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"I can't tell if you're serious or auditioning for a spot on Comedy Central," Ms. Aretha voices.

"Oh, I'm very serious. Becoming a parent only produces jokes when your kid has a blowout seconds after you've removed their diaper. Pass the roast. I'm starving," I nonchalantly request.

"Do you think they'll forgive you for how you chose to tell them about Little Man?" Zurmani asks while adjusting the covers over her body.

Convincing Zurmani to spend the night with me was easier than I thought, thanks to the heavy food we'd consumed. Zurmani said she was too tired to drive across town to her house, so naturally, I jumped at the chance for her to sleep in my bed. The only problem with that is my dick has been thumping against my thigh since coming into my room after doing a final walk-through of the house.

"The better question is: Do you think God will forgive me for my thoughts about you?"

Father... please forgive me because Zurmani is definitely what I want.

Holding my gaze on Zurmani, I memorize every detail of her facial structure before slowly stalking toward my bed. Zurmani's eyes become heavy with seduction, and my dick hardens to the point of pain when blood rushes to my lower region.

"I thought we were going to keep today sacred," Zurmani reminds me, wetting her lips.

"I'm hoping that God, in His infinite wisdom, will be merciful knowing that temptation is taking over my ability to think rationally."

Lifting the covers and seeing Zurmani's bare thigh has my mouth watering, and I throw the blankets off her body, fully exposing her to my desperate eyes.

"Ja-Jawaan," Zurmani whimpers sexily, instantly elevating the temperature in the room.

"We're going to get married, but I can't wait until then to make love to you." My tone is hard and deeper than usual, and my thread of restraint completely snaps when Zurmani lifts the shirt she's wearing over her head.

When the garment hits the floor somewhere behind me, I pounce like a lion catching its prey.

My lips move over Zurmani's exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in the area I hit while I fight the urge to growl like a wounded animal. I gently push Zurmani's body until she's lying flat while positioning myself over her before claiming her lips in a passionate yet punishing kiss. The longer our lips connect, the dizzier and weightier my head becomes. Zurmani's hands grip my back like she's afraid to let go while she moans in my mouth.

"Fuck!" I say, breaking our connection when my lungs protest from the lack of air, filling them with the ability to continue kissing Zurmani.

"Wrong or not... I need you," Zurmani confesses in a straining voice, alerting me that I'm not alone in how I'm feeling right now.

"You shall have me," I assure her, staring into Zurmani's eyes full of longing and desire.

Reclaiming her lips, I take time to explore the recesses of her mouth with my tongue, vaguely tasting the peach cobbler we had for dessert. My heart rate increases when my hands begin exploring and come in contact with Zurmani's breasts.

All right, God, I know it's Sunday, and you just gave me some heavy blessings, but can you not cause my dick to malfunction or strike me down mid-stroke? I need Zurmani in the worst way, so please continue to be merciful.

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You loved me, especially different every time.

You keep me on my feet, happily excited.

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Of all timesfor a song to pop into my head, Jill Scott's voice rings in my ear while Jawaan places kisses along my neck with expert care before moving further down. When Jawaan's mouth latched onto my left nipple, my pussy thumped like it was auditioning to be an extra in Hit Crew Masters popular dance video.

"Ooh, ba-baby," I cry.

Jawaan's masterful mouth sucks my nipple like a starving baby before releasing it and moving on to give the right breast the same attention. My inner thighs are slick with the evidence of my arousal, and my body is heating like an inferno. My breasts are one of my erogenous zones, and Jawaan is about to have me reaching my first orgasm. My hips and legs are moving, desperate for friction or something to cool me from the intense heat.

"Nah, you ain't even about to cum from nipple play, Tigress." Jawaan's intense hooded eyes peer into mine, causing me to damn near bite a hole in my bottom lip.

With his rapt eyes on me, Jawaan moves down my body placing kisses along his path, causing my pussy to wave like a crossing guard. Jawaan reaches my bottom half before spreading my legs wide, and then his eyes flicker with something I can't identify before he speaks.

"I really hope this sweet-smelling juice box doesn't like to hold on to things it shouldn't."

"Huh?" My face wrinkles and my face blanches from the weird statement that almost shifts the mood.

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