Page 21 of In the Lonely Hour

“Over a year.”

“Damn. I got a lot of time to make up for.”

“Andres,” she called before giggling. “She can’t hear us.”

“Then be quiet.”

“That’s a lot easier to say than to do.”

“Why is that?” His voice was playful as he kissed the back of her neck, sliding his fingers between her slippery folds. “Does it feel that good?”

“Yes,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider so he could slip his finger inside.

“You gon’ cum and show me how much?”

“Yes, Dre,” she surrendered, whining when he pulled his finger out.

Andres gripped her thighs and pushed them forward, eyes locked with hers as he swirled his tongue over her opening and across her clit. Biting down on her bottom lip, Layla controlled her breathing. She was probably most sensitive to his tongue more than anything else. As she squirmed against him, her eyes closed and mouth parted. She began to hum when he slurped and tugged on her clit. Covering her face with a pillow, Layla giggled as he took her over the edge. His fingers pressed their way into her as she came, causing her to moan a little louder than she’d intended to.

Once her orgasm subsided, Andres pulled the pillow from over her face. His grin made her roll her eyes. He flipped her over onto her stomach, sliding into her so effortlessly she wasn’t able to stop the moan that escaped.

“Didn’t I say be quiet?” he reminded, holding her down by her hips as he filled her with long, deep strokes.

She couldn’t answer him. All she could do was whimper as her eyes fluttered. Needing more control, Layla tried to get on her knees, but that proved to be the wrong move. The sound of his body slapping against hers as her wetness coated his shaft filled the room. Pulling her hair and arching her back, Andres groaned quietly as he picked up his pace.

At the feel of those tingles shooting up her core, Layla reached back and grabbed his wrist. She wanted to push him out before she came, but it felt so good she couldn’t stop him.

“Oh my God,” she slurred, pussy leaking and tightening as he slipped a finger into her ass. “Dreeee,” she moaned before going completely silent.

When her walls started to pulse, she fell into the bed, crying out as he continued to stroke her. He was so in tune with her,his dick began to throb and release before he could even pull out. She tried to stop moaning so loudly, but the feel of his wet load mixing with her cum as he mercilessly drilled her had her getting riled up all over again.

“Ma!” Dior yelled, banging on her door.

“Shit,” Layla grumbled, pushing Andres out of her. Tumbling out of bed, she wrapped herself in her robe as thoroughly as she could while running over to the door.

“Mom!”

“I’m here,” she answered, swinging the door open, but using her body to keep Dior from looking inside.

“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”

Dior looked around Layla’s tall frame.

“I’m fine, Dior. I’m sorry for startling you.”

“Why did you scream?”

“I um… had a lump in my back and um… Mr. Dre was helping me work it out.”

Dior’s brows wrinkled as she looked her mother’s face over. “Mr. Dre is in there with you?”

“He is.”

“Let me see.” Layla chuckled as she looked back to make sure Andres was decent. He’d managed to hop back into his clothes, though his shirt was on inside out. “Okay. You’re always safe with him.”

Layla’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Dior head back down the hall. She didn’t realize she was frozen, trapped in her thoughts, until Andres gently closed the door.

“She knows I’m safe with you,” Layla announced, as if Andres hadn’t heard her himself. He took her hand and pulled her back over to the bed with a playful grin. “What are you doing?”

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