Page 149 of Curvy Girl Summer

“Talk to me,” he demanded.

I licked my lips. “Make me.”

Breathing heavily, we continued staring at each other.

The way his eyes flashed gave me chills.

He let go of my hips and reached around me. As soon as I heard the click of the door locking, he cupped my face with both hands.

“You’re so fucking stubborn, Aaliyah,” he uttered before covering my mouth with his. Feeling the sweet heat of his lips and knowing it was going to go somewhere, my body curved into his. As he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazed mine, and I hit my breaking point.

The desire I felt for him was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself. I placed my hand on his dick. I didn’t care about consequences. My fingers slipped between us, and as soon as they slid across the front of his pants, something animalistic took over the both of us.

“Shit,” he groaned into my mouth.

The rumble in his chest made the throbbing between my thighs intensify.

I ran my hand up and down his erection as it strained against his pants. The thought of his dick and how big it felt had my entire body on edge.

Dipping his head, he pinned my shoulders against the door, and he suctioned his mouth to my waiting nipple. The wet heat made me moan as he alternated from one nipple to the other.

“Ahmad,” I whispered wantonly.

“What did I tell you about saying my name like that?” he growled, crashing his mouth into mine.

I slipped my hand in his pants again. This time, I went inside his boxer briefs. The palm of my hand ran down his shaft before I squeezed gently, applying pressure. “I don’t want to talk…”

He closed his eyes and let his head drop back momentarily as I pushed his boxer briefs down. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath. “What do you want to do?”

He was so thick that my fingertips didn’t touch as I held him, caressing him on my way down and then back up his full eight inches.

“You’re going to have to say it?” He grabbed my face and kissed me softly. He pulled away from my lips and started trailing kisses across my jawline, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “I know what you want, but you’re going to have to say it.”

Panting as his hands slid up and down my body, I couldn’t get my mind to work properly, let alone my voice box. The only thing that came out of me was a moan.

“Was this what you wanted, Aaliyah?” He lightly bit down on my nipple. “Or do you want more?”

“More.”

“I can give you more,” he whispered, grabbing my skirt. Pulling it up and gathering it at my waist, he squatted in front of me. “Hold this,” he demanded, giving me the hem. “Is this what you needed?” He kissed me along my panty line. “Is this what you need from me?”

Oh, shit.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathily.

Licking his lips, he unclasped my bodysuit and then hooked his fingers in my panties.

“I’m going to spell out my apology with my tongue and makeyou come on it.” Yanking the G-string down roughly, he removed it and then looked up at me. “Is that okay with you?”

Unable to trust my voice, I nodded.

Never shifting his eyes from mine, he placed my leg over his shoulder and nuzzled his nose into me, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm… I need to hear you say it,” he whispered against my bare flesh.

“Yes.”

I saw the desire in his eyes as he buried his face between my thighs. Using his tongue, he opened me up and ran it over my slit.

“Oh. My. God.” I buckled against the door, and my knees shook. With one hand gripping my skirt and the other on the back of his head, I rocked into his mouth.

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