Page 75 of Quasim II: King Inferno

She blushed and looked away, and I pulled her face back toward mine. “Nah, big mouth… touch it. You see who this shit get hard for… matter fact.” I pulled her track pants down, spun her around and entered her from behind.

“Simmm,” she moaned out as she held onto the sink, and I held her hips, shoving all of me inside of her while she was on her toes.

“Repeat yourself for me, my love.”

“King, hmm,” she moaned out while I continued to slam her back onto me.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched her face in the mirror. “Why you acting the fuck up, my love? Tell me.”

“I…I…” she couldn’t get the words out because she was trying to climb the sink, and I continued to pull her back down.

“Where your words, Blair?”

She grabbed hold of the sink and threw that shit back and had my ass losing my step. Once she got stable, she was showing out, squeezing her muscles and had me about to tap out.

“Fuck, Anjo.” I grunted.

“Where your words, Quasim?” she asked, looking at me through the mirror, and I held her around the waist tighter, feeling myself about to nut.

I had to shake back, because she had me in here like a little bitch. Pulling out, I slammed myself back into her, and she screamed out, slapping her hand over her mouth.

“Who run this shit… stop thinking you run shit, my love… it’s my way or what?” I asked, and she was trying to catch her breath as I teased her opening, sending her ass into circles.

“You…your way.”

“Go ahead, release for me, baby,” I said, as I released myself inside of her. Had she not been pregnant, her ass would be now with how much I filled her ass up.

She rested her head on the sink, and I turned her around to face me. Holding her face, I kissed her lips. “This on me, and my fuck up. I’m sorry for not telling you. Shit was wrong, and you had every right to pull up on me…. you forgive me?”

She looked up at me. “I appreciate that. I’m going to be your wife… communication, nigga.”

I laughed and kissed her lips while she went into the stall to clean herself up. “If she still out there waiting for you while you back here fucking me…. Sim, she wants you.”

“Maybe.”

She paused and the door opened. “The fuck do you mean, maybe?”

“It takes two for something to happen and I don’t fucking want her, Blair. I want you… always wanted you. She called me here for a reason and I’m gonna get that reason, then we gonna go home so I can fuck you in the shower.”

She smiled. “Okay…. Oh, and no more of that fucking Berks… that bitch ain’t your friend to be giving nicknames, Quasim.”

Once she finished and we fixed ourselves, I held her hand as we walked back out to the table where Berkeley was still waiting with another glass of wine. Blair slipped into the seat next to me and smiled.

“We got off on the wrong foot, Bernie Madoff,” She started, and I rested my face in my hand because she was on one.

“My love,” I warned.

“Sorry.”

“We good now… just don’t ever call my wife a bitch again, Bahamas.” Berkeley eyes widened. “I’m fucking with you… not about the bitch shit, though.”

When I finally got everything settled, I turned to my right to see Havoc, Syn, and Kobe at the table next to us, looking over the menu.

“Think I want to do the shrimp pasta… extra cheese, please,” Blair ordered, as she handed the menu back to the waiter.

“Hey, Kang!” Kobe greeted.

Kobe was Havoc’s best friend, so he was always around. He was family and knew that all the IG’s would fuck somebody up that fucked with him. Your personal life choices were your own. I ain’t never cared about another man’s preference, and I was secure in mine.

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