Page 71 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

I can’t help but feel the heat between us escalate.

Instead of kissing her lips, I move lower, to that sweet spot just below her ear.

She turns her head, offering me full access.

Her eyes close, lips pressed tight as I trail wet, heated kisses along her neck, sucking on her skin.

Her fingers tug at my hair, a soft moan escaping her.

I lift her chin, our eyes locking—no words needed.

She just stares into me, and I can see it all.

With a steady hand, I glide my fingers between her thighs, letting the tension build.

She gently holds my arms, deepening the passion, our lips moving in sync. “Nickoi...” she says softly, pulling me closer to her. I caress her breasts and another moan slips out of her mouth. She likes that.

I bite my lip. “Take off yuh draws,” I slap her ass. She smiles as she pulls the lace down her legs, kicks them off and shoves me. My back slams in the headboard.

“Yaw move so?” I chuckle, amused by her eagerness. She climbs on top of me, I hug her waist and suck in a sharp breath as she glides her way down. I fill her completely.

ZARA I push him harder than I meant to, but the hunger in his eyes says it all. He’s not backing down.

“Mhm..” I hum, admiring the view of him buried in me. I don’t move. That alone is driving us both crazy. Just him sprouting in me, my walls sucking him in with no movements.

I gaze at him. “Big ooman thing stills. Mi coulda sleep like this,” he slaps my ass.

I hug him, sucking on his bottom lip, eyes fixed with his. He slides down in bliss, his back pressing against the pillows, and I follow, going down with him.

With a slow and deliberate motion, I roll my hips, guiding it deeper in me, inch by inch. My breath hitches. “Ahhh...” I moan, keeping my pace slow. I want to savor every second that rolls by.

His hands find my ass, but I like the dominant feel right now. “I’m not ready to be submissive for you yet baby,” I clench around him, something I noticed he’s weak to.

He keeps slapping my ass. I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear, whispering his name. “Nickoi..” he tenses beneath me, and I feel a thrill to my effect on him.

My hips begin to move, slowly at first, a teasing grind that pulls a low, guttural sound from his throat.

Yeah gyal! I circle my hips, feeling him deep within me, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me.

His eyes lock with mine, dark and intense, as if he’s trying to guess my next move.

I watch as his jaw clenches, his breathing comes in shallow gasps, but I keep the rhythm slow, steady, wanting to draw out every single moment.

I could feel his muscles tensing beneath me, his body coiled tightly like a spring ready to snap, but I’m not done yet.

I use my index finger to lift his chin, his beard brushes against my palm.

I press my hand against his chest, holding him down as I lean back, my head tilting up as I let the pleasure ripple through me.

It’s the most silent we’ve been, just dumbstruck by how great this feels.

Whew! His hand slides up to my thighs, over my hips, but I catch his wrists, pinning them to the mattress beside me. His eyes flash with something wild.

“Dem sup’m yah yuh like,” I smile.

“Jah know mi love see yuh like this... need fi see this side a yuh more, yer that?” he slaps my ass, the sound of his palm against my flesh echoes.

I lean forward again, bringing my lips close to his, close enough to feel his breath on my skin, but I don’t kiss him. Not yet.

“Yaw play with man?” he grabs my throat.

I want to hear him ask for it, but instead, I keep the pace agonizingly slow, grinding against him, feeling every inch of him as I ride him.

His eyes darken, his breath quickening. I just know he’s close to losing control.

He’s right on the edge. I can tell by his eyes, the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers twitch under my grip, but I’m not ready to let him fall just yet.

Chip out the bwoy brain!

“Not yet,” I whisper in his ear, still riding.

He groans, his head tipping back against the headboard, his body straining beneath me. But he doesn’t try to take control, nor does he try to break free. He lets me lead, set the pace, and I revel in the power of it.

Zara a how you so bad?

I’m just matching energy.

But yuh nah allow the bwoy fi tek no control...

I smile at that thought. Slowly, I release his hands, watching as they hover with uncertainty before he slides them up my sides, his touch sending shivers through me. His fingers then start digging into my hips, guiding me now, matching my rhythm as I move faster, deeper.

“Jah Jah...” he gets out.

“Wah him do?” I keep bouncing and riding, my breasts shaking in his face.

I feel myself creaming him. “Oh my God...” I pant. His hands tighten on my hips, and I let him take over, let him set the pace as I ride him, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

I hug the back of his head tightly, the moment I do, something in me snaps. His fingers sink into my skin. My legs shake, eyes roll back, toes curled up as an intense feeling bursts through me.

“NickOiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

“Waterfalls?” he muses as I squirt. I bite in his skin, breathing hard. He keeps slapping my ass cheeks. I finally sit up and wipe my face, then I look at the mess we just made; a little proud of myself .