In the heart of New York City, Sadira Kingston is the proud owner and head baker of "Sweets," a charming bakery renowned for its delectable treats and warm atmosphere. Her life takes an unexpected turn when Davis Maclean, a brooding lawyer with a re...
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The night had been a whirlwind of tension and anticipation. Davis' eyes never left Sadira, even as they moved through the dimly lit streets back to his condo. The wine had done its job, loosening them both up, but it was something deeper in Davis' gaze that had Sadira's heart racing. He wanted her, and she could see it in the way he stared at her-at the red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the slit down her thigh revealing just enough to drive him wild.
As they stepped into his condo, the cool air hit them, but it did nothing to quell the heat between them. Davis' hands were on her almost immediately, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce kiss that left no room for hesitation. Sadira responded with equal fervor, their tongues dancing together as their hands tore at each other's clothes. Within moments, they were both naked, the tension between them palpable.
Davis wasted no time. He swept Sadira off her feet, her body fitting perfectly against his as he carried her to the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he laid her down on the bed. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her that he had been craving all night.
He reached into the fridge, grabbed a strawberry, and held it in his mouth. Sadira watched him, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of his gaze. She made herself comfortable on the bed, her body already humming with need. Davis' hands roamed over her, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already soaking wet."
Sadira moaned, feeling his hands move over her body, yanking her from the back of her neck. His grip was firm and dominant, and she loved it. "You're my good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
She nodded, unable to speak, her body trembling under his touch. He slapped her thigh, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Yes, shit," she gasped, her legs trembling already.
"Good," he smirked, dropping her neck. "Because the way I'm about to fuck you, I'm gonna act like you're not."
His dick was already hard, precum leaking from the tip as he positioned himself between her legs. Sadira's breath caught in her throat as she felt the head of his dick press against her entrance. She couldn't help but shift her hips, trying to get him inside her, but he held back, teasing her.
"You ain't never done that before, come here," he growled, gripping her hips and pulling her toward him. Sadira obeyed, her pussy aching for him, dripping with desire.
"Fuck, it's too much," Davis groaned as he pushed inside her, her walls clamping down on him, tight and wet. Sadira cried out, her body arching off the bed as he filled her. His hands roamed up her body, rubbing her nipples, tweaking them until she was gasping for breath.
"Fuck, ma," he grunted, thrusting deeper, harder. "Throw that shit back."
Sadira did as she was told, throwing her hair over her shoulders and looking back at him. Her round, phat ass bounced back and forth, the sounds of their skins hitting each other filling the room. Davis' hips rotated slowly, digging deeper with each thrust, his dick hitting spots inside her that made her scream out loud.
