Page 175 of Curvy Girl Summer

His chest rose and fell as if he were taking in my answer. “I can see it in your eyes, Aaliyah.”

My skin burned with anticipation as he leaned forward and trailed kisses down my neck. His fingers gripped my hips as he kissed his way to my breasts. Looking up at me as his nose nuzzled my hardened nipples, he smirked.

Biting down gently, he swirled his tongue around. I sucked in a sharp breath before sighing his name. I was already turned on from the way he kissed me, but when he suctioned his wet mouth around my nipple, I wasn’t just damp. I was soaking wet.

“Ahmad,” I moaned. “I feel—oh!”

My sentence was cut short by his finger sliding across my slit. The damp lace underwear was no match for how wet I’d gotten the material and how skilled Ahmad’s hands were. As he toyed with me, my head rocked back against the wall, and my eyes fluttered shut. Without warning, he slipped a finger past the lace and ran it over the length of my slit.

“All of this is for me?” he asked, finding his way inside me. He added another finger, and I almost came on contact. “You’re this wet for me, Aaliyah?”

“Yes, yes, yes, oh,” I panted. “Yes.”

He grunted his approval of the sounds he was pulling out of me before he covered my mouth with his own. His tongue played with mine as his fingers did the same.

I was in heaven.

“Shit,” Ahmad swore under his breath as he pulled out of the kiss and increased the pace of his fingers.

“I want to feel you. I want you inside me.”

I reached for his dick, but he grabbed my hand and held it against the wall.

“I’ve imagined how you look when you’re coming, and I missed it last night,” he uttered before kissing me. “I’m not going to miss it again. I need to see you… I need to see this pretty face as I’m playing with this pretty pussy. I need to see you come for me. I need it.” His rough tone combined with his gentle touch was causing a tingling sensation. “Are you gonna give it to me, Aaliyah? It sounds like it. Yeah, that’s it. Listen to how wet this pussy is. It sounds good. This pussy sounds so good. And all this juice is for me? I can’t wait to taste you again. I can’t wait to slide right in this pretty—that’s it.”

“Oh God!” I cried as the orgasm snuck up on me and caused me to buck against his hand.

“Yeah,” he grunted before his mouth covered mine hungrily.

I put my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Never taking his mouth from mine, he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his pants. I thought he was bending down to move his pantsout of the way, but he stooped down, grabbed my ass, and then lifted me without warning.

“Ahmad!” I gasped, clutching onto his neck. “You’re going to drop me.”

“I’m not going to drop you.” He moved across the room with surprising ease. His fingers dug into my ass as he traveled the short distance; carrying my two-hundred-plus-pound body didn’t seem to faze him at all. When we got to the bed, he met my gaze. “You doubted me. You should never doubt me.”

I touched his still-bandaged wound. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more. Is your arm okay?”

“My arm is good,” he assured me. “I’m good. You’re good. We’re good.”

I bit down on my bottom lip. “Ahmad, what are you doing?”

He ran his tongue from one corner of his mouth to another. “Making sure you know this is real.”

My gut twisted, and my heart pounded in my chest.

There was nothing and no one I’d ever wanted more than him in that moment. As he slid me down his muscular body, he placed me on the bed. With his dick hard and heavy at eye level, it was impossible to look anywhere else.

“Aaliyah,” he whispered as he stroked himself.

When I finally met his gaze, he looked as if he wanted to devour me.

“You know I want you,” he groaned.

Mesmerized, I watched his hand move over his thick eight inches. I nodded. “I want you, too,” I assured him.

I held his gaze as I slinked my way to the top of the bed. I made a show of removing my G-string. Keeping my eyes on him, I tossed it off the side of the bed. Running my hands over my breasts, I rolled my nipples between my fingers. Reclining against the stacks of pillows, I let my legs inch open. Propping myself up with one arm, I let my other hand move over my soft belly and stopped at the apex of my thighs.

“I think I made it really clear that I want you,” I reiterated.

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