Page 127 of Love's Most Wanted
We partied for a bit more, and my boy Sif was so happy on that dancefloor with his wife, singing along with her and everything, cause of that head he got. We were cracking up, especially because he was more laid back usually.
My favorite part was slow dancing to “Faded Pictures” with Unique though. Anything involving him was my favorite.
“We want to thank everyone for coming today and making an already special day even more amazing. But I really want to thank my husband for always going above and beyond for me. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband, father to my baby girl, and father to my son, who I pray turns out to be just like his daddy.” The room let out awws and giggles since most of us were twisted, including the new married couple. “He made it snow for me! I am really spoiled now.” Anastazia beamed as she spoke into the microphone.
“Now and for forever,” Asif said, making his brothers shout in agreement and praise. I couldn’t stop laughing at how he was still beaming from that head.
“You guys can stay at the reception as long as you want to, and the hotel is booked for the rest of the week, so stay as long as you want in your suites as well. And on that note, we’re leaving.” She handed the microphone back to the deejay as we cheered, following them out of the ballroom and then the hotel.
We watched as Asif helped Anastazia into the car, before he got in himself, pulling off. They were headed to the private airport to leave on a jet to their honeymoon.
“That was so fun.” I fell back onto the bed once Unique and I returned to the suite.
“How fun?” I felt his hands gliding up my dress, and it made me smile and giggle drunkenly.
“Very,” I moaned, feeling his lips press to my inner thigh as he trailed his way up.
His big hands gripped the waistband of my panties as he began to tug them downward. Once he had them off and past my feet, Unique gently placed my legs onto his shoulders, swiping his tongue between my folds, slowly.
“This what I been waiting to eat all day,” he moaned, sucking on my clit as I spread my legs wider.
I loved the way Unique ate pussy, like he had a passion for it, studied it, and made sure to master the shit.
Spreading my legs wasn’t good enough, so he pushed my thighs out and upward for more access as he buried his mouth in my pussy, ignoring the abundance of nectar that leaked down his face.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, nails scraping the back of his head as I began to cum.
My legs quivered as the orgasm overtook me, and Unique continued with his tongue lashing, before filling me with two of his fingers. My eyes seemingly rolled into the back of my head as I came apart yet again, calling out his name.
He kissed up my stomach as he shoved my dress upward, and once it was off, I tugged him down to me so we could kiss nastily. I didn’t wanna let him go, so he made do, unbuckling his slacks and freeing himself.
“KK.” He moaned into my neck as soon as the head of his long, girthy dick made its way inside of me.
He moved slowly as I hugged his neck, caressing the back of his fresh fade as his beard tickled my neck while he rocked in and out of me.
We were both so tipsy we hadn’t bothered to cut the lights off, so we were right there on the bed, fucking with all the lights on like we were flagging in planes. And as fine as my husband was, I didn’t mind seeing every crevice of him as he brought me to my peak for the fourth time tonight.
“I love you.” I cooed against his mouth as he started to speed up, slamming into my wet pussy and rendering me silent.
I held onto him as he went even harder, nearing the edge, and just as I felt that familiar swirl of sensation, he finished too.
“I love you more,” he finally responded, panting as we kissed.
We ended up staying at the hotel for three more days since it was already paid for, and I couldn’t have asked for a better vacation at home in a sense. I got to kick it with the girls and my man as much as I wanted, lay on the beach and play in the snow within days of each other and all without a worry in the world.
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Entering my aunt Bell’s home, I was surprised to see Sharon on the couch in what looked like her nightclothes. It was in the evening, so either she spent the night last night or was planning to tonight.
“Hi, Kabrina.” She smiled softly.
“Hey. Where is Aunt Bell?”
“She’s in the shower. I feel bad because my kids and I are in her home, and it’s not much space,” she said.
Sitting next to her, I asked, “You’ve been staying here?”
“We have. The kids sleep in the extra room, and I’ve been out here.” She looked down as she spoke, as if she were ashamed.
