Page 11 of When Love Becomes A Need
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I arched my back and threw my body against his with my eyes closed. Sweat covered my face as I moaned softly, gripping his back, my nails digging into his flesh.
He grabbed my chin as he pushed deep into me, forcing my eyes to pop open.
“What I tell you about closing your eyes, beautiful?” Ahmad’s dark eyes bore into me, causing my breath to halt. I sucked in a deep breath as his strokes grew slower and deeper.
His thick lips covered mine and we kissed passionately. He slowly kissed down my face, connecting his lips to my neck. His teeth pierced my skin.
“Ahmad,” I moaned softly.
My body seemed to have a mind of its own. My legs wrapped around his body, pulling him into me even more. He pulled up and positioned himself on his forearms.
He looked down at his dick moving in and out of me before looking into my eyes.
This weird feeling filled my stomach. My heart swelled as I stared at the sweat drip from his smooth skin. I reached up and cuffed his beard. Raising one of his hands, he grabbed my wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.
Ahmad sat up and his stroke sped up. His hands ran over my bare body. My nipples hardened even more. He circled my buds with his thumbs, twisting them. The pain , mixed with the pleasure he was bringing me, caused a pounding in my head.
He grabbed my legs and held them, skillfully moving in and out of me. Not too much later, the both of us were cumming.
I shot up panting heavily, sweat covering my body. I looked around my dark room and grabbed my chest. My heart was pounding in my chest.
I swallowed hard and slowly laid back on my pillow while still panting.
What the hell was that?
I normally slept naked, so I lowered my hand between my legs, and my eyes widened, taking in how wet I was. My clit was sensitive as hell.
Why the hell was I dreaming about Ahmad?
This wasn’t even me. One main rule I promised myself I would stick by was to never give a man the ability to leave me heartbroken. So far, I’ve done a good job of that. I watched what heartbreak could do to a woman with my mom, and I never wanted to experience that, but it was like since Ahmad first entered the coffee shop, I’ve had some unspoken attraction to him.
I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but there was something about Ahmad that had captured something inside me and wouldn’t let go.
How was it possible not to know this man from a can of paint but want him near you? How could I wish his brawny arms were wrapped around my body right now, keeping me warm while my leg rested over his waist?
Was it possible to be so smitten over someone that I could feel the touch of their skin grazing my body without ever physically feeling them? I closed my eyes and his smile flashed in my thoughts. My pussy started leaking again.
Shit.I wasn’t sure what this man was doing to me, but I didn’t like it. I needed to get a grip on the way I was feeling and quick. Nothing good could come from me pursuing him,right?
CHAPTER 4
Ahmad
“Autumn, you know I don’t play about phones at my table,” my mom commented.
I glanced at my sister. “I know, just let me finish sending this text.” Autumn kept texting on her phone.
“No, put the phone away.”
“Mom.”
“You heard your mother, baby girl,” my dad intervened.
Autumn poked her lip out and pouted before setting her phone down.
“I just needed to send a quick message,” she mumbled.
