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She glanced up at him, heat blooming in her cheeks.

“I don’t know. A dance… or something.” He smirked.

“Well, why don’t you?”

Her laugh bubbled out before she could stop it.

“Boy, please. I got two left feet. They used to clown me and say I had all this ass and couldn’t move none of it.” Najee raised a brow. “Wait. You telling me Jackie Brown can’t twerk?”

“I can’t,” she grinned, spinning around slightly so she was straddling his lap now, facing him. The movement made her dress shift even lower, just barely clinging to her hips.

His breath caught just a little. But he didn’t stop her.

“This place fancy as hell,” she said, peering around.

“Don’t strike me as the type that got lemon pepper wings, huh?”

He smiled again, this time lazy and warm.

“Nah. No wings on the menu. But if you want some, I’ll get you some.”

Her brows lifted. “For real?”

“Where you want them from?” he asked like it was nothing.

“David’s? Salt and pepper? Or you want Super House?” Jackie laughed, throwing her head back. “What you know about David’s on a late night?” He looked dead at her.

“What you know?” She was still laughing, as she playfully began bouncing in his lap.

It wasn’t enough to be obvious, but it was definitely enough to tease. And then she felt it, the thick, growing bulge pressing against the front of his pants. The thin lace of her panties was the only barrier now. It hit her immediately, just how big he was. Even through the fabric of his joggers, she could feel the heavy, solid length of him already hardening fast under her weight. Jackie hadn’t been this close to a man in so long that the sudden, unmistakable heat and pressure made her stomach tighten and her pussy throb with a sharp, almost embarrassing rush of wetness. Her breath hitched. She shifted her hips just once, experimentally, and the thick ridge of his dick dragged right along her slit through the damp lace. The friction was immediate and electric, sending a jolt straight to her clit. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat. Najee’s hands stayed on her hips, steady, but she felt his dick twitch and swell even more beneath her, the outline getting thicker, harder, pressing up insistently against her core.

That only made her bolder. Her hips rolled again, slower this time, deliberately grinding her pussy along the full length of his print. The lace was already soaked, the slick heat of her arousal making the slide smoother, hotter. Every slow drag rubbed her swollen clit against the hard ridge of him, building a steady, pulsing pressure that had her thighs trembling around his lap. She could feel herself getting wetter with every pass, the fabric between them doing nothing to hide how turned on she was becoming. “I’m doin’ that to you?” she asked, voice lower now. Jackie had become breathless as she looked down betweenthem and watched the way her body moved over the impressive bulge in his pants.

“Since the day I met you,” he said as their eyes met. It landed heavier than she expected. Sweet and dangerous at the same time. She leaned into it, her movement deepening, hips rocking with more purpose now rubbing her aching pussy harder against the thick outline of his dick. The stimulation was relentless, each grind pressing the head of him right against her clit before sliding back down the length, teasing her entrance through the lace without ever going further. Her breathing turned ragged, small moans slipping out as the long-neglected ache between her legs started to build fast.

That’s when his hand came down as a firm, sharp smack landed on her ass, the sound cracking through the quiet room. The sting bloomed hot across her cheek, making her gasp and still her hips mid-motion. Najee’s palm stayed there, squeezing the flesh he’d just struck. He spoke gently, his palm still rested against the sting he left behind. “Slow down, Jackie.” The warning only made her wetter. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh rush of slick soaking through her panties and dampening the front of his pants. The mix of the burn on her ass and the heavy throb of his dick beneath her had her head spinning. She held his gaze, eyes narrowing slightly in challenge, then rolled her hips again, slower, but deeper dragging her wetness along his rigid length with intent. He smacked her ass again, harder this time. The second slap landed on the same spot and sent a deeper, warmer wave of heat straight to her pussy. The pain melted into pleasure almost instantly. She moaned outright this time, the sound low and needy, her hips jerking forward from the impact. “Fuck…” she whispered, barely audible, as another pulse of wetness leaked out of her. His hand stayed on her ass, gripping tight, but she could feel how much harder he was now—his dick straining against his pants. A thirdsmack followed, heavy, deliberate and controlled. That pulled a broken moan from her throat, one she barely recognized. Her body answered before her mind could: hips moving again, chasing the sting and the friction, grinding her dripping pussy against the massive print of his dick like she couldn’t stop herself. The lace was ruined, soaked through, every slide making obscene little wet sounds as she rubbed herself off on him. Something shifted. The playfulness slipped just enough to make room for something heavier. Something that felt a little too real. His hand slid from her ass up to her neck, fingers settling there. Firm. Controlled. And guiding her forward. This time she didn’t resist it.

She leaned into it and allowed him to take that control. And then he kissed her like he had been doing it forever. He took his time but still had his way. His kiss was restrained in a way that felt dangerous, like he’d been holding it back all night and finally decided to take it. His mouth met hers with deliberate purpose, and Jackie gave into it instantly. Her lips parted, and everything in her responded at once. Her hands tightened on him, her chest rising faster as she leaned into the kiss, her hips still shifting in shallow, needy grinds against the thick bulge in his pants—chasing the stimulation that had her soaked and throbbing. For a second, she forgot herself. Forgot the version of her that stayed in control. She was right there with him, open in a way she didn’t allow often, giving more than she meant to. And just as quickly as it built, he stopped. Pulled back just enough to break it.

Jackie’s breath hitched, her body still leaning into him like it hadn’t gotten the message yet. Her lips were parted, swollen from the kiss, her chest rising too fast as she tried to catch up. Her pussy was still pressed tight against the hard, heavy outline of his dick, pulsing with unmet need. “Najee…” she breathed, softer this time, a quiet whine slipping out before she could stop it. He didn’t move right away. His hand stayed at her neck,steady, grounding her, while his thumb came up, brushing slow across her bottom lip, back and forth, like he was feeling what he just did to her.

Jackie’s breath caught again, her eyes fluttering for a second before lifting back to his. She leaned into the touch without thinking, chasing it just a little. “I want more,” she said, softer now, playful but not really. “Me too,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. His voice dropped when he spoke again. “But not here. And not like this.” Jackie let out a soft, frustrated whine, her hips still rocking slow against the thick, hard outline of his dick through his pants. The ache between her legs had become unbearable, her panties were completely ruined, soaked and clinging to her swollen pussy from how wet she’d gotten just grinding on him. It had been so damn long since anyone touched her like this. Her body was betraying her, throbbing, leaking, desperate for more. Najee’s hand slid from her neck, trailing down her body with that same deliberate calm. He reached between them, fingers brushing the soaked lace stretched tight over her wetness. Without a word, he hooked the thin fabric to the side, exposing her dripping, bare pussy to the cool air of the private room. She gasped sharply at the sudden exposure, breath catching as two thick fingers pressed against her slick entrance.

His fingers were big, long, and warm. And after going without for so long, even the blunt pressure against her tight opening made her whimper. “Easy, baby,” he murmured, voice low and steady right against her ear, his warm breath sending fresh shivers down her spine.

“Damn you’re wet. Fuck...” He pushed in slowly, the first thick finger sliding past her tight ring with a wet, obscene sound that made her cheeks burn. The second followed right behind, stretching her open in a slow, deliberate burn that had her head falling forward onto his shoulder with a broken whine. “Najee…”she whined, high and needy, her walls clenching hard around the thick intrusion.

She felt every inch, every ridge as his fingers filled her, curling just right inside her soaked heat. It had been too long, and her pussy was gripping him like it never wanted to let go.

“That’s it,” he coached gently, lips brushing the shell of her ear while his free hand stayed firm on her hip, guiding her. “You’re tight as hell. It’s been a minute, huh?” He asked as she nodded her completely engulfed by pleasure. “I can tell,” he said kissing her sweaty forehead. I want you to breathe though,” he said as he slipped another finger in. “Attagirl… just like that.”

Jackie moaned at the praise, her hips starting to move on her own, riding his fingers in shallow, desperate rolls. Each downward grind pushed his thick fingers deeper, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the quiet room. Her swollen clit dragged against the heel of his palm with every motion, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her whole body. Najee talked her through it, voice low and rough in her ear, calm but rugged with his own restrained hunger. “Look at you… riding my fingers.” His free hand came up and wrapped around her neck, firm but controlled. “You needed this, didn’t you?” His grip tightened slightly as she looked into his eyes, her breath catching.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said between kisses.

“You gon’ make room for me in there?” he asked, eyes locked on hers.

“All of me,” he continued, voice dropping even lower as his fingers curled deeper inside her. “Yes, Najee,” she whined. He pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts, then leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slow and hard before gently biting down. Jackie’s back arched, a sharp gasp slipping out as the mix of pleasure and sting shot straight to her clit. Her whines turned into broken, breathy moans as she picked up the pace, bouncing lightly on his fingers, chasing the pressurebuilding deep inside her. Her juices coated his hand and dripped down the front of his pants.