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We instantly found a rhythm, bobbing into each other in a flow that could pale beside no other. He was gentle with me, one hand stroking my hair, with the other streaming up and down my arm as he made out with me.

He groaned his pleasure into my mouth, igniting my lust. Instinctively, my hands reached up and touched his chest, fingers slightly shifting to feel it. He smirked against my lips, pulling away to grin at me. I smiled, planting a kiss on those pearly whites.

I kissed him this time, now deepening it, sliding my tongue through his lips just to feel him suck on it. Our pacing increased and our touching grew with it.

With him between my thighs, I felt something poking at me. When I looked down, he pressed it against me, sucking on my neck as he grinded his stiff cock against mine.

I huffed into the air, allowing the pleasure to engulf me.

He trailed his lips up to my ear, leaving a trace of tingles, to whisper a breathy, "You ever made love before, Jude?"

"Yeah," I returned.

"Nuh just sex, eh? I mean love."

"Oh... then no."

He held my chin and made me face him. Staring down-nose at me, he asked, "Is wa you say dey? Yuh never did?"

"I never did."

He smirked. "Wii, so I'm competing with your imagination?"

I scoffed. "I guess."

"Hmm... normal." He went back to my ears to whisper, "Watch me supersede it." And he did.

He held me and kissed me and then stripped me of all my clothes. Brown eyes observed every crevice of my skin, exposing my flaws under his honey-coloured lights–honey-coloured lights that were a complement to his skin–skin that shone opulent with majesty. I braced myself up on my elbows and watched him remove his own clothes to fully reveal his toned physique.

He hovered over me now, adorning my body with kisses and hickeys, before he prepared my body for his love. He used his fingers and his tongue to stroke and tease me until the craving grew to such a vicious extent that it felt insatiable.

He stroked back my hair, eyes making contact with mine as he eased himself inside me. I clutched the sheets and groaned, prompting him to linger at my ear. "Just breathe, baby, breathe," he soothed in his husky Jamaican accent. "You're okay."

I felt him fill up my inner walls and my body shudder as the agony ripped through my soul. I gripped onto his arms, nails digging into his flesh. When that did nothing to quell the pain, my nails resorted to his back, leaving marks of my own.

He groaned. "Just tell mi wuh you wa." His voice was soft and slow. "Yuh need fi leh mi know if yuh wa mi take it slow or stop—"

"No, don't–don't... stop," I managed, biting into my bottom lip. "Continue. You're good—really good."

He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead before sliding the rest of his dick inside me. I gasped and he groaned. Even with my blurry vision, I could see the way his jaws clenched and his eyes shut as the sensations rippled through him.

From there, it was pure bliss, feeling our bodies intertwine, venturing into positions I never thought were possible. We cuddled and kissed and made sweet, sweet love; never stopping for a moment to pleasure each other. He neglected not an inch of my body, sucking and kissing me until my entire body was pulsing from his touch.

I climbed on top of him and rode him, observing that smirk and that though he was below and looking up at me, he was still dominant—still somehow in control. It was all in the eyes. I admired him now, watching how he looked even better dishevelled as I neared my peak.

He grabbed me by the neck suddenly and pulled me to his face. I felt his hot breath waft in my face as he said, "We gon cum in sync."

I smiled at this and continued picking up my pace. He tightened his grip around my neck and grunted as he stared at me with those commanding eyes. I raised my chin, feeling his grip lessen until it slid down my chest. I looked down, seeing my cum on his chest and feeling his cum in me.

There was a beat.

"One more time," he muttered, still panting. I nodded with a smile.

★・・・・・・★

He had a balcony that overlooked the city. It was beautiful, decorated like a romantic suite in Paris. Up to the waist, red roses and thick greenery embraced the black metal bars. It was strange because it was so thick that I could stroll out, butt-naked, without fear of my exposure, yet I could lean against the top without feeling a thorn tear into my flesh. Dante had it well-maintained.

I leaned off the railing and instead rested against the door frame. He was braced up against his headboard on his bed, wrapping some weed. He licked the paper and rolled it up before approaching me. With his arm braced up above me with the spliff in it, he gazed down at me, lifting my chin to kiss me. I smiled instead and returned to the railing, enjoying the night air.

I heard him shuffle around and then flick a lighter on. I even heard the hiss of its burn as he took a drag. He came behind me and held my waist. I wanted to ask him if he really wanted to do it again but only managed to muffle my scream with my hand as he shoved his erect cock inside me.

He pounded me right then and there. The tears in my eyes from the pleasure turned the city lights into watery glimmers as I struggled to contain my moans. My grip tightened on the railing, granting some of the thorns to have their fun, but I didn't care. This wasn't like the love he had made to me earlier. This was rough and hard and fast, and the last thing I wanted was to stop.

First, there was pain. Then there was pleasure. And now, I gave both back. I looked back at him to see his abs tensing with every thrust, blunt dangling out of his mouth, and hands on my waist to arch my back further. I caught his neck, driving him to fuck me harder with my guidance. His brows jutted up, stunned, before he took the blunt from his mouth and flicked it off the balcony. He then grabbed my waist with both hands and rammed himself into me over and over again. He eventually slowed his pace, but only to thrust himself deeper and harder into me.

He bit his bottom lip with a grin that flashed me those perfect teeth. God, he was so fucking hot.

He then pulled out, but before I could question it, he spun me around and picked me up. He slammed me against the open door and railed me against it. I bobbed up and down, a moaning mess with my hands on his shoulders. I tried anything to steady myself, but with him, it was easy to just let go and let him have his way.

★・・・・・・★

I lay against his chest in the bathtub, my head at the crevice of his neck. He stroked my jaw as we bathed in the lukewarm water and the accompanying silence. Life felt so much lighter in his presence. It was as if his aura itself satiated me.

"Can I ask you a stupid question?" I asked suddenly.

"Mi nuh really believe in dem ting innuh."

"What thing?"

"Stupid questions."

"Oh..."

"Wuh it is though?"

Was it genuinely a stupid question? Yes. He met me at the bar for Godsake, we were yet to have a single conversation, yet he behaved as if we had been lovers for aeons. "Do you do this type of stuff with all your hookups?"

"Of course."

I raised my head and furrowed my brows at him. "Of course?"

He shrugged. "Yeah."