Page 74 of Real's Love

She tried to squirm away, but I held her, enjoying the feel of her pussy fluttering around me, her orgasm coming even as she was horrified that her sister was at the door.

“Montréal , please! You have to stop,” she hissed.

“Nah. Tell her you good.”

“Real—”

I picked up my pace. She bit back a moan.

“Tell her you good, Love.”

She sucked in a few breaths before calling, “I’m g-good, Em.”

“You satisfied?” I heard Prime ask.

“No, I’m not,” Emory snapped. “Ev, you sure? You know what? I’m about to come in.”

She and Prime fell into a whispered argument as Love looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide.

“Real, please,” she moaned, even as her knees started to buckle.

“Convince her,” I taunted. “Convince her unless you want your sister to walk in and see you getting this tight little pussy fucked.”

“For real, Emory. I’m f—” her last word was lost in a soft scream as I thrust into her deep, holding myself there as I hungrily sucked on her neck.

She creamed on my dick as Prime led a suddenly quiet Emory away. I pulled out and swept her up, carrying her to the bed and dropping her before I climbed on top.

“I can’t believe you just did that. I hate you,” she lied as she spread her thighs for me.

I sank back inside her as I captured her lips again. I moved more slowly, stirring deep, sipping lazily on her moans and sighs. Her hips circled beneath me even as her eyes filled. She hated when I made love to her because she loved it so much.

“Why do you do this, Real?”

“Why you only want it if I’m destroying yo’ pussy?” I shot back.

A tear slid from the corner of each eye. I kissed those, too.

“This is not what we do,” she argued.

“New rule: we do whatever the fuck I say.”

Glaring at me, she exhaled loudly. "I wasn't on some mission to spy on you. There is no reason for you to be here. Did you forget the part where I said this is over? I meant it. Seriously, we are done!"

I smirked at her. "You'd be more convincing if you weren't about to cum on my dick again. And shit is done when I say it is. Look! Another rule."

She swallowed a sigh and buried her face in my shoulder. I fucked her unhurriedly, until she was thrashing beneath me, the repeated tightening of her silky walls pulling me toward my own nut.

“I’m not lying, Real,” she insisted as her body convulsed around mine, greedily milking my dick.

“You better not be,” I mumbled as I spilled into her. “We’ll see.”

I lay there for a few minutes, letting my lips explore her face and upper body, until she sighed again and pushed against me.

"Get up. That's the second time we were careless, Montréal. Now, I gotta see if Mr. Drake carries Plan Bs at the pharmacy and my business gon' be all over town. He already got little slick comments about birth control."

"Y'all got one pharmacy? Ay, yo..." I laughed at that as I withdrew from her and stood.

She sucked her teeth as she made a face and got out of the bed.

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