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He carried her upstairs, one strong arm under her ass, the other around her back. When they finally reached her bedroom, she was already worn out from the first orgasm, body soft and pliant. Najee laid her down gently on the bed, then stepped back. Jackie watched, mesmerized, as he pulled the heather gray sweatshirt over his head, followed by the white tank underneath. The sight made her breath catch. His chest and arms were covered in intricate tattoos, the artwork wrapping over defined muscle like it had been painted on a brown Adonis. Najee was beautiful, strong, masculine and in complete control. He undid his slacks, letting them drop. When his dick sprang free, Jackie’s mouth went completely dry. It was thick, heavy, and long. The kind of big that made her both excited and a little nervous. Najee noticed. “You got condoms?” he asked, voice calm but dominant.Jackie pointed to the top drawer of her nightstand, too turned on to feel ashamed in the moment. He opened it, pulled out a pack, and raised an eyebrow. “How long you had these?” She looked away, embarrassed. “Awhile…”

Najee stood at the foot of the bed, dick hard and proud, staring down at her.

“Come here.” The command in his voice sent a shiver through her. Jackie crawled to the edge of the bed. He gripped her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his eyes, then leaned down and kissed her slow and deep. “There’s no shame in that,” he said against her lips, voice low and sure. “I don’t see anything embarrassing about a woman being intentional with who gets access to her. “He said against her lips, voice low and sure. Jackie nodded, breathless. He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers like he was claiming every moan. When he finally pulled back, she watched him tear open the condom and roll it down his thick length. He crawled between her legs, settling on top of her. The weight of him felt perfect. He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his dick against her soaked pussy, teasing her entrance. “Talk to me,” he said, voice steady but laced with need. “You good?”

“Yes,” she whispered, as he started to push in. Jackie hesitated. “Baby…”

“I know bae,” he cut her off gently, eyes locked on hers. “You trust me?” She nodded. Najee pushed forward slow, stretching her open inch by inch. The feeling was intense — pleasure wrapped in a sharp edge of pain. He was big, and it had been so long. Her pussy gripped him tight, almost fighting him at first. “Damn, you so fucking tight,” he groaned, voice strained. “Let me in, baby, I’m right here.” He kept going slow, working himself deeper until he bottomed out with a deep moan. For a moment he stayed still, buried inside her, letting her adjust while he watched her face. “Talk to me Jack, am Ihurting you?” he asked softly as their eyes met. She shook her head, determined. “No,” she moaned. “Atta girl,” he murmured, voice low and hypnotic. “You doing so fucking good.” He said whispering dirty praise in her ear. “I knew you would let me in this pretty ass pussy.” Jackie whimpered as he started moving — slow, deep strokes that had her toes curling in the thigh-high socks. He was in complete control now, stroking her like he was memorizing every inch of her. Every time her pussy clenched around him, he’d pause, jaw tight, breathing hard like he was fighting not to cum too soon.

“Fuck… you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers.

“You want me crazy, don’t you?” he asked, never breaking eye contact. “You want me crashing out about this pussy, don’t you Jackie?” Then something in him shifted. His strokes got harder, more feral. He gripped her thighs and put her legs over his shoulders as his hips snapped forward. “Tell me this shit not in my head, and you feel it too,” he said, restraint slipping, voice turning vulnerable and angsty as their eyes held. “Tell me you want me… and not him, Jackie.”

“I only want you,” she moaned. “I promise, baby.”

“Good,” he breathed, kissing her deep. “Cause you mine— and only fucking mine.”

“Najee,” she whimpered as the pleasure washed over her. “Nah. Say my fucking name right.”

He pounded into her now, deep and possessive. “Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Nigel,” she gasped, voice breaking on his name. That did it.

Najee’s control completely snapped. He fucked her harder, angsty and feral, hips slamming against hers as their moans filled the room. His hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her eyes locked on his while he drove into her with long,powerful strokes. Jackie climaxed first, her body clenching tight around him as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her.

Najee followed right behind, groaning her name deep and rough as he buried himself inside of her, his body trembling against hers. They stayed like that for a while, connected, breathing hard, skin slick. Jackie was in a complete sex haze. Her body still buzzed and tingled everywhere, legs shaky, mind floating somewhere above them. Najee slowly pulled out, disposed of the condom, then came right back to her. He gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest possessively. One hand stroked her back while the other rested on her hip, fingers gently tracing her skin like he couldn’t stop touching her. “How you feel?” he whispered against her forehead, voice tender now. “Are you sore?” Jackie was too blissed out to speak. She curled deeper into him, still wearing the thigh-high socks, her body humming with aftershocks. Najee kissed the top of her head, then her temple, holding her tighter. “Good,” he murmured, low, and satisfied. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

NAJEE

It was a little after 5 a.m. and the sky outside was still pitch black.

Najee leaned back against the headboard, plate balanced on his lap, watching Jackie destroy another chicken wing like it was her last meal on earth. They had already gone three rounds. Back-to-back, no breaks, no mercy — and somehow, she still had the energy to fix him up a full Sunday feast at damn near dawn. He would’ve normally been at the gym by now. That was his usual rhythm. Up before the sun, cold shower, iron, discipline. But last night that rhythm had been completely thrown off. And for once he didn’t even mind. After the third round they had showered together, remade the bed with fresh sheets, and now here they were. Tangled up under the covers, eating leftovers like they hadn’t just fucked each other senseless for hours. Najee’s plate had stuffed chicken breast, roasted asparagus, garlic mashed potatoes, and two thick slices of lemon blueberry pound cake. And of course, Jackie didn’t believe in microwaves. “That shit causes cancer,” she explained seriously while heating everything up on the stove. “Not to mention the food be petrified as hell. I told you, you didn’t have to come down here,” she added. “It’s only gone take me ten minutes tops to heat this up. I know it’s cold down here.”

Najee leaned against the sink and stayed quiet, watching her talk fast.

That was hertell. Knowing Jackie, she was either lying or embarrassed. He was betting on the ladder. The house was noticeably colder than it had been earlier. He’d watched her drag a space heater into the bedroom, cursing under her breath the whole time. Now, they were back in bed with full plates, the vibe felt delicate and domestic. Especially with how she looked in that Moo-moo with nothing underneath. Right now, she was rocking a purple satin bonnet, thick slouch socks, and those tortoiseshell glasses perched on her nose while some old episode ofInvincibleplayed on the TV. But Najee couldn’t let it ride forever. “Jack,” he said quietly, setting his plate on the nightstand.

“What’s going on with the heat?” She shrugged, not looking at him.

“It be acting up. My neighbor Juan knows how to play around with it.”

“The drunk old head from across the street?” Najee questioned.

“I thought he fixed cars.” Jackie paused. “He do.” Najee studied her profile.

“Does he specialize in HVAC or something?”

“No,” she said, then paused again. “But he fixes stuff.”

“Not anymore,” Najee said calmly. “I’m gone call my licensed HVAC guy later today and see what he can do.” Jackie’s back stiffened slightly. He could feel her discomfort from across the bed. That’s when he sat his fork down, moved closer, and pulled her back against his chest without a word. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her securely. “Tell me what’s really on your mind,” he murmured against her ear, voice low and steady. Jackie remained silent for a long moment before letting out a deep sigh. “I don’t want to be a burden,” she said quietly. “And I don’t want you feeling sorry for me.”

Najee turned her gently in his arms until she was facing him. “Look at me.” She didn’t at first, but eventually she looked up. “I don’t feel sorry for you, Jackie,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “I admire you. You’ve been able to survive, maintain, and thrive despite everything life has thrown your way. You are one of the strongest women I know.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek.

“But in this moment? Your strength is not needed. I want you rested and relaxed. You don’t have to figure anything out. That’s for me. Okay?” She nodded, eyes soft. Najee leaned down and kissed her deep, slow, and thorough—the kind of kiss that said everything he didn’t need to repeat. When he finally pulled back, a playful smirk tugged at his lips. “Now we gone finish watching this violent ass cartoon you seem to like,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Then I’m gone go do the dishes. And by the time I come back… you better be ready to ride this dick. He slapped her ass hard enough to make it jiggle. “You told me you needed an hour. I gave you two. Now I need dat.”

Jackie let out a surprised laugh, eyes sparkling with that mix of mischief and desire