Page 12 of Forbidden Love

She laughed softly and that shit did something to me. Just like the diva she was, she waited patiently for me to get out of the car and come open her door. Inside, I walked ahead as she followed behind me. I already knew she was going to be amazed like most females would be by all the glass walls and art thatcame with this spot. I bought the house as is, just a place to get away from the hood.

I turned and watched her, the way her hips moved with each step she took without even trying.

“You good?” I asked, even though I ain’t care about the answer.

She was grown and made her decision when she followed me out the club. She nodded her head as we stood in the front room. I stepped close enough to smell the liquor on her breath.

“I’m only gone say this shit once, and I know yo ass ain’t that drunk to not comprehend.” I walked her backwards then pressed her against the wall.

I wrapped one hand around her neck, the other slid down to grab a handful of ass. Her lips parted along with a gasp.

“I’m gon’ fuck you real good. Ain’t no phone calls, no text messages or none of the fairytale shit you pray for. You still want this shit or not?”

This time, Yeremy looked up at me, lost for words. Seconds later she got on her tippy toes then wrapped her arms around me. I was shocked when she kissed me like she was already addicted. Right then and there, I knew I was lying to myself with the short speech I gave her.

“Show me to your bedroom then, Mr. One and Done,” Yeremy said seductively.

I showed her to my room and in seconds, I had us both naked. Yeremy was shaped like a pear. She stood in front of me as I put the condom on, eyeing her. Her toffee skin gleamed under my dim lights. My eyes traced the curve of her wide and full hips. I appreciated the view up to the small pouch above her bare pussy. Her face was round, cheeks full and rosy. When she pressed her lips together, I could see the small dimples in her cheeks.

Yeremy’s face was perfect; she had full lips and her nose was small like a button. Her deep dark almond eyes stared back at me with mischief. Her body would make a nigga look, but her face could make a nigga stay. I shook off my thoughts and told her to come here. She walked confidently without covering herself. That was a plus. I dealt with different shapes when it came to women.

I didn’t give a fuck if she was skinny, big, tall, or short. As long as she presented herself right, had confidence and smelled better than she looked, I was with it.

“Tell a nigga what you want, Ma.” I ran my knuckles down her chin then cupped it.

My thumb ran over her bottom lip as I slowly pushed it in and out of her mouth. She sucked it slow and softly with hooded lust-filled eyes. A sexy moan left Yeremy’s lips and that answered my question. I spun her sexy ass around and grabbed a hand full of hair. I slid my hand between her thighs then slid it up and down her wet slit. I took some of her wetness that gushed out from her tunnel and brought it up to my nose.

Smell check cleared; I licked my fingers dry then buried my dick inside of her.

Fuck!I froze inside of her. Yeremy’s pussy felt like it never been penetrated before. I gently pulled out and groaned then slammed back inside of her. With each thrust, her ass jiggled as her French tip nails gripped at my comforter.

“Throw that pussy back on a nigga.” I smacked her ass then spread her ass cheeks far apart.

Her pussy fluttered then suctioned me further in. She started winding her hips and throwing it back. I leaned down and nipped at her earlobe. My hands creeped underneath her to cup her double D titties. I pinched at her pebbled nipples and listened to her soft sexy moans.

“Oh, baby!” She cried out.

It was a battle not to lose my mind while I was deep inside of her guts. This was the kind of pussy that niggas got killed over. It was untouchable pussy, the kind that Yeremy put on a shelf to shine and polish for muthafucka’s to marvel at.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, snatching my dick out of her and slapping it against her ass.

Thinking quick before nutting, I flipped her ass on her back and did the number one thing that I didn’t do to hoes. I dived in head first, sucking both pussy lips into my mouth. My tongue parted her slit and flicked at her clit.

“Damn,” I muttered against her.

She tasted like something raw and pure; a little sweat didn’t bother me. Yeremy was clean. She gasped as her hips twitched, and I decided to slow shit down. I got comfortable between her thighs then ran the tip of my tongue along her slit, light and patiently to tease the fuck out of her. I wanted her to squirm.

I spread her lips wider with my fingers and buried my face deeper. I sucked her bud into my mouth then circled it with my tongue.

“Fuck!” She let out a broken sound.

I wrapped my arms under her thick thighs and pulled her closer to my face. I kept sucking her clit deep into my mouth like it owed me some shit. Her back arched as her fingers tried to grip my waves. I let her grind against my mouth, while my tongue flick and curled with each movement she gave. I groaned against her, wanting the vibration to hit her clit.

Yeremy’s entire body trembled, her thighs tried to close around my head, but I held them wide. She came hard, her moans and cries only made me hungrier for more. If this was the first and last time, I was gone make sure she remembered this shit forever. I wanted to taste more of Yeremy, so I licked every drop she gave me. I hated that I could already envision myself wanting more.

She was still breathing heavy, laid across my bed like I worshipped her ass. I got between her thighs and rubbed the tip of my dick against her slick folds.

“You feel that shit?” I slapped my dick against her swollen clit.

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