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I once again tug her petite frame into me. I get lost in the feel of her lips against mine. Her mouth is so soft and warm, and the flashbacks from our first night together come rushing back. I wanted to take things slow. I wanted to show her that it wasn’t just about sex. But I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t want Emani sexually. And I’m not gonna stop myself from taking what she’s offering. I couldn’t even if I tried.
My fingers find their way into the soft, pliable flesh between Emani’s thick thighs. And I can’t help but groan at the feeling.
“Shit,” Emani gasps out.
“Ride my fingers, darlin’. That’s it. Make yourself cum on my hand.” I speed up my fingers as Emani works her hips.
The sight of her taking pleasure from my hand has my dick jealous. My cock is so hard I have to take my other hand and squeeze just to find some relief.
“Hmm. It looks like you might need some help with that,” Emani moans.
Then she does the unexpected and drops to her knees and slides my dick into her gorgeous mouth. The sound that comes out of me isn’t one I’ve ever made before.
“Fuck, Sugar! Your mouth feels incredible…” I start to slowly move my hips as Emani slurps on my dick.
One of her hands is wrapped around my cock, and the other has a firm grip on my balls. Emani sucks me to the back of her throat as she twists her hand up and down my shaft while simultaneously massaging my sac.
I have to shut my eyes to keep them from crossing. I do my best not to grab Emani by the head and fuck her face, but if there’s one thing I know is not to grab a woman while she’s giving you a gift.
Emani starts to gag and bob as saliva runs down her chest. She makes an erotic vision that my nasty ass loves. I could almost cum from just looking at her. However, when she removes her hand from my dick and starts to rub her clit I can’t take anymore.
“This is gonna be hard and fast, Sugar. Hold on tight,” I growl. When I pick her up, my dick plops out of her mouth. I can’t even enjoy the sight because I’m in such a rush. I slam her back against the wall of the shower, ready to devour her whole.
It doesn’t take a lot of finesse for me to slide into her slippery heat. I hold completely still so her body can adjust to mine, but when Emani initiates a passionate kiss and moves her hips. I take that as a sign that she’s ready.
I slam into hard, pumping in and out of the juicy warmth of Emani’s sweet pussy. I groan loudly when her walls squeeze my length. I thought the memory of her was just me romanticizing what we had. However, I was wrong. This is far better than anything my memory could’ve concocted.
“You feel so good, Mad. Fuck!” Emani’s eyes are shut tight, and her head is thrown back.
It’s funny that the only time Emani uses foul language is when I’m fucking the shit out of her. I know her parents are proud of their little church girl. Too bad I’m going to make it my life’s mission to corrupt Emani Jackson in all the fun ways that I can think of.
“I can feel you about to cum, Sugar. Are you about to drip that sweetness all over my dick? Let me feel that shit.” I slide my hand between us and circle her swollen nub.
The way her pussy flutters around me tells me she’s close. I rub faster and harder until Emani’s legs are shaking. She lets out a yell so loud it could damned near shatter the mirrors.
I continue to thrust faster until the tell-tell sign of my orgasm reaches the base of my spine. I have to talk myself out of cumming inside of Emani’s tight pussy because it’s irresponsible as hell, but fuck, she feels like heaven.
At the very last minute, I slip out and cum all over Emani’s stomach. I continue to rub against her slick flesh until my dick goes flaccid. I place Emani on her feet, and once she’s steady, I clean her off once more. I manage to clean myself before turning off the water, and stepping out. I wrap a towel around Emani, and then myself before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom.
“I can walk, you know,” Emani says sleepily.
“You could barely stand up. I’m not risking you hurting yourself so you can try to prove how tough you are. I know I put this dick on you, baby. No need to pretend.” I’m an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, but I have every reason to be.
Emani just shakes her head with a giggle, but she doesn’t try to dispute what I said. I manage to somewhat dry us off before climbing into bed and spooning Emani. I kiss the top of her head as I close my eyes.
At least this time, I know she’ll be here when I wake up in the morning.
Chapter14
EMANI
Having to explain to my sisters that I wasn’t coming to Saturday brunchagainwasn’t really an option after being criticized by Zuri. Even Naomi, the peacemaker, wouldn’t be able to save me, so I sucked it up and got dressed.
Maddox was very much against me going out today, but he had to get over it. I’m not going to stay locked in the house because someone threw a brick. It’s not like they were shooting. I did compromise by allowing him to drive me to the restaurant.
When we arrive at the Rooftop Restaurant, I give Maddox a lingering kiss on his lips. He hums his approval before I move back.
“If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to take your ass right back to the house.” His deep voice gives me chills and makes me want to tell him to put the car in drive and let’s go. But I know I need to go inside, so I suck it up.