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A growl escaped him as his eyes watched my body. His one-ringed fingers ran over my nipples, and I arched. I was so sensitive to these men.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he moaned, head dropping back.

My legs ran up his hips further. His body was so beautiful, evenly brown skin and dreads over his shoulder. He was pierced and tattooed a lot, one arm covered in them. He was so beautiful, and I missed him.

“Fuck,” I muttered, eyes closing. I could feel the orgasm building in my hips. I wanted this. I wanted to come on him.

His other hand reached between us and pressed right on my lower stomach.

“What are yo—” once again he shut me up, his tip was angled, and his hand made it hit my sweet spot. My head spun and I cried out. “Oh fuck, Oh fuck!” My thighs shook as I tightened them around me. “I’m coming, Abel.” A tingling rushed over me, tingling my brain and limbs.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I didn’t even care if I was coming so quickly; my finger gripped a bit as I fucking screamed. I couldn’t think or breathe. My body was shaking as I exploded on my high and all over his dick.

It sent him over, and pathetic moans escaped him as he filled me with his hot cum.

His body became boneless right on top of me, but I embraced him, holding his sweaty body close. “Fuck, I can’t live without that.”

I scoffed, rolling my head.

“I meant it.” He kissed my lips. “When I told you I loved you, I meant it.”

“I know.”

“As long as you know,” he muttered, face in my neck.

I swallowed. I wanted to return all the feelings, but I couldn’t. Though he wasn’t pushing me, only with the “I miss you” shit.

After a few moments, he rolled over, cum leaking from my pussy. “I got you something.”

“What?”

He ignored my question, moving to the bathroom, and came back with wipes. I cleaned myself, eying his cute round ass as he grabbed his bag and pulled out something. “Were you staring at my ass?”

I shook my head, smirking and looking at other places. He sat before me, covering his soft dick for a second. But we seemed… comfortable because I didn’t cover up.

He handed me a small rectangular box.

I took it, taking in the picture of the phone on the box. “Abel.”

“I never thought you would need one, but… I missed you all day, and I don’t want you to get sad because you missed me or the others too.”

“I can’t… take this,” I said, trying to hand it back.

“Psalm.”

“I’m serious!”

“It was already planned. That’s why I was staying at my mom’s for the night. She was paying me for work, and I had enough for gas and phone when she fronted me the money.”

“But it’s your money.”

“And you’re my girl, whether you admit it or not,” he said, kissing my lips.

“This… I… I can’t take this.”

“I want you to have it. I worked for it.”