Page 51 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
“I’m tryna fuck the shit outta you all night.” I said as I drilled into her over and over.
“Maliii, harder.”
I went harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the typically quiet room. That shit was like music to my ears.
“Damn…fuck…you taking all this dick.”
Her legs shook, her moans turned into high-pitched cries. I reached around her and pinched her clit, and she came again,violently. Her red nails dug into her ass cheek as she rode the wave. It was a sight to behold.
I pulled out and ate her pussy some more until she was busting again.
With ease I slipped back in between her walls as her body pulled me in as she released. Hard breathing and sobbing followed after.
That was it.
“Shit…baby,” I groaned, hips jerking as that final wave hit me too. I spilled inside her, held her close, my entire body pulsing with the kind of pleasure that makes your vision blur.
We collapsed, sweaty, trembling, tangled in something that started with anLbut it wasn’t lust. I stayed inside her; forehead pressed to her back. I was in no rush to leave not only the softest but what felt like the safest place on earth.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
Slowly, I relaxed and laid us down. Her leg was hooked over mine, fingers intertwined. I felt her heartbeat steady beneath my palm and kissed her knuckles one by one.
Ashe had me fucked up.
I’ddoa bid behind this pussy.
I wish I had his number so I could tell him myself. Weak ass nigga couldn’t handle a woman like Sametra. I was on some let’s get married tomorrow type of shit.
Eventually, I eased out of bed and went to turn on the shower. Steam curled from the glass as the water heated, the sharp scent of eucalyptus rising from the bundle I kept hanging there. I liked my shit calm and intentional.
“How you feeling, baby?” I asked, offering her my hand.
“Amazing.” She looked so beautiful with her hair wild, face glowing in that post-sex haze that made my smile. She was everything.
I helped her into the bathroom and guided her down onto the bench while I grabbed a clean loofah and towel.
She looked up at me like Ihung the damn stars.
And maybe I did. At least for her. And that’s all I cared about.
But I wasn’t done—not with her moaning my name, not with the way her thighs trembled just from walking. I needed her to know that I wasn’t tapped out. I was still hungry.
I stepped into the shower, water sliding down my chest as I crouched in front of her. Her legs opened instinctively, like her body already knew what was coming.
“I need another taste, baby,” I muttered, lifting her with ease and pressing her back against the tile. “You got another one for me?”
She nodded, already breathless.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and went straight to work. No hesitation. Just focus. The first lick made her hips jerk. She hissed, tried to pull back like she wasn’t ready, but I held her right where I needed her and kept going.
I spread her open and took my time. The way she needed. The way I wanted.
Her hand slid to the back of my head, fingers digging in like she needed something to hold onto.
“That’s right,” I growled, voice muffled. “Guide me, baby. I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”
She rocked against me, rolling her hips with every lick, and just when I felt her start to come apart, I slid her down onto my dick.
