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When Ishmael carried us to bed and turned my body around so my ass was in his face, I doubted how long I would be able to last in that position. So close to Ishmael’s long dick, I didn’t hesitate to swirl my tongue around the tip and massage his balls. The sweet taste of his pre-cum made my mouth water. The moans from his lips made my pussy throb. Fear of suffocating him caused me to hold myself up, but Ishmael bit into my ass cheek and yanked me down.
“Stop being scary, and let me taste it,” I heard him say in a muffled tone.
His shit talking motivated my hips to rock back and forth until a quiver raced up my spine. “Oh shit, Ishmael. Right there. Lick me right there,” I begged as my hands slithered up to my hard nipples.
Ishmael’s fingers ran down my back while his tongue tended to the hole below my waist. I could feel a tightness in the pit of my stomach when he moved his fingers from my clit to my asshole.
“Aww, yes. Do that,” I professed. “Keep doing that shit. Make me cum. I want to cum, baby.” I twisted my pussy against his chin until my orgasm hit then a minute later subsided. Between narrowed eyes, I saw his dick twitch. The need to please him terminated the thought of taking a break.
“I want you on top of me,” I declared, already getting into position.
Ishmael didn’t utter a word as he slowly slid inside of me, as if savoring the sensation of my warmth clinging to him. Even with us linked, I lifted my hips so he would go deeper.
“You have no business having pussy this good. You feel my dick throbbing inside of you?”
I nodded as I traced my fingernails from the top of his butt up to the back of his neck. I inherited the tremors that tore through when he leaned down and grasped my nipple between his lips.
“Mmm. That is my spot. Suck harder.”
My breathing increased when my generous lover followed my command and added teeth. The combination of pleasure and pain had me ready to nut fast like a nigga fresh out of the pen.
“I know you want to cum again,” Ishmael suggested as if reading my mind. “I can feel your pussy getting soaked again. Pussy grippin’ my shit like it got a mouth on it.”
“You’re doing that to me,” I whined in a soft voice. “You’re fucking me so good. I can’t hold it.”
“Give it to me. There ain’t no reason for you to hold it, baby.” He thrusted into me. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”
Chapter 7
Ishmael
Call You Rose
From the right side of my bed, I watched Clarke as she slept. She rested her head on her forearm, leaving a dab of drool to balance on her lips. The night before, her hair hung down her back, but now, her thick mane shriveled up to her shoulders. Even together, for only twelve hours, I got a preview of scars makeup couldn’t conceal, and I listened to night murmurs that only subsided once I tightened my hold on her.
Though Clarke’s light snore pierced the air, a smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. I never thought I could experience chaos and serenity in the same night, but after breaking up Clarke’s fight, then falling asleep with her pussy juice on my lips, I was a believer.
“Stalker.” Clarke’s hoarse voice spread a sneer across my lips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t front. I felt you watching me.”
“Call it what you want. You’re beautiful. I like looking at you.”
She snuggled up to me, pressing her naked breasts against my chest. “Usually, that would bother me, but when you say it, it makes me feel like . . . you’re looking at more than what’s on the outside. That look is what got me into trouble last night.”
With a handful of her hair, I pulled Clarke’s head back, then ran my tongue from the base of her neck up to her chin. “You damn right about that. You let me into your body with no protection more times than I can count.”
“I’m more worried that I let you into my mind. My heart.”
I cringed, hearing she was unsure of what we were doing. Clarke never seemed bold enough to be transparent with her mom or her friends, but with me, she said exactly what came to mind.
“I’m sorry for intruding on your space, especially after showing my ass at the event.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I like having you in my bed. If you’re here, I know you’re safe.”
“That’s why I’m never leaving,” she declared before shimmying her body further under the covers.
