Page 64 of The Smoke Hour

“Listen, baby. I want you to get grief counseling.”

“I will.”

“Come on. The kitchen staff is waiting.”

“Can they bring it, and we eat later?”

“Damn right, they can.”

I slowly slidmy three lubed fingers in and out of her and then sucked her clit.

“Please.” She whispered as her hips jerked out of control.

“Please, what, baby?”

“Please suck me. I want to feel your tongue inside of me.”

“Not yet, pretty mama.”

I slowly slid my fourth finger inside of her while I worked her clit with my thumb. Kaifiya’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth flew open.

“Relax, baby. Fisting can be pleasurable if you let it be.”

“I just want to feel you, Smoke.”

“And you will. Breathe and relax, baby.”

She did as I asked until she relaxed enough to welcome the feeling of my fingers curving in her pussy. I kept working with her until she came.

“Let me feel that metal, baby.”

When I dove into her without protection, it was like coming home. Her legs and arms wrapped around me, and her lips connected to mine in an unbreakable bond. I felt good as shit. Half an hour after our arrival, a nigga was back balls deep in his baby’s pussy where he belonged.

I knew that our relationship seemed to be on a fast-moving train, but I was certain of where my life was headed. At thirty-three and soon to be thirty-four in a couple of months, a nigga had zero tolerance for games and bullshit. This was my shorty. And in time, she would understand how deep that shit went.

My mouth covered Kaifiya’s, and I sucked on her tongue as my balls grew heavier. She convulsed around my dick, trying to make me give up that sacred nut. But I wasn’t ready yet. It hadbeen too long since I’d been in her walls, and I just wanted to drown in them for a while longer.

I pulled back from the kiss.

“Stop that shit.”

“Whaaat?”

“Trying to make me nut.”

“I’m about to go, Smoke.”

“Then go, sweets. But I’m in this pussy, and I ain’t in no rush. I’ma put that little ass to bed, wore out after all the shit you took me through these last couple of weeks.”

Her hands stroked the back of my head. “What did I put you through?” Her voice was whiny but thick with arousal.

“Keeping me from getting in my pussy.”

Kaifiya rocked her hips up. “You like that?”

“Yeah, baby. That’s it,” I whispered.

She did it a few more times, convulsing around me the entire time. I smirked, pulled back, and sucked her titty into my mouth.

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