Page 153 of Curvy Girl Summer

His strokes consistently hit the right spot, and my body was loving each and every second of it.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

I wasn’t doing a good job at keeping my moaning under control. I tried my best to hold it together, but I felt myself coming undone as soon as he picked up the pace.

“Please. Don’t. Stop,” I pleaded.

He sucked in air sharply. “Goddammit, Aaliyah,” he swore under his breath. “You’re so fucking wet.”

As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. Each swear, each groan, each grunt from Ahmad added to my building orgasm. Even though we were trying not to make any noise, our bodies were getting louder.

My knees buckled, and I cried out.

“Oh, you like that, Aaliyah?” he growled.

As I moaned in ecstasy, my muscles clenched, and I started clamping down around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he continued to hit my spot. “That’s it. Let me have it. Let me feel it. Come on this dick. Give it to me, Aaliyah.”

I gasped as the fluttering feeling deep in my core detonated.

My back arched, and my body shook. The ache deep inside me exploded as I felt his throbbing dick and heard the raspy need in his voice.

My damp thighs quivered, and I collapsed against the door just as he pulled out of me.

A sexy guttural grunt burst out of him as he slumped against me. I watched as his seed splattered on the concrete floor between my legs. He spread kisses all over my back as he pulled me against him.

With our bodies still buzzing, our heavy, satiated breathing filled the room.

He kissed my shoulder and neck. “That was—”

The firm knock against the door reverberated through my body, and I was sure my eyes were as wide as his. Panic replaced the sexual high I was on as the sound of someone at the door startled us apart.

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Scrambling away from the door, I frantically snapped my bodysuit in place and then pushed my skirt down to cover myself. Ahmad wiped my juices from his mouth and beard, and although his face appeared dry, his beard was shinier. Tucking his semihard dick back into his underwear, he yanked his pants up and buckled his belt.

Another round of knocks, and then the doorknob jiggled again.

Putting his finger to his lips, he indicated for me not to speak.

I made a face and nodded.What else was I going to do besides be quiet?

My birthday was the next day, and I had no intention of rolling into my thirties in jail. I had no interest in a public lewdness charge and being held in lockup on the weekend of my party. I wasn’t even completely sure what we did was a crime, but I knew that if someone walked in on us, it would’ve been a problem. I glanced up at Ahmad and saw the contrition in his expression.

He grabbed a bunch of tissues and wiped the evidence of our lust from in front of the door. The damp spot on the floor no longer looked like what it was, but it certainly left a mark.

After tossing the tissues in the trash, he put his ear to the door. After listening for about thirty seconds, he turned to me.

Staring at my lips and then my eyes, he uttered, “Let’s give it a minute.”

Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Okay.”

After a moment of silence, he said, “It drove me crazy to see you with him.”

His admission made the air in the room seem thicker. Our mouths gravitated toward each other. His breath on my face made my skin tingle. His words made the rest of my body tingle.

“Is that why you followed me?” I wondered breathily.

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