Page 139 of Smoke

I didn’t know what to say. Thank you just wasn’t enough.

Briskly, I walked over and crashed my lips into his. My hands worked to undress us both. I desperately needed him inside me… filling me… loving me so fucking good. He lifted me and carried me over to the desk, placing me on top of it. Feverishly, our lips and tongues intertwined in a familiar song and dance. I reached between us to stroke his dick, my pussy secreting her juices as he grew in my hand.

Dipping his head, Devin latched onto my sensitive buds, suckling one then the other. My need for him was so overpowering that my clit began to throb as he gave my nipples special attention.

“Devin… oh God!”

“I’ma give it to you, love,” he said in a low gruff tone. “Be patient.”

He continued sucking my nipples as he gripped my thighs. His fingers inched closer to my middle. The closer he got, the wetter I could feel myself becoming. When he finally touched my clit, I cried out.

“Look at the way this pussy is trembling for me, mama,” he whispered in my ear. “How bad does she need me?”

“So bad… Please… fuck me.”

He chuckled as he draped my legs over his arms and leaned into me. “You want me that bad?”

“Yes,” I answered, breathily. “I need you.”

“Put that muthafucka in then.”

I reached between us, stroking him slowly before placing him at my entrance. He kissed me slow and nasty as I guided him in, moaning as he filled me.

“Shit!”

“Take it,” he said, filling me to the hilt. He pulled out to the head and slowly filled me again. “Every fucking inch.”

He stared deep into my eyes as he fucked my pussy with slow, deep strokes. Every time he kissed my cervix, I gasped, causing him to smirk.

“I love the way your pussy shows me gratitude, baby,” he said, pinching my nipple. “This muthafucka so damn wet for me. Look at that shit.”

My eyes dropped as I watched his length disappearing into me. Every time he slid out, my pussy coated him even more. He bit his lip as he watched us too. With my legs spread wide, my clit peeked out at him. He spit on it, then used his thumb to massage it in.

The act caused me to tremble and him to chuckle.

“Mmmm… you like that, baby?”

“Yes…”

“You love when I play with this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes…” I whined. “Shit!”

“Look at me while I’m fucking you.”

My eyes didn’t hesitate to find his again. He draped my legs over his shoulders and clasped one hand around the back of my neck while bracing himself against the built-in bookcase. His strokes became harder and deeper. The way he had my body contorted caused the tip of his dick to tap against my G-spot.

I could feel the pressure building and knew when I came that a flood was bound to follow. I panted heavily as the muscles of my stomach expanded and contracted.

“I’m gonna… oooo, fuck. I’m gonna cum!” I declared. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, then, ’cause I’m about to paint your fucking walls. I hope you’re ready to have my babies.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, fuck!”

The dick had to be good because there was no way I just agreed to that shit when my baby was just over twelve weeks old. Still, I found myself cumming repeatedly as he coated the walls of my pussy and my cervix with his seed. My cries of pleasure echoed throughout the empty space as he finished with a loud grunt.

His lips crashed into mine while his strokes slowed then stilled. As he eased out of me, I could feel the combination of our juices seeping from me.

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