No Gemini Does it Better Sneak Peek

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SAWYER WILLIAMS

Kareem wasn’t just some menace lurking in the shadows looking for a quick fuck. No, he was the real deal. I could tell by the way he carried himself that he wasn’t your average nigga. He was an experience, a force to be reckoned with. A man who knew exactly what he was doing, and God, I was ready to find out. I was hungry for Kareem, for the touch of those strong, tatted hands, for the lashing his tongue could give me, both physically and verbally.

He leaned closer into my space, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “I can give you real pleasure.”

My heart hammered in my chest as I listened, feeling the electricity that seemed to crackle between us. His hand slipped between my thighs, fingers finding the heat and wetness there. I was openly moaning to the sound of his voice, right there on the kitchen counter, in front of a damn stranger. It was reckless, scandalous, and utterly exhilarating.

“Then do it,” I dared, my voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for only him to hear. I wanted him, wanted everything he was offering, and more. 

He smirked as if he were a predator closing in on its prey. “You wanna be mine for the night?”

“Yes.” 

The answer was a gasp torn from my throat as my body responded to the implicit threat and thrill in his tone.

“That means no questions, no hesitation, and definitely no fuckin’ attitude.” 

Kareem’s statement was firm, brooking no argument.

“Okay. Now, show me,” I urged, my entire being screaming for the release only he seemed capable of giving.

“Don’t worry, I will,” Kareem murmured, his agreement sending a jolt of pride through me. “Let’s see if you can handle what I’m about to do to you.”

It was weird, the satisfaction I took from his words, but in the moment, something deep within me basked in it. The only thing I could focus on was the blazing inferno deep inside me that his words only seemed to fuel.

“Please,” I begged, throwing caution to the wind. 

“Patience, shawty,” he chided softly, a devilish gleam in his brown orbs. “We ain’t got nothin’ but time, and I plan to savor every moment.”

And with those words, any semblance of control I thought I had evaporated. I was at the mercy of this man, this force of nature, and I couldn’t have been more ready. Until the storm ceased, I was under his command, and I couldn’t wait to surrender.

He placed me back on the linoleum kitchen floor, and I stood, my legs trembling not from fear but from the sheer rush of adrenaline and lust that pulsed through me. Kareem’s iron grip led me into the living room where shadows played in the candlelight, flickering against the walls with an intimate dance as the nighttime started to take over.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, and I complied without hesitation, shedding the minimal layers of clothing—the biker shorts, tank top, and panties—baring more than just my skin. I was naked in every sense, stripped of inhibitions, ready for whatever he had planned.

His eyes never left mine as I stood near the couch, vulnerable and exposed. He approached, his movements precise and measured.

“Look at that pretty ass pussy.” Kareem’s voice came out of nowhere, a low rumble that made my insides quiver. “I’m going to enjoy taking you apart piece by piece.” 

       His words were a growl as his eyes locked onto mine, dark and full of promises as he circled the couch like a predator assessing his prey. I felt my own heat, the slickness between my thighs from how much I craved him.

As if I needed more encouragement, he pushed the waistband of the sweatpants down, revealing a hard dick that was long and thick. Maybe too damn thick. The nigga had me ready to nickname him Arby’s because he absolutely had the meat.

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