow, just enough to make her feel the width. That first little push pulled a moan straight out her chest—high-pitched, pretty, needy.
“Nnnnnhhh—”
Her thighs shook. Her hips twitched. He gripped them firm and kept her still.
His dick slid in deeper, inch by long inch, slow and controlled. Thick, veined, heavy with heat. Her pussy welcomed it, parted soft and creamy, sucking him in greedy. The sound was nasty—wet, slick, obscene. Skin to skin contact filled the room in low slaps as he sank into that tightness. She gasped loud when he bottomed out, pussy clenching, juice spilling out and down his dick, running slick down to his balls.
“Ahhh—fuck—”
Her back dipped harder, ass bouncing from the force, body trembling as he held still, buried deep. Letting her feel the weight. Letting her feel how deep it went. The pressure in her belly was immediate, hot and thick like she’d been split open from the inside. She whined again, softer this time, body trying to pull back but his grip stayed firm. Erik leaned over her, chest hovering over her back, heat rolling off his body. Sweat dripped from his skin to hers, mixing where their bodies touched. His lips brushed her shoulder as he sucked a slow breath through his nose. His locs swayed forward, brushing her neck. She could hear his breath now—heavy, steady, that deep male grunt rising in his chest as he pulled back halfway and pushed in again, slow but harder. Purposeful.
“Unhhh—”
Her moan cracked open in her throat as he started moving. Deep strokes. Slow drag out, then all the way back in, hips snapping against her ass with a sharp clap. The bounce of her cheeks echoed through the room, flesh meeting flesh, wetness coating everything. Her pussy clenched again—tight, messy, too responsive—and that just made him go harder.
She cried out again, hands bunching the sheets, gasping loud as her body rocked forward with every thrust.
“Ahhh—ahh—nnnnn—”
Erik’s hand slid from her hip to the front of her throat. Not choking. Just holding. Making her feel how deep he was, how controlled he was, how owned she was. He bent his head, kissed her jaw, bit it slow, sucked on her skin until she shivered and clenched even tighter around him. His other hand slid up, grabbed a handful of titty, squeezing her soft brown flesh, palm wet with sweat and cream.
Then he popped her ass—sharp, loud.
She squealed, whole body jumping as he slammed into her deeper. The pressure started building before she even realized he was changing pace. His thrusts stayed deep, thick strokes dragging through all that creamy wet, but there was something in the way he paused—right there, buried inside her. Like he was deciding how bad he was about to break her down.
Then his voice cut through the slick sound of skin and sex, “Sit up.”
Just like that. Blunt. Firm. No softness in it. That deep, calm tone that left no room for hesitation. Sanaa’s breath caught in her throat, and she pushed up slow on shaky arms, her back still arched, ass still high. Her long hair stuck to her shoulder and chest now, damp from sweat, sticking to the curve of her breasts. She tried to breathe, but that dick was still buried so deep, all she could do was pant. She knew her pussy hole had to be stretched to capacity with how stuffed she felt.
“Sit…up,” he repeated, voice tighter now, hand gripping her hip, “Arch that back. Stay just like that. Don’t make me say that shit again, Bri.”
She obeyed, gasping when he rolled his hips again, slow at first, the weight of him grinding right into her from behind. She whimpered when his hand slid up her back, gripped the nape of her neck.
Then came the next command, low and rough behind her, “Look back at me.”
She turned her head, eyes fluttering open through the haze, lips trembling as she looked over her shoulder. And there he was. Erik. Sweaty, scarred-up motherfucker with that big dick sitting inside her.. His locs swung loose around his face, clinging to the thick muscle of his shoulders. Sweat ran in slow trails down his chest, catching the shine in the light. His lips were parted, that sculpted jaw clenched tight. And his eyes—locked on hers, low and dangerous. Sanaa whimpered, her face twisting as another slow, hard stroke made her body jolt forward. That dick dragged against her walls so deep and thick it felt like it was curving inside her, making her pussy clench down again, hard. She couldn’t hold it.
“Mmmf—ahh—fuck… Erik…”
He smirked, then popped her ass again—sharper this time. The clap echoed through the room, “Don’t run now, lil’ slut. You wanted this, right?”
And then he started fucking her for real.
Hips snapping forward with sharp, Erik drove into her with hard, grinding thrusts, dick drilling through wet, creamy heat like it owned her insides. The sound was filthy—wet slaps, heavy balls smacking against her clit, the sharp clap of flesh to flesh every time her cheeks bounced back on him. Her pussy gushed around him, creamy and hot, dripping down to the bed, mess soaking everything under them.
“Ahh—ahh—uhhh—f-fuck—”
She was breaking, voice stuttering, face twisted up, brows tight, lips trembling as she tried to keep her eyes on him. He grabbed her jaw from behind, fingers strong and possessive on her face, turning her chin even more so she had no choice but to stare at him while he kept pounding.
“Keep them eyes on me,” he growled, voice deep and close, his lips at her cheek now, “You feel this dick? That’s what you get for playin’ in my face. Now you gon’ learn.”
She cried out again, soft and desperate. Her body trembled with every stroke, thighs shaking, nails digging into the mattress. Her tits bounced with every hit, back dimples flexing. Erik’s hips moved fast now, but still controlled, like he knew exactly how deep to go to make her lose her mind. His thrusts hit that swollen spot inside her over and over, his thick dick pushing against her walls so deep her whole pussy fluttered in response.
“Unghhh…Daddy—please—”
He grunted low, rough, grinding in deeper.
“Nasty lil’ thing,” he said right in her ear, voice ragged now, his breath hot on her neck, “All that attitude. All that mouth. Now you over here whimperin’, creamin’ all over me like a good lil’ slut.”
She gasped, crying out again, that pleasure bubbling high and fast inside her. Erik didn’t let up. He kept her head turned, kept his body crashing into hers, all muscle, all grit, sweat dripping onto her back with every stroke. Both of them breathing heavy, biting their lips, eyes locked.
Sanaa stayed right where he put her—back arched, hands down, head still turned, mouth parted on a whimper. That dick had her wide open. Her whole body felt like it was on fire now, tingling from the inside out. She could feel every part of him—every thick inch, every slow drag, every deep slam that pushed up into places she ain’t even know could feel that good. Her thighs were shaking, hips twitching with every thrust. But Erik wasn’t letting her go nowhere.
He had her by the shoulders now, those strong-ass hands gripping tight, thumbs pressed into the back of her traps, arms flexed as he used his whole body to pull her back into each stroke. Feet planted. Muscles locked in. That perfect stroke rhythm starting to build again—steady, brutal, unrelenting.
No words now.
Just dick.
Just that thick, wet clap of his hips smacking against her ass over and over, the sound getting nastier, wetter, louder with every bounce of her cheeks. Just his grunts—low, throaty, deep in his chest. And that smug-ass “mhmm,” that came out when he bottomed out so hard she let out a full cry. That sly ask smirk coupled with that bite of his lip.
“Auhhh—uhh—daddy—fuck—”
Her voice broke every time he hit it. Her pussy clamped down again, tight and fluttering around him, slick coating his dick in warm cream that spilled with every deep thrust. The pressure inside her was swelling fast, like her body was trying to catch up to what he was doing to it—like her nerves were sparking all over. That dick was heavy. Thick as hell. Every push sent heat rolling through her belly, made her gasp, made her grab the sheets like she could anchor herself against it. He gripped her harder. Pulled her back harder. Snapped his hips forward and made that ass bounce harder.
Her titties swung with every stroke, sweat rolling down her chest, her back, between her thighs. Her whole body was shaking now, nerves on fire, pussy so wet it sounded like he was fucking straight into a bowl of honey. The slick was everywhere—coating him, dripping to the bed, making a mess of her thighs and the back of her knees.
And Erik was loving it.
Didn’t say a word. Just kept watching her. Kept them eyes on her like he was memorizing how she looked with his dick buried in her. Lips slightly parted. Jaw clenched. Locs stuck to his shoulders and jaw, swaying with every hard stroke.
“Unnnh…mmmh…uh-huh…”
Those cocky-ass grunts and hums kept falling out of his mouth, like her pussy was answering a question he ain’t even ask. That deep, wet squeeze her body gave every time he drove in. The flutter when he slowed up. The shiver in her legs when he picked the pace back up and pounded harder. Sanaa tried to reach back, tried to brace herself on his thigh, but he wasn’t having that. He let go of one shoulder, grabbed her wrist and planted her hand back down. Grabbed her hip again and took her right back into that stroke. Deep. Fast. Wet.
“Auhh—uhhh—uhhhhnnnn…”
She was gasping now, moaning with every single thrust. Her pussy started convulsing again, leaking more, pulling at him because it didn’t want him out. That heat between her legs turned molten, had her legs trembling under him, had her thighs slick and trembling.
Still pounding. He was still controlling. Dickin’ her down like she was built to take all of him and only him.
“D-don’t stop… I need it like that…" "Right there, oh my god…keep fuckin’ me, just like that…” “You feel how deep you in? I’m so full… I can’t take it—no, wait—I want it…” “Talk to me while you fuck me like this…tell me it’s yours…” “This dick feel so good, daddy…you tryna make me lose my mind?” “You fuckin’ me dumb…I swear I’m finna—oh my god—Erik…” “Look what you do to me…look at how I’m shaking…you proud of that?” “Don’t slow down—uh-uh, no—keep goin’, fuck me open…” “I want all of it…don’t hold back…tear it up.” “Mmmf…I’ll take all that dick, just keep giving it to me…make me remember.”
Sanaa was begging. Nonstop. On a never ending loop.
Voice all breathy and broken, words spilling out between moans like she couldn’t help it. Like she needed to be fucked. Needed to be filled. Saying anything, everything—just to keep him deep inside her.
“I’ll be g-good…I swear…” “I won’t run no more…you can do whatever you want…” “I’m listening, I’m listening…I promise I’m listening…” “Please, I’m tryna be good for you…ain’t I being good?” “You got me, daddy…you got all of me, I swear…” “I won’t move, I’ll stay right here…just keep fuckin’ me…”
She started begging while throwing it back, Erik talking her through it.
“I’ll be good…I swear…I just—I need it—”
“Then take it. Show me how bad you want it.”
“I’m tryna be good…tryna take it all—”
“You doin’ good. Now stay right there and keep archin’ that pretty back.”
“You fuckin’ me so good, I can’t think straight—”
“Good. That’s the goal. I don’t want no thoughts in that head. Just me.”
Her back dipped low, arms trembling where she gripped the edge of the bed, face buried in the pillow. Erik had her locked in, one hand braced heavy on her lower back, the other gripping her hip, pulling her into each stroke. He wasn’t slamming into her. Nah. He was drilling her. Real slow. Real deep. Erik was laying pipe in her soul. She was throwin’ it back in broken stutters, thighs shaking, sweat sliding down her spine. Cream slicked his dick, thick and wet, strings of it gluing to the base. He could hear it every time he sank back in. That nasty, obscene squelch that made his jaw clench.
Schhlllk—schlckk, shhcccclik
“You close?” he asked, voice low and dark behind her.
She nodded fast, whining. Couldn’t get words out. Just gasps and soft cries.
Erik leaned in, hips still grinding, still pushing all the way in. Then he slid two fingers into her mouth. Right between her lips. Like a pacifier, “Suck,” he said, “Be my good girl.”
And she did. Moaning around his fingers. Eyes rolling. Drool sliding down her chin as her body locked up. Her orgasm hit like a fucking car crash. Sanaa’s eyes crossed, jaw slackening around his fingers. Her legs gave out beneath her, back bowing as her body seized, pussy gripping and milking his dick. She screamed around his hand, whimpering and twitching, hips caught in the middle of the thrust.
“There you go,” Erik grunted, “That’s it. Cum on this dick just like that.”
Her cream spilled down his shaft in a thick, hot wave, soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath her. Erik didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, holding her mouth open with his fingers, thumb stroking her bottom lip. She sucked like she needed it to breathe. Eyes wet. Breath hitched. Body quivering like she had no control over her basic motor skills.
“You feel that?” he growled, stroking deep again, “You still cumming, baby. Let it out.”
Her moans were high and muffled, body twitching as he stayed buried inside her. Still fucking her and making her feel everything. No breaks. No mercy.
“You want daddy to stop?” he asked again, pulling her head back by the hair, “Or you want more?”
She tried to answer, but all that came out was a choked moan around his fingers.
“Mmhm. Thought so.”
He pulled his fingers from her mouth slow, strings of spit still clinging to them, and dragged the wet trail across her ass. Sanaa was trembling, cheeks flushed, pussy leaking from the last orgasm. But Erik gripped her waist again, pulled her back against him, and slid all the way in.
“Mmm…this lil’ pussy still wet for me?” he growled low behind her.
She whimpered, back arching. She tried to move but he pinned her down.
“Nah, keep still. I’m bout to fill you up.” His voice dropped, heavy and slow like a threat, “You feel that?” This me. All this dick. Stuffin’ this tight lil’ pussy.”
He started stroking again, deeper now, slow and punishing, his balls slapping against her soaked folds. Sanaa was crying into the sheets—moaning, choking, cumming all over again. And Erik was chasing his nut now.
“I’m gon’ breed this pussy.Drop this nut so fuckin’ deep, you’ll feel it in your stomach.” His hand slid up her back, gripped the nape of her neck, pushed her face down into the bed, “You hear me, baby? I’m the only one who get to fuck you like this.” He thrust harder now, hips slamming, the sound filthy. The sound of skin, of heat, of him claiming her. Possessive. Focused. Mean with it, “This slutty lil’ pussy… so good. Good pussy. My pussy. So fuckin’ tight I can barely breathe.”
Sanaa was gone. Babbling. Creaming again. Arching back into him even as her legs shook. And Erik was right at the edge. He grabbed both her hips, held her in place, and pushed all the way in—balls deep—and held it.
“Fuck…fuuuck—there it go—”
He groaned hard through clenched teeth as he nutted. Thick, hot, flooding her. Long spurts. Over and over. His dick twitched inside her as he emptied himself so deep, so full, he knew she’d be leakin’ when he pulled out.
“Mmm…there you go. Take all this nut, just like I taught you.” He leaned down, pressed his chest to her back, lips brushing her ear, This the only dick you know, baby. The best dick you ever had. And the last dick you gon’ ever get.”
Erik finally pulled out, slow and heavy, his dick slick with her cream and his nut. Sanaa whimpered at the emptiness, her thighs twitching. A thick stream of cum dripped from her used pussy, pooling between her legs, then more spilled when she arched slightly and pushed it out, her body still fluttering.
He watched it, eyes dark.
Then he leaned over her back, one hand spreading her ass, the other braced beside her head. His lips brushed her ear.
SYNOPSIS: What was supposed to be a chill night of Truth or Dare with the crew changes the moment Erik gets dared to take a Honeypack. The game continues, but something shifts between him and Y/N — quiet glances and unspoken tension pulling them toward a night neither of them planned.
WARNINGS: 18+ only, SMUT, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Use of Aphrodisiac, Light Angst, Alcohol Consumption, etc.
PAIRINGS: Black OC x Erik Killmonger
This was requested by one of my readers. I hope you all enjoy!
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Y/N pushed the side door open and stepped inside, the cool night air slipping in behind her for a second before the door clicked shut. She set the bottle of Don Julio on the counter with a quiet clink before letting the plastic bag drop next to it. A couple limes rolled out slow, the extra shot glasses clinking together once.
Trey was leaning against the fridge scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled the way he always did. “Hey you made it” he said putting the phone down. He came over and gave her a quick one-armed hug. “I was starting to think you bailed on us.”
“Traffic was acting stupid” she said letting out a small laugh. “But I’m here now so you can relax.”
He glanced at the bottle and raised his eyebrows. “Don Julio? Okay fancy. You didn’t have to bring the good stuff we got the house tequila.”
“Yeah but then y’all would be complaining about the hangover tomorrow” she said shrugging as she leaned against the counter. “This way I get to feel responsible for once.”
Trey chuckled. “Fair. You always think ahead.”
Jada came in from the living room. She saw Y/N and her face lit up slow. “Girl” she said crossing the kitchen in a couple steps. She pulled Y/N into a tight hug, rocking her side to side for a second before letting go. “I was literally about to text you. Missed your face.”
“Missed you too” Y/N said hugging back. “You good?”
“Always when you show up with liquor” Jada said stepping back but keeping a hand on Y/N’s arm for a second. She reached for one of the limes rolling it under her palm on the counter. “Trey keeps talking about tacos but he ain’t cut nothing yet. Typical.”
Aaliyah slipped in right behind her. She walked straight over, leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder for a quick second, then straightened up with a small smile. “Hey boo glad you made it. We were about to start without you.”
Y/N snorted. “Y’all would’ve survived five minutes.”
“Barely” Aaliyah said reaching for the bottle. “This is nice though.”
Trey started slicing a lime the knife making thumps against the wood. “Speaking of nice… Jada brought something else earlier.”
Jada rolled her eyes but she was smiling a little. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out two small gold packets holding them up. “Honey packs. My cousin dropped them off last week swearing they’re the truth. I figured why not bring them. Worst case they taste like candy and we clown each other.”
Aaliyah leaned in eyebrows raised. “Those honey things? You actually brought those here?”
“I brought two” Jada said shrugging. “We’re only four right now. If somebody gets brave later we can split one.”
Trey shook his head still slicing. “I’m good. Last time somebody brought some energy stuff, I ended up fucking my ex.”
Y/N leaned against the counter arms crossed watching them. The kitchen felt small, the low music from the living room drifting in.
Aaliyah looked at Y/N. “Come on let’s get you in there before we start pouring. We got the living room set up. Just waiting on you.”
Y/N grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap off pouring a small splash into each glass.
“Alright” she said handing them out. “Let’s take these first then y’all can tell me how serious this honey-pack plan really is.”
They clinked the glasses quietly threw them back. The alcohol burned smooth going down. Y/N set her glass on the counter and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Jada was already reaching for the bottle to pour another round when Y/N glanced at the two gold packets still sitting on the counter.
Y/N nodded toward them. “Don’t this shit make you horny though?”
Jada paused mid-pour then looked up with a slow grin. “That’s the good part girl.”
Aaliyah laughed low shaking her head as she leaned back against the counter. “See that’s why I’m staying far away from those. I don’t need any extra help in that department tonight.”
Trey snorted still focused on the last lime. “Y’all wild.”
Y/N picked up one of the packets turning it over in her fingers. “I’m just saying. If we do this we gotta be ready for whatever happens.”
Jada topped off the glasses again and slid one toward Y/N. “We’re four grown people in a house with no kids around. Whatever happens happens.
Aaliyah took her glass and raised it. “To bad decisions and good company.”
They clinked again and drank.
Jada set her glass down first. “Alright enough stalling. Let’s take this to the living room.”
Y/N grabbed her glass and the bottle following the others out of the kitchen.
Y/N sank deeper into the couch next to Jada. Blankets were tossed over the armrests and pillows were scattered on the floor like someone had kicked them there earlier. The Bluetooth speaker played R&B that vibrated just enough to settle in her chest.
Jada finished shuffling the cards with a quick flick and dealt one to each of them face down. “Lowest card starts. No weak shit tonight. We’re grown, and we’re tipsy. Let’s get into it.”
Aaliyah flipped hers first, a three of hearts, and groaned but smiled. “Me. Truth.”
Jada leaned forward. “When was the last time you came so hard you cried? Details, no skipping.”
Aaliyah bit her lip. “Three weeks ago, maybe. This dude I been seeing had me bent over the bathroom sink, fingers and tongue at the same time. Kept going even after I started shaking. I legit had tears running down my face when I finally came. Couldn’t even stand up straight after.”
Jada let out a loud “Oop,” and fanned herself with her hand. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Trey shook his head, laughing softly. “Y’all wild already. My turn next, I can feel it.”
He flipped an ace of spades. Jada pointed right at him. “Dare.”
Trey sighed. “Hit me.”
Jada grinned. “Call your ex right now. Leave a voicemail on speaker. Tell him exactly what you miss about his body.”
Trey pulled out his phone, scrolled to the name, hit call, put it on speaker, and waited for voicemail. When the beep came he leaned back.
“Ay, it’s me. Just wanted to say I still think about you sometimes. Miss the way your back looked when you arched for me, the way your thighs squeezed around my head when I had you shaking, how your skin felt under my hands. Shit was fire. Anyway, yeah. Delete this if you want.”
He hung up fast. The room exploded. Trey buried his face in his hands but was grinning wide. Two minutes later his phone buzzed. He read it out loud:
<Boy, delete my number… but call me later.
Everyone lost it again.
Next round Jada got the lowest card. “Truth,” she said before anyone could ask.
Aaliyah jumped in. “Wildest place you ever fucked. Go.”
Jada didn’t blink. “Back seat of my ex-boyfriend’s Charger at the family cookout last summer. Windows fogged up so bad you couldn’t see in, music blasting to cover the sounds. He had me riding reverse with one hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Almost got caught when my aunt came looking for the ice chest.”
Trey covered his ears dramatically. “I did not need to visualize that, but go off sis.”
Y/N laughed, but the heat crept up her neck. The game was getting hotter and the alcohol made everything feel looser.
Her turn. She flipped a four. “Dare.”
Trey’s grin turned evil. “Send a nude to the group chat right now, crop your face out.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Y’all messy.” She lifted her shirt just enough, angled her phone so the lamp light hit her cleavage perfect, snapped it, cropped her face, and sent before she could chicken out.
The group chat blew up.
Jada: “Whew, okay, body tea.”
Aaliyah: “Chef’s kiss, period.”
Trey: “I’m looking respectfully… damn, Y/N.”
Y/N buried her face in her hands for a second. “Shut up, Trey.”
Aaliyah’s dare was next: a blindfolded lap dance to whoever’s phone she grabbed. She tied a blanket around her eyes and got Trey’s phone. She climbed onto his lap slow and rolled her hips into his. Trey sat frozen, hands gripping the couch, “This is why we don’t do blindfolds no more, girl. Get off me,” while everyone else howled.
Y/N got truth again. Jada leaned in. “Be real. Nastiest thing you let a guy do that you secretly loved?”
Y/N took a long sip. “He held my throat while he ate me out. Not choking, just firm, like he was keeping me right there. I came so hard I saw stars.”
Silence hung for half a second, then Aaliyah whispered, “Damn, that’s hot.”
They passed the bottle for another round when Trey’s phone lit up on the coffee table. He read it and chuckled.
“Erik says he’s five minutes out.”
Jada rolled her eyes but smiled. “Finally. I told his ass to hurry up after work. He been acting brand-new since he got back from the military.”
Aaliyah poured fresh shots and slid one toward Y/N. “He’s been texting me all week, miss the crew, miss the vibes.”
The second Erik’s name dropped, Y/N’s stomach plummeted like someone squeezed her insides and let go. She kept her face neutral, took a slow sip, but her fingers tightened around the glass so hard her knuckles paled.
That night flashed back in sharp pieces. She remembered him sitting in her braiding chair, shirtless, his locs half-done and still a little damp from the wash. They were laughing at some stupid story from back in the day while passing the bottle back and forth. She had been focused on twisting the last few locs, trying to keep her hands steady when she felt the shift. The way his eyes changed, getting darker the moment she leaned back to check her work. Then the kiss happened like something that had been building for years. One minute they were talking, the next her shorts were down around her ankles and his mouth was on her. His hands held her thighs open and the low groan he let out against her skin sounded like he had been waiting for this longer than he would ever admit.
Then the texts the next morning. She left them all on read. Couldn’t face what it meant, that she’d been in love with him quietly for years and one night cracked that wide open. So she ignored him until he stopped trying.
Now he was minutes away.
She could already picture him stepping in. Would he look at her normal? Pretend it never happened? Or would one glance pull everything back?
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They squeezed in one more round to kill time. Jada got dared to moan the name of the last person she hooked up with for fifteen seconds straight. She did it low and dramatic, drawing it out until Trey was cracking up and Aaliyah was covering her face. Then Trey picked truth and had to admit the last time he got head in a car. He told the story with zero shame making everyone laugh until their sides hurt. Y/N picked dare again and had to send a voice note describing how she liked to be touched. She kept it short and the group lost it when they played it back.
The laughs were still echoing when a firm knock sounded at the front door.
Trey hopped up from the floor. “That’s him. I got it.”
He walked over and opened the door. Erik stepped inside carrying two large pizza boxes stacked on top of each other, the smell of hot cheese and pepperoni filling the room right away. Trey took one of the boxes from him with a grin. “My guy, you came through.”
Erik looked too good. His locs were freshly twisted into neat barrels that framed his face perfectly. He had on a crisp black shirt that hugged his muscular arms and chest, the short sleeves showing off the scars on his biceps. A thick gold chain rested against his collarbone and a matching gold watch gleamed on his wrist. Black joggers sat low on his hips and he rocked a fresh pair of Jordans that still looked box-fresh. The whole fit was simple but it hit different on him, like everything he wore was made to remind you exactly who he was.
He greeted everyone with a small smile showing off his gold fronts. “What’s good, y’all?” He gave Jada a quick hug, then Aaliyah, dapping Trey up properly once the pizza was set on the coffee table.
When he got to Y/N he paused for a second. “Long time no see.”
Before she could respond, he pulled her into a hug. It was tighter than the others. His cologne hit her immediately, that woody scent mixed with something fresh that made her head spin. He smelled so good it was almost unfair. As he held her he leaned in close to her ear.
“Missed you, baby. You been ignoring a nigga.”
He gave her one last gentle squeeze before pulling away. Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure everyone could hear it, but she just smiled back trying to play it cool while her stomach did flips all over again.
The group settled back in. Erik dropped down on the floor near the coffee table right across from Y/N. He grabbed a slice of pizza, took a big bite, and leaned back on one elbow.
Jada was already reaching for another slice. “About time you showed up. We were starting to think you got lost.”
Erik chuckled, gold flashing again. “Nah, I had to make sure y’all had something to eat. Can’t have my people starving while y’all out here playing nasty games.”
Aaliyah smirked. “Speaking of nasty games, you just missed some wild shit. But we can catch you up real quick if you want in.”
Erik’s eyes flicked over to Y/N for a brief second before he looked back at the group. “I’m down. What we playing?”
The tension in Y/N’s chest tightened even more as the circle reformed with Erik now sitting right across from her. The night suddenly felt a lot heavier and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could pretend everything was normal.
Y/N tried to focus on the slice of pizza in her hand but her appetite was gone. The cheese tasted like nothing while her mind kept replaying that whisper in her ear and the way his arms had felt around her. Erik settled in across from her on the floor with his legs stretched out casually.
Jada wiped her hands on a napkin and grinned at him. “Truth or dare, Erik?”
Erik took another bite of pizza chewing slowly before he answered. “Truth.”
Trey leaned forward. “Bet. Here’s a good one. What’s the nastiest thing you’ve done to a girl that made her shake so bad she couldn’t walk right after?”
The room got quiet for a second. Erik didn’t even hesitate. He looked straight at Y/N while he answered.
“Last time I was with somebody I really wanted… I had her laid back on the couch after she did my locs. I ate her pussy for so long she came three times back to back. Had her thighs squeezing my head so tight I could barely breathe, but I wasn’t stopping. By the time I was done she was shaking so bad she couldn’t even sit up straight. Had to carry her to the bed.”
He kept his eyes locked on Y/N the entire time he spoke. Y/N could feel the heat rushing to her face. She avoided his gaze completely, staring down at the pizza box like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Her hand tightened around her glass as she brought it to her lips and took a long sip of the Don Julio hoping the burn would distract her from the way her body was reacting. Her thighs pressed together without thinking, memories flooding back so strong she almost choked on the liquor. She could still feel his locs brushing her skin, the way his tongue had moved, the low groans he made like he couldn’t get enough.
Jada let out a low whistle. “Damn, Erik. That’s cold.”
Aaliyah laughed. “Three times? Boy, you wasn’t playing.”
Erik just smirked still watching Y/N even though she refused to look up. “What can I say? When I want something, I take my time with it.”
The air in the room felt thicker now, the game suddenly a lot more dangerous with him sitting right there. Y/N took another sip from her glass trying to steady her breathing while her heart raced. She could feel his eyes on her like he was daring her to look back at him.
Jada clapped her hands once. “Alright, let’s make the next part interesting. We got two honey packs in the kitchen. How about we play a quick round of ‘Never Have I Ever’ with a twist? Whoever has done the thing has to drink. Last person with alcohol left in their cup loses and has to take one of the honey packs.”
Aaliyah’s face lit up. “Yes! I’m down for that.”
Trey laughed and reached for the bottle to top off everyone’s glasses. “Bet. But y’all better not gang up on me. I’m innocent over here.”
Erik smirked. “Innocent? Yeah, okay. Let’s run it. I’m not scared of a little honey.”
Jada hopped up and came back from the kitchen with the two small gold packets placing them right in the middle of the coffee table. “These right here. Loser takes the whole packet. No backing out once the game starts.”
They all raised their glasses and started the round. The questions stayed playful at first.
“Never have I ever had sex in a car,” Aaliyah said.
Trey, Jada, and Erik drank right away. Y/N kept her glass still for that one.
“Never have I ever hooked up with someone I met at the gym,” Trey threw out next.
Jada and Aaliyah drank. Erik took a sip, chuckling.
“Never have I ever gone down on someone in the shower,” Jada said with a grin.
Trey and Erik drank. Y/N sipped once.
“Never have I ever had a one-night stand that turned into something more,” Aaliyah said.
Erik drank again, along with Jada.
“Never have I ever recorded myself having sex,” Trey added.
Erik and Aaliyah drank. Y/N took a small sip feeling the liquor warming her up.
“Never have I ever had sex somewhere I could’ve gotten caught easily,” Jada said.
Everyone except Trey drank that time. The laughs were flowing and the cups were getting lower fast.
After a few more rounds, Trey checked the glasses. “Damn… Erik, you’re the last one with a decent amount left, but after that last one you’re basically empty too. Looks like you lose, bro.”
Jada picked up one of the gold honey packets from the table and waved it in the air. “Rules are rules. Loser takes the whole thing right now.”
Erik leaned forward. “Aight, bet. Hand it over.”
Jada passed him the packet. Erik took it, turning the small gold wrapper over in his fingers while the group watched. He glanced around the circle, then ripped it open with his teeth squeezing the golden liquid onto his tongue like it was nothing. He swallowed it down maintaining eye contact with the group the whole time, but Y/N could feel his gaze linger a little longer when it passed over her.
The room erupted in cheers and laughs. Jada clapped. “That’s my dawg!”
Trey grabbed another slice of pizza. “Now we wait and see what that does to you. This should be entertaining.”
Erik just chuckled low, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he set the empty wrapper on the table. He looked completely unbothered, but Y/N noticed the way his jaw tightened just slightly right after he swallowed. She quickly looked away focusing on her own drink again.
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A couple hours had passed. The pizza boxes were empty and they had moved through Spades, Uno, and were now deep into random drinking games.
Erik had gotten quieter as the night went on. He was still joking with everyone, but he kept shifting his position on the floor.
Trey was dealing the next round when he suddenly paused mid-shuffle. He looked down at Erik’s lap and let out a low chuckle.
“E, you good?” Trey asked nodding toward Erik’s obvious erection straining against his black joggers. “Nigga got a whole tent going on over there.”
The room went quiet for a second.
“Oh shit,” Jada muttered covering her mouth with wide eyes.
Aaliyah burst out laughing and quickly looked away. “Jesus, Erik…”
Erik glanced down at himself then shrugged casually with zero embarrassment. He didn’t try to hide it or close his legs. “Imma handle that later,” he said voice a little deeper than it had been earlier.
As he spoke, his eyes drifted over to Y/N. The look lingered just a second longer than normal before he looked away again. Her thighs pressed together without her meaning to.
Trey smirked. “You sure you don’t need a minute, bro?”
Erik leaned back on one hand. “Nah, I’m straight. We can keep playing.” He adjusted himself once, “This honey just got me real… aware right now.”
Jada shook her head with a grin. “That pack is no joke. You look like you’re ready to pounce on something.”
The group laughed.Erik stayed relaxed on the outside, but his eyes kept finding their way back to Y/N every few minutes.
Y/N stayed quiet focusing on her drink and pretending to laugh along with everyone else. But she could still feel the weight of his attention on her skin like a hand she couldn’t quite brush off.
The game eventually fizzled out as everyone started feeling the effects of the long night and all the shots. Jada stretched and looked around at the mess. “Alright y’all, let’s clean up a little before we get too lazy.”
They all got up slowly, groaning and laughing as they started picking up. Trey gathered the empty pizza boxes and shot glasses while Aaliyah folded blankets and picked up cards from the floor. Jada wiped down the coffee table. Erik helped out too, grabbing a few napkins and empty cups.
After about ten minutes, Erik checked his phone and stood up straight. “I’m gonna head out. Got an early morning tomorrow.”
He started saying his goodbyes, giving everyone a hug. He dapped Trey up first, then pulled Jada into a tight hug rocking her side to side. “Good seeing y’all, for real.” He hugged Aaliyah next.
Then he turned to Y/N.
She stood up trying to keep it casual. Erik stepped in and wrapped his arms around her. The hug lingered. His body felt warm against hers and that same woody cologne wrapped around her again. He held her for a few extra seconds.
Right before he pulled away, he leaned in close to her ear.
“Come through to my crib when you leave here.”
He gave her one last gentle squeeze before stepping back like nothing had happened. He grabbed his keys and headed toward the door. “Catch y’all later. Don’t get too crazy without me.”
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Y/N stood there frozen for a second with Erik’s words echoing in her head. Her stomach felt like it dropped and her thoughts were all over the place. She felt discombobulated.
They continued tidying up the living room completely oblivious to what Erik had just dropped on Y/N before walking out the door.
She bent down to pick up a pillow trying to act normal, but her mind was already spinning with the decision she now had to make.
Y/N helped with the last bit of cleanup tossing a few more cups in the trash and folding one of the blankets. Once everything looked decent, she grabbed her bag and keys.
“Alright y’all, I’m about to head out,” she said. “Thank you for tonight. I had fun.”
She went around giving everyone hugs. Jada squeezed her tight telling her to text when she got home. Aaliyah hugged her next. Trey gave her a big bear hug and kissed the top of her head like the big brother he always acted like.
“Drive safe, Y/N. Love you girl,” he said.
“Love y’all too,” she replied with a small smile before heading out the door.
She wasn’t too drunk. Just nicely buzzed, enough to feel loose but still in control. The night air felt cool on her skin as she walked to her car. Once she got inside she didn’t start the engine right away. She just sat there in the driver’s seat staring out the windshield while replaying everything that happened tonight.
Come through to my crib when you leave here.
She let out a deep breath and rubbed her hands over her face. Was she really about to do this? Go to his house? After she spent months ignoring his texts and trying to bury everything that happened between them? What if it brought all those old feelings rushing back? The ones she swore she had under control?
Just then, her phone buzzed on the passenger seat.
She picked it up and saw a message from Erik. The preview showed a blurred picture. Her thumb hovered for a second before she clicked it open.
It was a photo of Erik. He was still in those black joggers standing in what looked like his bedroom. One of his hands was gripping his thick print through the fabric. The picture was clear enough to see just how big and heavy he was.
Right underneath it the message read:
<I need you.
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She felt a rush of heat flood between her legs, her pussy instantly getting wet. Her thighs pressed together on their own as she stared at the picture.
“Fuck…” she whispered to herself.
That sealed it.
She sat there for a few more seconds. Besides… it’s just going to be one night, she told herself. What’s the worst that could happen?
She started the car, typed Erik’s address into her GPS, and pulled off.
About twenty minutes later Y/N pulled up outside Erik’s house. The drive felt both too long and too short. Her stomach was in knots the entire way.
She parked on the street and sat in the car for a moment staring at his front door. Her hands were slightly shaky as she picked up her phone and typed:
>I’m outside
His reply came back almost instantly.
>It’s opened.
Y/N stared at the message. She took a slow breath trying to steady herself.
It’s just one night, she reminded herself. Just one night.
She grabbed her bag, stepped out of the car, and walked up to his front door. After another deep breath she twisted the knob and stepped inside.
The house was dimly lit with just a couple of lamps on casting a warm glow through the living room. Soft music played from somewhere deeper inside. She closed the door behind her and locked it.
Then Erik appeared from the hallway.
He was shirtless now. His muscular chest and abs were on full display. The scars on his biceps and torso were visible and his joggers sat low on his hips showing the deep V-line leading down.
Erik didn’t say anything else at first. He just walked toward her slowly. When he stopped in front of her, he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
He reached out and gently took her bag from her hand setting it down on the nearby chair without breaking eye contact. Then he stepped even closer, one hand sliding around her waist pulling her body flush against his.
“You drove all the way over here,” he murmured, “after ignoring me for months.”
Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt how hard he still was, the thick outline of his erection pressing against her stomach through his joggers. The honey pack was clearly still working overtime.
“I wasn’t…” she started, but the words got caught in her throat when his other hand came up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.
“You wasn’t what?” he asked tilting his head slightly. “You wasn’t thinking about me? Or you wasn’t ready to admit you missed this too?”
Before she could answer, Erik leaned down and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Y/N melted into him. Her hands instinctively slid up his bare chest feeling the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart.
When he finally pulled back they were both breathing heavier.
“I been thinking about you since that night,” he admitted, forehead resting against hers. “Every time I tried to let it go… I couldn’t. And tonight?” He let out a low chuckle, almost strained. “I need you, Y/N. For real.”
His hands slid down to grip her ass. Y/N let out a shaky breath, her pussy throbbing with need.
Erik kissed her again before trailing his lips to her ear.
“Tell me you want this,” he whispered. “Tell me you’re not about to run out that door.”
She looked up at him. Her voice came out soft but steady.
“I want this,” she whispered. “I’m not running.”
That was all Erik needed.
He kissed her again. One hand stayed on her ass while the other slid up her back and into her hair tilting her head exactly how he wanted. The kiss turned hungry fast.
He walked her backward until her back gently hit the wall. Erik pulled away just enough to look at her.
His hands moved to the hem of her shirt. He peeled it off slowly tossing it somewhere behind him. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he let out a low curse under his breath before leaning down to kiss and suck on her neck trailing wet kisses across her collarbone.
Y/N’s head fell back against the wall, a soft moan slipping out as his mouth found her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling, while his hand squeezed her other breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Y/N’s back pressed against the cool wall as Erik dropped to his knees in front of her like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked up at her with those hooded eyes while he slowly dragged her pants and panties down her legs. He took his time kissing her inner thighs the whole way and sucked lightly on the sensitive skin until she was squirming.
“Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy,” he groaned. He spread her legs wider throwing one over his shoulder so she was completely open for him. “Look at you… already dripping for me.”
He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit licking up all her wetness in one long stroke. Y/N moaned loudly, her hand flying to the top of his head gripping his fresh barrel twists. Erik let out a deep groan against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs tremble.
He didn’t tease for long.
Erik buried his face between her legs like a man starved. His tongue was everywhere licking broad stripes up her pussy, swirling around her swollen clit, then dipping inside her hole to fuck her with it. Wet sounds filled the hallway as he ate her greedily, sucking on her folds, slurping loudly on her juices like he couldn’t get enough.
“Shit, Erik…” Y/N whimpered.
He pulled back just enough to spit on her pussy watching it drip down before diving back in, sucking her clit into his mouth hard. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled against her clit, fingers pumping faster. “Fuck my face. Use my tongue like you been wanting to.”
Y/N’s legs shook as she rode his mouth, grinding against his tongue while he finger-fucked her harder. He added a third finger to stretch her open, the wet squelching sounds getting louder. Erik moaned into her pussy the whole time clearly enjoying every second of it.
He pulled his fingers out for a moment, spread her pussy lips wide with both thumbs, and spat directly on her clit before sucking it back into his mouth with slurping sounds. His tongue flicked rapidly against her swollen nub while he looked up at her.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, voice muffled. “This pussy still mine, ain’t it?”
Y/N could barely answer, just moaned his name like a prayer as her orgasm built fast. Erik could feel it. He locked his arms around her thighs holding her in place so she couldn’t run from the pleasure and attacked her clit with relentless suction and fast flicks of his tongue.
“Cum on my face, baby,” he demanded. “Let me taste how much you missed this dick.”
That pushed her over the edge.
Y/N came hard, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the wall as she cried out. Erik didn’t stop. He kept sucking and licking her through it, moaning loudly like her orgasm was the best thing he’d tasted all night.
Erik finally pulled back, lips and chin shiny with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at her with a satisfied smirk.
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Erik stood up slowly.
“Come here,” he said.
He took her hand and led her over to the couch. The second they reached it, he sat down, legs spread wide, and pulled her down between them so she was on her knees on the floor in front of him. One arm stretched along the back of the couch as he looked at her with that intense stare.
Y/N’s hands shook slightly with anticipation as she reached for the waistband of his joggers. She tugged them down his hips and his thick dick sprang out. The head was already leaking precum, veins prominent along the shaft. He was rock hard from the honey pack and he looked even bigger than she remembered.
“Fuck…” she whispered wrapping her hand around the base. He was so thick her fingers barely met.
Erik let out a low groan, head tilting back for a second before he looked down at her again.
“Go ‘head, baby,” he murmured.
Y/N leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his dick all the way up to the tip licking up the bead of precum that had formed. She swirled her tongue around the head before wrapping her lips around it and sucking gently.
“Shit… just like that,” Erik groaned, one hand sliding into her hair.
She took more of him into her mouth, sucking him deeper, her tongue working the underside of his shaft. He was so thick it made her jaw ache in the best way. She bobbed her head taking him as far as she could using her hand to stroke what didn’t fit.
Erik’s grip tightened in her hair. “Fuck, your mouth feels good. You been thinking about this dick, huh?”
Y/N moaned around him in response sucking harder, saliva dripping down his shaft as she worked him sloppily. The wet sounds filled the room.
“That’s it… choke on it,” he growled with hips lifting slightly to push deeper into her mouth. “Get it real wet for me. I want you drooling all over this dick.”
She did exactly that. Spit ran down her chin as she sucked him messily, hollowing her cheeks, twisting her hand around the base while she focused on the sensitive head. Erik’s breathing got heavier.
He looked down at her, eyes half-lidded. “Look at you… on your knees sucking me like you missed this shit. You do miss it, don’t you?”
Y/N pulled off just long enough to catch her breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to his dick. “Yes…” she breathed before diving back down taking him even deeper and gagging softly as the head hit the back of her throat.
“Fuuuck,” Erik hissed, his hand guiding her head as he slowly fucked her mouth. “Just like that. Keep gagging on it. I love that shit.”
She worked him eagerly. Spit dripped down onto his balls and she reached down to massage them earning a deep moan from him.
Erik’s abs flexed every time she took him deep. His breathing got heavier as he got closer.
Erik groaned deeply. “Fuck… get up here.”
He pulled her off his dick with a wet pop and yanked her up onto the couch. In one motion he sat back against the cushions and pulled her on top of him. His spit-slick dick rested hard against her stomach as he gripped her hips.
“Ride me,” he demanded. “I want this pussy right now.”
Y/N didn’t hesitate. She reached between them, wrapped her hand around his heavy dick, and lined him up with her dripping entrance. She rubbed the fat head up and down her wet folds a few times before slowly sinking down.
“Fuuuuck…” she moaned as he stretched her open.
Erik’s head fell back against the couch.“Goddamn, this pussy tight as hell. Keep going, baby. Take all this dick.”
She worked herself down until her ass was flush against his thighs. The feeling was overwhelming. Y/N let out a shaky whimper adjusting to his size while her walls clenched around him.
Erik gripped her ass with both hands to spread her open. “That’s it. Look at you swallowing my whole dick. Now ride it.”
Y/N started moving. The wet squelching sounds were loud as she lifted up and slammed back down as her juices coated his dick and dripped down his balls.
“Shit, just like that,” Erik groaned watching where they were connected. “Look how wet you got my dick. You been needing this, haven’t you?”
“Yes…” she moaned picking up the pace. She braced her hands on his chest and started bouncing harder, ass clapping against his thighs with every drop.
“Fuck me back,” she gasped.
Erik smirked as he gripped her hips tighter and started fucking up into her hard. The couch creaked under them as he pounded into her pussy.
“This what you been ignoring?” he growled eyes locked on her bouncing tits. “This dick been waiting on you and you was playing games.”
He sat up suddenly as he wrapped one arm around her waist and sucked hard on her nipple while he fucked her senseless. Y/N cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him faster grinding her clit against him with every thrust.
Erik pulled back just enough to look at her face. “Ride this dick like you sorry. Show me how much you missed it.”
Y/N started bouncing harder. Her pussy was creaming all over his dick. Erik groaned loudly, one hand slapping her ass hard before gripping it again.
“Goddamn, you soaking me, baby. This pussy talking to me and everything.”
He leaned back again letting her take control. Y/N rode him like she was possessed.
Erik’s abs flexed with every thrust. “Keep fucking me just like that. I want this pussy to remember who it belongs to.”
But right as his breathing started getting ragged and his grip tightened, he suddenly sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and stood up with her still on his dick.
Y/N gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her down the hallway like she weighed nothing.
He kicked open the bedroom door, tossed her onto the bed, and flipped her over roughly.
“Face down, ass up,” he ordered. “Now.”
Y/N arched her back quickly pressing her chest into the mattress and lifting her ass high for him. Erik smacked her ass hard.
“This what you made me wait for?” he growled. He smacked her ass harder this time watching it jiggle. “Months of ignoring my fucking texts… acting like this pussy wasn’t mine.”
He lined his dick up with her dripping hole and slammed in deep in one thrust.
“Fuuuuck!” Y/N cried out gripping the sheets.
Erik didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her, his balls slapping against her clit with every punishing stroke.
“This my pussy,” he grunted smacking her ass again. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she moaned loudly pushing back against him.
He gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her even harder.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled. “Who the fuck does this pussy belong to?”
“It’s yours, Erik!” she cried out. “It’s your pussy!”
“That’s right,” he snarled smacking her ass repeatedly. “You been keeping my shit away from me. Now take this dick like you owe me.”
He fucked her mercilessly. The bed creaked loudly under them. Y/N’s moans turned into broken whimpers as he hit that spot over and over.
Erik reached down and rubbed her clit while still pounding into her. “You better cum on this dick. Right now. Don’t hold that shit.”
The combination of his aggressive strokes, the sting from his smacks, and his fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge fast.
“I’m cumming!” she screamed as her pussy clamped down hard around him gushing wetly as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Fuck yes,” Erik groaned fucking her through it. “That’s my good girl. Cream all on this dick.”
He kept thrusting through her orgasm for a few more strokes before he suddenly pulled out with a wet sound. He stroked his dick fast aiming at her back.
“Shit— I’m about to nut,” he growled.
Thick ropes of cum shot across her back in heavy spurts. Erik moaned loudly as he emptied himself, painting her skin from her shoulder blades all the way down to the curve of her ass. He kept stroking until every drop was out.
“Fuck…” he panted looking down at the mess he made on her.
He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck softly.
“Don’t move,” he murmured.
He got up and walked to the bathroom. Y/N heard the sink running for a few seconds before he returned with a warm cloth. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped her back cleaning his cum off her skin with gentle strokes. The warm cloth felt soothing against her skin.
Once he was done he tossed the cloth toward the hamper and gently flipped her over onto her back. He laid down beside her pulling her into his chest. Y/N curled up against him, one leg draped over his, her head resting on his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breath.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing slowly settling. Erik’s hand rubbed slow circles on her back while her fingers traced patterns over his scars.
After a couple minutes, Y/N let out a soft laugh.
“So… that honey pack really had you acting different tonight,” she teased. “I thought you were gonna tear my ass up.”
Erik chuckled lowly. “That shit had me gone. I was trying to behave in front of everybody, but my dick had other plans.”
Y/N smiled against his skin relaxing further into him.
The silence returned for a little while before Erik spoke again.
“…Why you been ignoring me, Y/N?”
Y/N froze for a second her fingers stopping their movement. She stayed quiet as she stared at the ceiling.
He waited patiently still rubbing her back.
She finally let out a shaky breath.
“I got scared,” she admitted softly. “That night… it felt like too much. I’ve liked you for years, Erik. Like, really liked you. And when we crossed that line, it hit me how deep it was. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just… shut down. Ignoring you felt safer than admitting how I felt.”
She paused.
“I thought if I ignored it long enough, the feelings would go away. But they didn’t.”
Erik was quiet for a moment, processing her words. Then he tightened his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“I wish you would’ve told me that instead of disappearing on me,” he said gently. “I’m not mad at you for being scared. But I need you to talk to me next time. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ve been feeling you for a long time too.”
He tilted her chin up so she could look at him.
“I’m not perfect, and I know I got a lot going on with adjusting back to civilian life… but I want this. I want you. We don’t gotta rush or put a label on it right now if you not ready. But I’m done with the ignoring part. If you scared, tell me. If you need space, tell me. Just don’t shut me out again. Aight?”
Y/N searched his eyes for a second, then nodded slowly, feeling some of the weight lift off her chest.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I won’t shut you out again.”
Erik gave her a small smile and pulled her closer before kissing her forehead.
“Good. Now bring your ass closer and let me hold you properly.”
She smiled softly and snuggled deeper into his chest, finally relaxing as his arms wrapped around her tightly. The silence that followed felt peaceful this time.
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Whewww, I know I was supposed to post this earlier but college had me super busy 😭 I’m finally on summer break now, so I should be able to upload consistently!
