There’s my girl. A deep chuckle eased from his lips, his dick hard and throbbing at her quip. With one hand firmly holding hers, his other slid to rest on the curve above the base of her spine. The satin material of her blouse felt cool and sensual to the touch and so utterly feminine. As Andre escorted her to the door, he caressed counter-clockwise circles just above her round, luscious ass just the way he knew turned her on. Go ahead, Jenn. Think you’re in control. Brazenly he slipped his hand lower and squeezed. Who’s in control now? he thought, his lips curving upward at her sharp intake of breath.
Chapter 25
Jennifer
Butterflies backflipped in her belly as a muscular arm tucked her snuggly beside him and guided her down Thames Street. Standing only 5'1", Jennifer felt every inch a woman as she was swallowed up underneath the wide berth of Andre’s shoulders. They walked along the cobblestones and past The Literary Ladies Book Nook and Café, the twinkle lights sparkling to show off a recent display of bestsellers. Only a few storefronts down, they turned the corner to the backside of the buildings. Jennifer reached up, her fingers dancing over the sinewy muscled forearm draped around her shoulders as they approached the front door leading to the second-floor apartments above. A slight pout crossed her lips, followed by a faint grumble of protest as Andre shifted his arm off her shoulders.
“Patience, Blue Eyes,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “We’re almost there.”
As Andre maneuvered the key into the lock, Jennifer looped her arms around his waist, purposefully pressing her breasts against his back. Andre’s deep moan of appreciation was all the encouragement she needed. With both hands, she smoothed her palms up and down Andre’s well-defined biceps, a buzz of anticipation stinging through her core as the door clicked open. “Convenient location, huh?”
“Couldn’t tell you. There’s only been one woman I wanted to bring up here and it took me several painfully long years to get you here,” Andre answered, dismissing her smart-ass remark as he began to climb the stairs.
Only me? Jennifer followed directly behind him, hope and disbelief battling with her mind. Look at him. Nearly salivating, she bit her bottom lip, admiring his ass. After countless hours the man spent in the gym, his body was pure perfection. Andre Jenkins could have any woman he wanted in his bed—in fact, he had. Stop! Jennifer reprimanded herself as they neared the top of the staircase. This is nothing more than physical. Why did you even go there anyway? Why bait him into saying something to piss you off? It’s happening. We’re going to fuck and get this tension out of our systems once and for all.
NOT WAITING FOR AN invitation, Jennifer slipped past Andre and through the door of the studio apartment. She did a quick once-over of her surroundings, eagerly seeking out the bed. A faint pink hue drew her attention to the window, the neon sign from the liquor store across the street flashing through the slit of the blinds. Beneath the window, was the neatly made king-sized bed, its black and gray comforter typical of Andre’s minimalist style.
Excitement jolted through her at the click of the dead bolt coming from behind her. Adrenaline pumping, Jennifer stepped further into the room. A rush of air escaped her lips as strong hands clamped around her waist, halting her progress and thrusting her back flush to his solid chest. “Wait for me.” Andre’s deep voice held an air of authority.
“What if I don’t want to wait?” Jennifer challenged, her nipples puckering as his fingers skimmed over her shoulders, down the length of her neck, and stilled above the top button of her blouse.
Overheated, she arched her neck, delighting in his velvet mouth as it brushed her cheek, his hot breath tickling her ear. Slowly, he began to unbutton her blouse. “Too bad,” he said as cool air dusted her skin.
Goosebumps rose along her flesh as Andre’s fingertips, roughened by years of manual work and hours at the gym, lingered above the swell of her breasts. Jennifer craned her neck back, his palm fondling its newfound treasure. “You have amazing tits,” he said, nipping her earlobe with his teeth.
Lost in a swirl of sensation, Jennifer jumped as her handbag slipped from her shoulder to thud loudly onto the floor. Her blouse quickly following as it floated down beside it.
“Let me see those beautiful breasts,” Andre whispered as he turned her to face him. He took a step back, just far enough for his lust-filled eyes to roam over her body.
Jennifer jutted out her chin, wetness forming between her thighs as he took his fill. “Like what you see?”
Andre’s tongue flicked out, brushing over his plump, full lips. “I love what I see. You’re sexier than a Victoria’s Secret model dressed in that lacy bra and thong. Those women have nothing on you.” As if to prove a point, his hand moved down to cup his straining erection.
Her gaze darted to his crotch. “I have a cure for that.”
“You damn well better.” Andre stepped forward, reaching out to pull her against him. “It’s the least you can do since you’re responsible for it.”
“Kiss me,” Jennifer demanded, craning her neck up to look at him.
“Gladly,” he groaned, fisting a handful of her auburn hair to gently tug her head back. At the same time, his other arm tightened around her, crushing her breasts against his chest. He bent down, his mouth slamming down over hers, urging her lips to part with his tongue. He tasted of beer and reeked of desire. Jennifer panted as his mouth moved lower to paint a trail of kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking out to lick at the hollow of her neck.
His hand found her breasts, fondling and kneading her. She shoved him closer, faint mewling sounds rolling uncontrollably from her lips, and whimpered as he pinched a budded tip. Overcome with passion, Jennifer pushed her hands against Andre’s muscular torso. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Temporarily escaping his embrace, she backed a few inches away to step out of one stiletto and then the other. Her bare feet planted onto the floor, Jennifer smiled slyly and cupped her palms over her lace push-up bra to tease him.
Andre stood rooted before her, his hands clenched at each side looking as if he were completely captivated by her spell. A thrill coursed through Jennifer as she slid her hands behind her back, seeking out the zipper of her skirt.
A deep guttural sound erupted from Andre’s chest. “Yes, take the bra off. Show me those gorgeous tits.”
Jennifer shook her head. “Patience,” she said, mocking his earlier words. Her arms dropped from behind her back and traced over the waistband of her skirt. “You promised me a night I wouldn’t regret,” she taunted.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he said, his jaw twitching.
She shrugged, not bothering to answer as she wiggled her hips, slowly rolling the skirt down her thighs and allowing it to land in a heap around her ankles.
“No...no...no.” She wagged a finger in the air as Andre stepped forward. “I paid a fortune for this lingerie. It would be a shame if you didn’t take a moment to enjoy looking at it.” She struck a pose, preening before him in her matching purple bra and thong.
“Money well spent,” he stated before rearing forward to suck one perky nipple between his teeth while his hands moved around her back, unsnapping her bra. “You’re so fucking hot,” he hissed as he shoved the bra straps from her shoulders, her breasts spilling out from the confines. “A man can only take so much temptation.”
Without warning, he yanked her off her feet and swung her securely over his shoulder.
A high-pitched shriek escaped her lips as desire jolted through her. Andre strode to the bed and tossed her atop the mattress. “I’m going to fuck you deep and hard,” he said, ripping the waistband of her thong from around her hips and throwing the flimsy fabric onto the floor.
“Promise?” Jennifer asked in wide-eyed anticipation as Andre lowered onto his knees.
“Promise,” he said and grasped each of her ankles, tugging her to the edge of the mattress so her legs dangled over the side of the bed. He maneuvered his torso between her thighs. “These stay on,” he s
aid, his fingertip painting the delicate lace that trimmed the top of her thigh-highs. He lifted each of her legs over each of his shoulders and slipped his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her up to his mouth. Instantly, her legs fell open wide as his tongue flicked out over her clit.
“Oh...God,” she moaned, struggling onto her elbows in her desperation to watch. Dear Lord, how she’d missed him going down on her.
Dark eyes peered up, his mouth stilling momentarily. “Sweetheart, I already knew you were spicy but somehow, you’ve gotten even more damn delicious.” His words were quickly muffled as he returned to eating her out.
“Fuck...oh...fuck,” Jennifer cried out, collapsing back onto her shoulders. Mercilessly, Andre slid two fingers inside of her using them to finger fuck her as his mouth greedily sucked at her clit. “Holy fuck,” Jennifer screamed as a third finger found her anus, circling her taboo hole. She tossed her head back and forth, fisting the comforter as her body erupted. At the top of her lungs, she screamed out her orgasm.
Chapter 26
Andre
“Don’t move.” Andre smirked, licking Jennifer’s sticky juices from his lips as her legs dropped from around his shoulders. “I’ll be right back,” he informed her as he rose off the floor.
Breasts heaving, Jennifer obeyed, one arm listlessly stretched across her chest. Her lips parted, fighting to regain her breath. Damn! She’s gorgeous. Her porcelain skin was flushed a pretty pink and her auburn hair wound around her head in an unruly halo, a few damp strands stuck to the beads of perspiration that had formed along her hairline.
Her eyelids fluttered open, her neck rolling to the side. Still glazed over with the aftermath of seduction, her almond-shaped eyes watched as Andre lifted his arms and he drew his T-shirt over his head. Fuck. He began to salivate as her fingers leisurely journeyed to her breasts. Casually, she played with a puckered peach tip, rolling and pinching it between her fingertips. Eager to replace her fingertips with his mouth, Andre unbuttoned his jeans, yanked at the zipper, and shoved them down to the floor. Hard and erect, his penis strained beneath his cotton briefs, aching with a need only she could satisfy. Swiftly, he tugged them down, freeing his pulsing cock. His raging hard-on made it difficult to walk as he neared the side of the bed.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, gripping his rigid shaft to stroke it up and then down.
Those beautiful aqua-blue eyes he’d fallen in love with years ago widened. “No,” she whispered, her head moving from side to side in defiance.
“No?” Andre took a few more steps, stopping when his kneecaps made contact with the bedframe.
Jennifer bolted upright and braced her palms against his chest. Unabashed, she leaned forward and rubbed her cheeks over his crotch. Heavy-lidded, she peered up at him through thick dark lashes. “No,” she whispered, closing her lips around the head of his cock.
“On your hands and knees,” Andre rasped out, finding it nearly impossible to think as she took him deeper into her mouth and began to suck. Determined to have her beneath him, he repeated himself, “I said get on your knees.”
A loud pop resounded as she pulled his cock from her mouth. “As you wish,” she answered submissively and ever so slowly, turned her back to him. Balancing on all fours, she lifted her glorious, rounded ass temptingly in the air, her boobs swaying as she gyrated her hips in wanton invitation.
Andre chuckled as she startled at the touch of his finger, his nail scratching down the length of her spine. “Good girl.” He kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, pressing each cheek apart. His knee wedged between her legs, spreading them further apart.
He lowered his head, running his nose along her slit. Jennifer gasped, pushing her ass back against his face while he suckled and licked the length of her sweet, wet pussy lips. “Please,” she begged.
Andre savored the thick, sticky juices that flowed freely down her inner thigh, stopping briefly to ask, “Do you want me to put my cock in your pussy?”
Another guttural sound of pleasure was Jennifer’s answer as her knees began to buckle.
Reluctantly, Andre rose to loom above her. He forked his fingers through her matted hair, pulling it off her back. With the locks twisted firmly into a makeshift ponytail, he wrenched her head back. “I asked you a question. Do you want me to fill you with my cock?”
“Yes,” she breathed, yielding to his mastery.
Clawing at her hips, Andre thrust his cock into her tight mound. “So fucking tight,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Oh my God,” Jennifer screamed, her boobs bouncing as Andre started to fuck her, fast and hard as promised. He covered her body with his, pounding into her with wild abandon. His arm slid to her front, his fingers groping at her breast, cupping and squeezing it roughly while his other hand caressed her stomach and then moved to stroke her clit. A primal, animal-like sound ripped through the room, her pussy walls clenching and pulsing around his cock as she climaxed.
“Damn, Blue Eyes. You feel so good,” Andre bit out as his body shuttered, unable to pull out as a stream of warm sticky cum shot off inside of her. Spent, he dropped his head, burying his nose into her hair. “You’re mine. Always was. Always will be.”
Chapter 27
Jennifer
“You’re mine,” Jennifer thought, alarmed by Andre’s words. A mass of hot gooiness seeped into her core, the excess streaming down the length of Jennifer’s inner thigh. “You’re mine. Always was. Always will be.” On all fours, her body went rigid, her arms shaking from Andre’s massive weight as his body convulsed around her. Who the fuck does he think he is? That bastard lost his right to claim me the day he fucked Rosalyn Spears.
“Shit, Blue Eyes,” he said, his words slurred and dreamy. His arms tightened around her, wrapping her tightly to his chest, suffocating her as aftershocks pulsed through his cock, still buried deep inside of her. “That”—he gasped for air—“was incredible. You...are...fucking amazing.”
Lost in the moment, neither of them had taken the time to use a condom. “Get off of me,” Jennifer said, peering at the headboard through her sweaty bangs. She clutched at the comforter, anchoring her body on all fours, her fingers twisting into the heavy cotton comforter now mussed and wrinkled beneath them. Solid muscle, Andre’s torso wrapped listlessly over her back. “You weigh a fucking ton,” she panted as she struggled to free herself.
The scent of sex shrouded them, the heavy air weighing her down with their recklessness. Soft lips brushed the back of her neck, scalding her skin with the heat of his breath. “Relax,” Andre cooed, nipping at her shoulder as he gently attempted to still her. “Let me hold you. It’s been too long.”
“You. Asshole.” Jennifer bucked beneath him, rage igniting inside of her. “Get the hell off of me, you jerk!” With a grunt, she tore her elbow loose from his embrace and with all her might, thrust it backward.
“What the hell—” Andre breathed out as her elbow connected with his ribs.
“You got what you wanted,” Jennifer shrieked. “Now take you filthy hands off of me, you big brute.”
Immediately, he released his hold, his arms going limp by his side. Jennifer tumbled forward, landing face-first into the mattress. “Blue Eyes?” Andre questioned, confusion lacing the words.
“Don’t you fucking call me Blue Eyes,” Jennifer barked, scrambling off the bed. She grabbed her blouse from the floor, yanking her arms through the sleeves. Inside out, she clutched the fabric together over her breasts. “I won’t take part in any of your sick, twisted games.”
“There you go again. Doing what you do best.” He rose from the bed, his lips drawn tight. “You’re going to run again.”
“Don’t psychoanalyze me, Andre.” Jennifer forked her fingers through her thick, tussled hair. “We fucked, Andre. That’s it. I didn’t give you a right to try to claim me.”
Confusion etched his face. “Claim you?” he repeated. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“No fucking co
ndom, Andre!” she hissed, jamming her foot into a stiletto. She grabbed her purse from the floor and stormed clumsily to the door.
“Jenn,” Andre said with a no-nonsense tone. “Stop. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh yes, I am,” she barked back. A huge hand slapped down over hers, halting her from turning the dead bolt.
“What kind of shit was that?” She pulled her hand away from his, an inferno of rage burning wildly inside her. “Didn’t you learn your lesson with Michael?” she lashed out viciously.
Large, beefy fingers crushed her forearm, roughly forcing her to turn and face him. Dark eyes bore through her. She jutted her chin, refusing to acknowledge that his obvious fury unnerved her. What the hell am I thinking? Michael’s a child. Not a weapon. It didn’t matter what she’d been thinking. She’d hit her mark and that was all that mattered.
“Low blow. Even for you,” Andre said through gritted teeth. “This isn’t about my son and you sure as hell know it.”
“Of course, it’s about him!” Jennifer screeched, throwing her hands to the sky. “Everything, Andre, is about Rosalyn’s and your son.”
A vein bulged along the side of his neck, his jaw clenched. Jennifer swallowed having never seen Andre look so furious. He’s going to kill me. Her eyes lowered, stopping to watch as his fingers clenched and unclenched at his sides. I’ve finally pushed him too far.
Shoulders squared, Andre stood rooted and gloriously naked before her. His thick cock hung to the side, gracing one sculpted thigh. A thrill jolted through her center, heat pooling in her belly. Sick. Something’s seriously wrong with me, Jennifer chastised herself, unable to stop herself from a visual journey of his body. His stomach was chiseled, each muscle clearly defined, his pecs begged to be touched, the nipples taut and perky. Dear God, his body is sheer perfection. She sucked on her bottom lip, biting at it as she grew freakishly turned on by Andre’s dominant power. Who better to put me out of my misery? Jennifer thought as an image of Andre wrapping his large, masculine hands around her neck played in her mind.
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