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“Thank you, Ahmad. I know sitting here eating with me was not what you had in mind, but I had a good time.”
“I didn’t mind. You were splendid company. I lowkey don’t want the night to end. Since I skipped dessert, I could use something sweet.”
Instead of Fatima looking embarrassed or shocked, a lustful expression formed on her face.
“I think I have something sweet that could satisfy you.” She pulled on her bottom lip, her eyes showed a look of hunger.
My eyes dipped low to her visible cleavage. My dick twitched in the jeans I had on. Looking back at her eyes, I tried to see if she was being for real. I know she had consumed a lot of wine and I wasn’t sure if that was what was talking right now.
“Fatima, you drank a lot of wine and I don’t want to—"
“I know what I drank, but that has nothing to do with what I’m saying. I want youtonight.”
She seductively licked her lips. Her small, pink tongue lingered for a second before she pulled it back into her mouth. Blood rushed to my dick.
“Thank you, guys, and come again,” the server said, setting the checkbook back down. I hadn’t even noticed she had come and grabbed it.
Grabbing the book, I quickly signed it, grabbed two twenties out of my wallet and placed them inside.
“Come on,” I told her, standing up.
Fatima stood up and sluggishly walked towards me. Her black high-waisted shorts hugged her small waist. I grabbed her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into me.
“You sure about this?” I whispered in her ear. I know she could probably feel my dick through my jeans.
Fatima looked behind her. “I’m sure.”
That’s all I needed her to say. I guided her out of the restaurant and she walked to her car. “You cool to drive?” I asked, helping her into the car.
“I’m not drunk, Ahmad. I’m just feeling it.” She paused and giggled. “Follow me to my house.” Her eyes went to my center and she licked her lips.
“I got you.”
Closing her door, I went to my car.
I was waiting for the irking feeling of me doing this to happen. I was waiting forthatsmall voice that told me to take my ass home, but neither showed up. In fact, the urge to be inside Fatima, hitting her with slow, powerful strokes, filled my head. I had imagined how her sex faces would look, how her moans would sound,andhow sweet her pussy would taste for too long.
Nah, I wasn’t turning around. I was about to go fulfill my hunger.
CHAPTER 11
Fatima
It was about to happen; I wasfinallyabout to feel Ahmad. Since I had my dream about him, I had been fantasizing about how he would feel inside me, stretching my pussy until I begged him to stop.
I know he was hesitant to follow me because of all the wine I had consumed, and although that played a small hand in what was about to happen, I knew this was what I wanted, what I’d been dreaming about.
What turned out to be a dub night was actually a blessing in disguise.Ahmadwas about to be in my house, in my bed. My pussy was already leaking thinking about him. All night I had been trying to keep my emotions under wraps, but whenever I looked at him, I imagined myself melting inhisarms. A puddle of hormones and lust filled my body each time he graced me with that lop-sided smile.
He was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans. He said he had just got off work, but he still had my body racing.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, we pulled up to my house. I cut my car off and quickly jumped out.
Ahmad pulled up after me and did the same thing. I stared at him, noticing for the first time his bowlegged walk.
Slowly, my eyes wandered up his body and caught his eyes. Theywere filled with desire, passion, and lust. A warm feeling shot through me that I quickly shook off.
I grabbed Ahmad’s hand when he got to me and pulled him to my door.
