Page 65 of Until Forever

I need her.

I want her skin on mine and my name on her tongue.

Releasing her wrist, I run my palms down her sides, fisting the hem of her skirt and lifting it to her waist. Then rake my hand over her round ass, groaning into her mouth as I squeeze, then jerk her leg up and around me.

The heat of her pussy is hot against my zipper, and my dick pulses in response, the tip of it pressing achingly into the fabric.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” I say and meet her gaze, stroking her cheek with my free hand.

Latoya rolls into me, devouring me into a kiss, her touch roaming aimlessly over my frame. It’s as if she can’t make up her mind between wrapping her arms around my neck or feeling my skin. But somewhere along the line, she settles on flesh. Yanking my shirt above my head, she tosses it out of sight and gets to work on her own top. I twist and flop down on the couch with her straddling me as she finally frees herself from the thin material.

I cup her face, bring our lips together, snaking my tongue around hers before nibbling on her bottom lip. She moans and grinds down on me. With my hands on her ass, I rub once and slap, swallowing the throaty yelp that escapes her. And when I slip her thong to the side and find her hole with my finger, she moves again, forcing the tip to enter her.

She’s so wet, her pussy gripping at my finger.

My dick strains, and I quickly unzip my pants with my free hand until she reaches down to help me out of them. My cock slings up against her ass, twitching on contact.

“Shit,” I groan, unable to contain myself.

I grip the base, holding it along her heat and rubbing the head over her clit. Her body bucks from the first stroke, but by the second, she’s ready and rocks into me with her mouth on mine. From slit to tip, I trace her lips, slowly inching inside her a little with each pass.

She must want this as bad as me because she reaches between us, taking my shaft into her hands and trailing it to her wanton pussy. I slip inside her, my chest beating harder.

“Fuck, I love how tight you are,” I praise with my brows drawn together.

I guide her hips, pulling her down on me, inch by inch, teasing myself with the thrill of being buried deep in my woman. Latoya finds her rhythm and rides me. My head falls back against the sofa, and my hands lay lax as she fucks me. Her hair falls into my face, so I swipe it behind her ear and grab her by the neck.

She presses her forehead to mine yet still looks me in the eye—my dick throbbing at the desire written all over her face.

Mouth wide.

Breaths shallow.

Pleasure seeping from her

“I love you,” I say again so she knows I mean it.

She’s it for me and always has been. She’s the boom my friends talked about. The only person on this earth who makes me feel whole, except for our son.

Latoya deepens our kiss and picks up speed, riding me faster, the couch tapping at the wall from our weight. Quickly, she puts a hand on the wall to forge some space between it and the couch, so we don’t wake up JJ.

Rapid breaths and heavy pants, we quiet our moans, but not successfully.

“Ah,” she lets out, then bites her lip only to fail and release a throaty moan.

I grab her hips, changing up the rhythm, and bounce her on my dick. Over and over, she slides up and down, her pussy clenching every time. Her warmth, the wetness, it drives me wild, and I slam up into her.

Low, sated breaths brush against my lips as she gives me an open-mouthed kiss.

I bring her down again, her thighs jiggling from the strokes. My nails dent her skin while I fuck her, slow at first, then fast and hard.

“Oh my,” she moans, her mouth agape.

“Right there?”

“Yes,” she hums, and I pound into her.

“Gah,” I grunt. “Shit, baby. I fucking love your pussy.”

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