Page 25 of So I Know it's Real

“You still not gon’ let me take you out?”

“Let’s see how well you do with the tattoo. If you scar me, we can’t go anywhere together.”

“If that’s the deciding factor, you won’t ever date another man again.”

Clover’s upturned eyes narrowed. “Destin...you know I have two kids, right?”

“I mean, Kid and Play aren’t invisible.” I shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re fighting something that’s destined. We met a month ago, and we’ve crossed paths three times since then. That’s not by mistake.”

Unable to keep my distance, I moved my seat so close we shared the same breath.

“Do it,” she whispered while removing the toothpick from my mouth.

My mind went blank at the sensation of Clover’s moist lips against mine. I had never been a fan of kissing, but I accepted her tongue when she slipped it into my mouth. The raspy moan that melted from her throat made me yank Clover from her seat and onto my lap. Her skirt rose above her ass, leaving me no choice but to palm her cheeks.

“Mmm, Destin.” She sighed while rubbing her pussy against my hard-on.

So badly, I wanted to pull my dick out and slip it inside of her walls, yet I knew Clover was not ready for that, no matter how horny she was.

“Can I touch on that pussy, Lucky?”

“God, yes. Please, touch me!”

Even when she begged for my affection, she was polite about it. I loved that shit.

“Right there, Destin. That feels so good.” She purred against my neck as my fingers danced around her clit.

“You gon’ bust on my fingers, mama?”

“Yes, baby!”

“What if I told you I want you to nut on my tongue?”

Our stares locked when she replied, “What if...if I said I want to cum on your dick?”

All the self-control I had went out the window when Clover’s question landed. I stood from the stool with her curves secure inmy arms as I moved to the tattoo chair. I used my teeth to undo the buttons on her blouse, and Clover undid my belt and pants.

“Sit on it, baby. Don’t just look at it.”

Already in position, Clover moved her thong to the side and upheld eye contact as her pussy met its match. The warmth of her walls triggered my dick to jerk off drips of pre-cum down her canal. Something in me felt like my next breath depended on pleasing her.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight…wet,” I declared, speaking into Clover’s neck as I held onto her hips. “You got my shit hard as fuck!”

“I feel it, baby. Destin...I-I needed this so much. So bad.”

“You’re fucking bad. Pretty ass. I wish you could see how you look taking this dick!”

She swiped the outline of my ear with her tongue and twirled her waist like a belly dancer. I wanted to warn her that she was about to make me bust a nut, but I didn’t have it in my heart to tell her to stop.

In the middle of our session, Clover’s phone rang. The first time, we ignored it. The second time, she hopped off my dick and answered the call. I looked down and confirmed I had nutted prematurely, though my dick was still hard as iron.

“Wait. What? Did someone come into the house?” Clover screamed into the phone. “Okay. Stay in the inside. I’m on my way.”

From my seat, I studied Clover as she fixed her clothes.

“Tell me what’s going on,” I urged.

“I can’t talk right now. Where is my…Ugh!”

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