Page 30 of Wild Thoughts, Reckless Nights
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Starved. I barely ate today. I went to Kennedy’s and fell asleep, woke up and came straight home, so I haven’t had anything since this morning.”
I got up and strolled over to her. Once I was in front of her, I lifted her chin so she could look up at me.
“You gotta take care of yourself better than that, baby. I need you nourished.”
My words came out husky. Being around Jameela always had me turned the hell on.
By the way her nipples began to poke through my shirt that covered her body, she was equally turned on.
I leaned down to taste her luscious lips, and she moaned at the contact allowing me to slip my tongue into her warm, minty mouth.
“Shit, MiMi… I want you so damn bad. It drives me fucking crazy.”
“I want you too.”
That was all I needed. I picked her ass up and told her to wrap her legs around my waist. I know she said she was hungry, but the way her body called to me… food was going to have to wait.
The energy between us took a quick turn, and I couldn’t even control it. Next thing I knew, I had her up against the wall, pants around my damn thighs and pulling her onto my dick.
“Jameela, damn, girl. What are you doing to me? I just wanna live in this pussy. You're making me lose my damn mind.”
“Nah… I’m MiMi when you’re buried this deep inside me.”
Shitttt.
I was going to come.
I leaned down and bit her nipple through her shirt and stroked her harder, needing her to come with me. I was not about to leave her hanging. I wanted her to fall apart with me.
She always had the ability to pull the nut right out of me, with her warm, tight walls, sweet melodic words and soft touches. I swear Jameela took me to another level.
“Baby… urgggh,” I groaned. “Shit, MiMi…”
My release was right there, and I tried like hell to pull it back.
Jameela moaned my name and contracted around my dick, and I was done for. I spurted deep in her walls. The way that shit came up out of my ass, I would’ve thought I hadn’t had sex in months instead of a mere day. But that was what Jameela did to me. She owned my dick, and took what she wanted.
And my ass was willing to give her any damn thing she wanted.
I continued to stroke through my explosion, to make sure Jameela got her own release, but the way her walls gripped me, I knew she did.
Even though we both met our end, I selfishly didn’t want our connection to be over.
“Saeed… you make me feel so damn good.”
Jameela’s moans and whimpers against my ear already had my dick stirring again.
But I wanted to get some food in her.
I kissed her one last time and planted her back on her feet. She wobbled a bit, and I smirked. I loved seeing her with that,I just got fucked goodwalk. So, I let her lead the way into the kitchen so I could stare after her and watch her ass as it jiggled and tried to escape the bottom of my tee.
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Seventeen - Jameela
Ahmad whipped up a few steaks and a side salad for us to eat. And it was good as hell.
