Page 38 of Loving a Libra
My legs were weak, and I hadn’t caught my breath, but I followed his command. With each knee on either side of his body, I slowly sank onto his ten inches.
“Oh, my fuckin’ God! It shouldn’t be this good.”
He covered my mouth with his, and I savored my flavor on his tongue. He moved to my neck before his lips landed on my shoulder. When I felt his teeth sink into my skin, the mild pain caused my pussy to tighten.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“I see you like a little pain with your pleasure. I can’t wait to explore your boundaries.”
He sat back, grabbing my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing. My breasts had never in my life been as sensitive as they had been the past few days. I’d been going braless because it was much more comfortable. My pussy quaked around his dick, causing a sexy smirk to form.
“Baby, I’m cum?—”
“Nah, not yet.”
“Baby, I?—”
“Hold it!”
I wasn’t sure how I did it, but I held onto my nut for dear life.
“Please, Riq. I need to cum.”
“Not until I say.”
He held onto my waist and fucked the shit out of me. One would think I had some control because I was on top, but that was nowhere near the case. My breasts bounced up and down as he slammed my ass against his thighs.
“Please, baby. Can I?—”
“Let it go!”
My walls contracted while his dick pulsed, creating the most beautiful, erotic, intoxicating feeling I’d ever experienced. I cried and screamed, and he groaned and grunted while our love juice collided. I’d never been more grateful that I had nothing to do and nowhere to be. I was tapped the fuck out.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you.”
“Let’s get married.”
“Okay.”
He lifted his head from my shoulder, and I did the same from his. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I wasn’t sure what mine communicated to him, but I saw nothing but love in his.
“You answered too fast, Devyn. Don’t say shit you don’t mean. I wanted to marry you when you belonged to someone else. This ain’t a game to me.”
“I mean it. I love you, Tariq. I want to be your wife.”
“Is it because you’re pregnant?”
I gasped. “Huh?”
“Your pussy is always top notch, but this shit is other worldly. Your titties and ass are fuller, your clit is bulging from behind your lips, your nectar is wetter and sweeter, and your walls are tighter than a muthafucka. This pussy feels different than it did three days ago. When did you plan to tell me?”
“I wasn’t keepingit from you, if that’s what you think,” she said, timidly.
“That’s not what I think, but I’d like to know when you planned to tell me.”
“I only started suspecting I might be a few days ago. I haven’t taken a test yet.”
