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Ni knew how to break me down and make me give her what she wanted. My dick jerked in my hand like it wanted to fall right inside her. My heart was beatin’ fast, listenin’ to her moans get louder the closer she came to cummin’. Her toes curled, and her back arched off the bed. I knew she was almost there.

“Stop,” I said, climbin’ on the bed.

She didn’t stop, testin’ me to see if I was gon’ let her cum. I gripped her hands and dragged her closer. I lifted her hand to my mouth, lickin’ all that sweet shit off.

“You don’t listen.”

My hand wrapped around her throat, kissin’ her lips, lettin’ her taste herself. She moaned into my mouth, slidin’ her tongue against mine like she wanted more. My lips dragged across her face, down her neck, and all the way to her titties. Ni was so impatient that she was pressin’ her titties in my face like I wasn’t gon’ put them in my mouth. As soon as my lips wrapped around her nipple, she sank into the bed and wrapped her legs around me, grindin’ her pussy against me. Ni was on one tonight.

I gripped her thighs and pushed them back, kissin’ down to her stomach. Her chest rose fast, hands grippin’ the sheets, lookin’ down at me between her thighs. I kissed her clit once, and her hips jerked forward, chasin’ my mouth. I kissed it again, and she whined. When I kissed it for the third time, her legs shook.

“Juvie… I need it!” she begged again.

Then I kissed it again. She gripped the back of my head, holdin’ me there. I let her, suckin’ her clit between my lips. She held the back of my head with both of her hands, grindin’ into my face with her mouth hung wide open. I sucked her clit deeper between my lips, and she cried out, thighs clamped over my ears.

“Oh, my God!”

I pried her legs open, flickin’ my tongue back and forth, lappin’ up every drop. If I had hair, Ni would have pulled my shit from the root with the grip she had on my head. I wrapped my arm around her waist so she couldn’t get away, and slid two fingers inside her pussy, feelin’ the way her body broke down. My mouth clamped down over her clit, slurpin’. Her walls clenched my fingers, pullin’ them deeper.

“I’m ’bout to cum!” she cried out, back archin’ deep.

I felt it before it hit her, and I dragged it right out. She came, scratchin’ my back and screamin’ my name. Her body was still shakin’, but I wasn’t done wit’ her ass. She wanted to get fucked, and I was gon’ give her what she asked for. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and sat up slow, starin’ down at her.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Ni. You tired?”

She lay there, sprawled out like she couldn’t take no more, but I ain’t give a fuck about none of that. I dragged her closer, pinned her legs back, and slid inside her, slow and deep. She inhaled sharp and fast when I reached the bottom. In and out, I stroked that pussy. She was glazin’ my dick, creamin’ all over my shit.

“Fuck, baby! It’s deep… Please,” she whimpered, clenchin’ my arms.

That ain’t do shit but make me flip her ass over. I lifted her hips in the air, and her face hit the mattress. Ni acted like she ain’t have no fight left in her. I wrapped her locs around my hand and slid inside. Her walls pulled me in, chokin’ my dick.

She swung her arm around, tryna make me pull back. “I can’t!”

I gripped her hand, holdin’ it. “Nah… Don’t start that cryin’ shit. This what you wanted. Hold that shit open.”

She gripped both her ass cheeks, spreadin’ them. Her ass was clappin’ loud. She was so wet, my whole stomach was slippery.

“Good ass pussy.” I groaned, smackin’ her ass and watchin’ it ripple like waves. “Throw that shit back, Ni. Make this dick nut all in that pussy!”

When she started throwin’ it back, I knew it was over for me. I only had ten good strokes left. I dropped her hair and held her waist, hoping she’d cum before me. I felt my nut buildin’ in my balls.

“Shiiit, Ni. Gimme that.”

Her walls clamped down on me, and she came. I couldn’t hold it no more. With the grip I had on her waist, I knew she would have bruises tomorrow. I stroked deeper, tryna prolong my nut, but it came anyway. Ni’s walls gripped me, draggin’ out every drop. I fell beside her, breathin’ heavily with my eyes closed. Hearin’ Ni laugh made me crack my eyes open.

“You were thinking about her the whole time, huh?”

“Man, shut the fuck up, Niema. I just fucked you, and you already on bullshit.”

She smiled, starin’ at me like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “So, you’re mad at me now? You can’t even hide it. I know you, and you don’t ever fuck me like that. It’s okay.”

I rolled out of bed, grabbed my robe, and went straight to my office. When I clicked on the light, I realized Ni had decorated in there. Black art hung from the walls. Deep greens and browns. She took this playin’ house shit so seriously that I think she was startin’ to believe it was real. A portrait of my muva hung right behind my desk between two shelves. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

One thing I knew was that Ni was intentional about everything. Havin’ this picture of my muva hangin’ on the wall could be her way of softenin’ me up or makin’ me straighten up. Either way you turn it, that shit didn’t sit right with me. I dropped into my chair and opened my laptop. The first thing that popped up was an email.

Yusef Scott

The email body was blank, but it had three attachments. I clicked the first attachment, and every piece of irritation I had with Ni disappeared. The second one made me sit up straighter. My legs bounced nonstop under my desk while I stared at the picture. By the third, my chest felt like somebody had kicked my shit in. Yusef ain’t type one fuckin’ word, and he didn’t need to. The message was clear.