Page 151 of Curvy Girl Summer

“Why did you ignore me?” he asked as he kissed me, caressing his tongue against mine. “Why did you switch up on me?”

My body was like putty in his hands, and he knew it. It was almost manipulative to ask me anything while he was stroking me. The way he was kissing me and touching me almost had me saying things I didn’t want to say.

So, I moved one of my hands down the front of him.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and his fingers stilled as my hand brushed against his dick.

“Talk to me. Tell me why,” he rasped, one of his hands leaving my body.

“I don’t know,” I whimpered as he lightly caressed my clit.

“You’re not being honest with me,” he murmured. “So now I’m going to have to make you tell me.”

He moved his lips over mine, and we kissed with reckless abandon. I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. I was so focused on watching him, he caught me off guard when he spun me around. Bending me so my head was against the door and my ass was out, he stooped down and ate my pussy from the back.

It took two and a half seconds for me to come on his face.

He rose to his feet and pushed me against the door. He pinned me with his body and whispered, “You taste so fucking good.” He kissed my neck. “But I didn’t tell you that you could come yet.” He kissed the spot behind my ear before flicking my earlobe with his tongue. “You don’t seem like you’re done yet. You have another one for me?”

My body was on fire. My pussy was quivering. I wanted him in the worst way.

“Yes,” I answered breathily.

“You’re ready to give it to me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

My breathing hitched as I felt his erection against me. Gripping the jamb, I rested my forehead against the wooden door. The sound of the music and the people outside of the office were drowned out by the sound of my heart racing.

Forcing my skirt up around my waist, he palmed my bare ass. He moved so I could feel his dick against my skin. “Is this what you want?”

“Yessss.” I swallowed hard. I was damn near salivating.

“You want me to fuck you?”

I trembled in response. “Yes.”

“Tell me.” He kissed the space right behind my ear before trailing kisses down my neck. His lips brushed against my shoulder. Taking a step back, he placed his hand along my spine and bent me over. He lifted my skirt, grabbed my exposed hips tightly, and pressed his dick into my soft ass.

I closed my eyes. “Ahmad, please,” I begged.

“I already know you do… I can tell by how wet this pussy is,” he breathed as I felt him lining up against me.

The head of his dick pressed against my opening, and my breathing hitched.

Ahmad reached around and squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “But I’m not going to give it to you until you’re honest with me,” he whispered.

My eyes flew open. “What?”

“Tell me what you want.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I held in a moan as he pushed the head of his dick into me.

“Tell me what I want to know,” he demanded, digging his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself.

I was so wet that the pressure of him stretching me was a delicious pain.

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