Page 39 of Quasim II: King Inferno

I kissed his lips hungrily as he gripped my ass and picked me up. He lowered me until he was inside of me and slammed me down onto him while the vein bulged out his neck. “Fuck…hmmm. King…. shit.” I couldn’t be quiet, and it was something that I had come to terms with when Quasim was inside of me.

He walked over toward the window, showing the entire backyard. There were three huge windows with a large backless sofa in front of it, along with a window seat. Quasim lowered me onto the couch. “Put that leg up there on the wall, Anjo.”

I did what he said and was bent over midway between the couch and the window seat. My back arched when I felt himentering back inside of me and grabbing my hips, slamming me back onto him.

“Look out the window, my love… you see that backyard and that lake?” He grunted, as he slapped my ass.

The sting from the slap had my heart leaping and my pussy dripping. “I’m looking, King… I see it.”

He slapped my ass again and then slammed me back onto him harder. “This shit yours, my love… I don’t want to hear you say thismyhouse. You love me, no?”

“So much, baby, you kno…know I do.”

He pulled my head back and sucked on my lips, kissing me while his dick remained inside of me. “Then know that all of this shit is yours, you hear me?”

“Uh hmmm.”

He softly kissed my lips and then pulled me down from the window seat. Laying across the sofa, he pulled me onto his dick and watched as I lowered myself while holding onto his chest. The windows in the house were tinted, so when you were outside, you couldn’t see what was going on inside.

Quasim held onto my hips as he slammed me down harder with each thrust. My breasts hit my chest with force as I tried to match his speed. Once we were in sync, I felt my body becoming weaker, and I knew I was about to reach my peak.

“King, I’m going…”

“Go ahead, I’m right there with you, Anjo.” He said as he bit down on his bottom lip, still slamming me down onto him. He held my hip tighter as he lifted me and slammed me down once more.

I could feel him release himself inside of me as I collapsed on top of him. “I love you, King.” I kissed his chest while he kissed my forehead.

We both laid on the couch in silence, only the sound of us breathing could be heard throughout the room.

“Answer something for me, Anjo.”

“Hmm?”

My eyes were already closed as I held onto him. “I’m not too rough when we’re having sex, right?”

I lifted my head. “Never… why you ask that?”’

“I’m aware of your past, and never wanna do some shit to trigger you, my love… I’m always considerate of that, but when you give me that look shit takes over.”

Smiling, I kissed his lips. “Quasim, you could never hurt me, even if you tried. I enjoy you taking over when we’re intimate. Baby, I need that because I enjoy feeling taken care of, and you know what you doing.”

He puckered his lips, and I kissed them while he grabbed a handful of my ass. Quasim was a leader, and the proper one. Tookie thought he was a leader, but Sim was everything that he could never andwouldnever be.

He was a real provider, and I’m not talking only financially, either.

It took him a while to open up to me, but once he did, he poured back into me. Showed me that I meant something to him and showed me how he would lead our family. I went so long feeling lost and not knowing where I belonged, and standing in the driveway showed me that I was exactly where I belonged – with both Quasim and Elijah.

My guys needed me.

Quasim was my comfort.

My safety.

Home.

He was that familiar smell of your favorite meal when you came home from school. That feeling of laughing so hard with your favorite cousin that your belly ached. This man was all of that for me, and I never wanted to lose that feeling.

I grabbed him around the neck, and he choked. “The fuck you doing, Anjo?”

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