DÉJÀ VU - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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"Kai! Come nuh!" I whined.
"Xanai, yuh you seh wi wouldn't dweet again? How yah-"
"Because I'm horny you dog." My face contorts into a frown.
"Suh yuh wah dog fi fuck yuh?" He asks, getting smart with me.
"True yah talk. Ima buy a vibrator and call it a day." I lied, but took my phone up and started walking away.
Him aguh seh yes.
Dat mi know!
I felt him pull me back by my waist, and smiled to myself.
Omniscient
Kairo pounded into her from behind, each deep thrust forcing a breathy moan from Xanai's lips. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, his hips slapping against her ass, balls brushing against her soaked folds with every stroke.
"Holy fuck..." she whimpered, reaching back instinctively, fingers wrapping around his wrists as his hands pressed firm to the small of her back, anchoring her in place. He was relentless — commanding, rough — but never out of control.
"Shut up and tek it," he growled, delivering a sharp slap to her ass that made her jerk forward on the bed. The sting burned, but the heat of it only sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her.
Xanai's body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight. The way her ass jiggled with each snap of his hips was sending him to the edge — too fast, too soon — but he didn't care. Not tonight.
He leaned over her, chest grazing her back as one hand slid up to her hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling just enough to make her gasp. His voice was low and gravelly in her ear.
"Mek dem fucking joke deh again," he warned, "and see wah yuh get."
"Okay! Mi get it—wull on now nuh!" she cried, voice cracking between laughter and breathlessness, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
But Kairo wasn't done. He shifted his angle slightly, pushing deeper, harder, dragging another moan from her throat. She gripped the sheets, her legs shaking, body already close to crumbling under him.
He was home inside her — raw, real, and completely unfiltered. And she loved every second of it.
Her legs buckled as he kept drilling into her, dragging her body back onto him like she belonged there — because she did. Even if she claims she doesn't like him like that.
"Yuh feel dat?" he grunted, voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper.
"Well no fucking shit, Sherlock," she squirms as she tries to shuffle away, feeling overwhelming pleasure take over her.
"Kairo- mi ago cum!"
"Wull it eno, awoh."
"Jesus..." she gasped, her nails clawing at the sheets, back arching under the weight of his body and the weight of his words. "Mi cyaa wul-"
"Yuh can dweet mon," he cut in, grabbing her hips and slamming into her harder, more deliberate. "Cyaan tell mi yuh wah supm, den when mi gih yuh, yuh bawl."
When he felt her walls clench around him, tight and trembling, he knew she was close.
"K-Kairo—!" she gasped, voice cracking as her orgasm rushed up like a wave, threatening to drown her.
"Nuh run," he warned, gripping her hips, not enough to hurt her, but enough so she couldn't escape.
Her orgasm tore through her, loud and breathless, her thighs shaking as she clenched around him again and again.
With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, but remembered she had told him not to cum inside her again, and hurriedly pulled out to release on the top of her ass.
The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, heavy and tangled. Kairo leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her spine — soft, almost reverent — as if the roughness from before made this tenderness hit harder.
"You alright, mama?" his New York accent slipped through.
"Mhm. I'm good," she speaks with heavy eyes.
"Xanai, yuh you seh wi wouldn't dweet again? How yah-"
"Because I'm horny you dog." My face contorts into a frown.
"Suh yuh wah dog fi fuck yuh?" He asks, getting smart with me.
"True yah talk. Ima buy a vibrator and call it a day." I lied, but took my phone up and started walking away.
Him aguh seh yes.
Dat mi know!
I felt him pull me back by my waist, and smiled to myself.
Omniscient
Kairo pounded into her from behind, each deep thrust forcing a breathy moan from Xanai's lips. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, his hips slapping against her ass, balls brushing against her soaked folds with every stroke.
"Holy fuck..." she whimpered, reaching back instinctively, fingers wrapping around his wrists as his hands pressed firm to the small of her back, anchoring her in place. He was relentless — commanding, rough — but never out of control.
"Shut up and tek it," he growled, delivering a sharp slap to her ass that made her jerk forward on the bed. The sting burned, but the heat of it only sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her.
Xanai's body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight. The way her ass jiggled with each snap of his hips was sending him to the edge — too fast, too soon — but he didn't care. Not tonight.
He leaned over her, chest grazing her back as one hand slid up to her hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling just enough to make her gasp. His voice was low and gravelly in her ear.
"Mek dem fucking joke deh again," he warned, "and see wah yuh get."
"Okay! Mi get it—wull on now nuh!" she cried, voice cracking between laughter and breathlessness, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
But Kairo wasn't done. He shifted his angle slightly, pushing deeper, harder, dragging another moan from her throat. She gripped the sheets, her legs shaking, body already close to crumbling under him.
He was home inside her — raw, real, and completely unfiltered. And she loved every second of it.
Her legs buckled as he kept drilling into her, dragging her body back onto him like she belonged there — because she did. Even if she claims she doesn't like him like that.
"Yuh feel dat?" he grunted, voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper.
"Well no fucking shit, Sherlock," she squirms as she tries to shuffle away, feeling overwhelming pleasure take over her.
"Kairo- mi ago cum!"
"Wull it eno, awoh."
"Jesus..." she gasped, her nails clawing at the sheets, back arching under the weight of his body and the weight of his words. "Mi cyaa wul-"
"Yuh can dweet mon," he cut in, grabbing her hips and slamming into her harder, more deliberate. "Cyaan tell mi yuh wah supm, den when mi gih yuh, yuh bawl."
When he felt her walls clench around him, tight and trembling, he knew she was close.
"K-Kairo—!" she gasped, voice cracking as her orgasm rushed up like a wave, threatening to drown her.
"Nuh run," he warned, gripping her hips, not enough to hurt her, but enough so she couldn't escape.
Her orgasm tore through her, loud and breathless, her thighs shaking as she clenched around him again and again.
With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, but remembered she had told him not to cum inside her again, and hurriedly pulled out to release on the top of her ass.
The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, heavy and tangled. Kairo leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her spine — soft, almost reverent — as if the roughness from before made this tenderness hit harder.
"You alright, mama?" his New York accent slipped through.
"Mhm. I'm good," she speaks with heavy eyes.
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