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Standing up, I turned us around and her eyes shot open. I laid her on the edge of the bed with me standing on the floor and put her legs on my shoulders.
“Look at me,” I demanded, staring down at her.
Her eyelids dropped but she did what I said. I grabbed one of her legs and kissed her calf while rubbing my hand up and down her leg. Pushing deep into her, I pulled out, just leaving the tip in before pushing back into her.
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’d be a fool to do that after everything you told me tonight.” I grabbed her thighs and held them in place. I could feel them shaking in my hands as I pumped in and out of her. I watched the sex faces she was making. The way she struggled to keep eye contact with me was sexy as hell.
“Even if you get bored with me.”
“I won’t.”
“If you do.”
“Then I’ll tell you. I’m not here to hurt you.” I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked my thumb then moved it to her clit. I started rubbing on it, causing her legs to shake faster.
Fatima arched her body and gripped her breasts.
“I want you happy, Fatima. I want to be the one that puts a smile on your pretty ass face every day.” My strokes sped up.
Fatima attempted to respond, but she cried out loud as her pussy contracted on my dick. I looked down and saw her juicesflowing.
“Fuck, that’s sexy as hell,” I mumbled.
Moving my hand up, I started playing with her breasts. I could feel myself about to cum as well.
I hovered over her and gripped her neck with my hand, giving it a slight squeeze.
“You got to let me in, baby. You gone do that for me?” I narrowed my eyes at her.
She stared at me unsure but slowly nodded her head with her eyes fluttering.
After giving her a few more powerful strokes, she was cumming again with me right behind her.
I let her legs go and grabbed her hair forcefully. Pulling her head up, I moved forward and kissed her deeply.
I wrapped my other hand around her lower body and pulled it close to me. “I got you,”
I whispered, kissing her again.
Shit was confusing as hell to me right now. I didn’t know how Fatima broke the barrier I had built up, but she did. Instead of trying to run from it, I let it flow, for now at least. There were no titles so for now I was just going to roll with it.
CHAPTER 15
Fatima
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking like that?” I asked Isabella when she walked into the warehouse. Today we were doing the shoot for Autumn’s boutique, and I thought she’d come in excited, but she had a long face and looked like she was on the verge of tears.
I sat my camera down on the table in front of me and gave Isabella my attention. She sat across from me and laid her head down on the table with a heavy sigh.
“Seriously, Bella, what’s wrong?” She lifted her head and tears were now running down her face.
“I woke up this morning and was getting dressed to come here. Well, Charles asked me where I was going. I told him today was my photoshoot, and I thought he’d give me some encouraging words. Instead, he told me to make sure I sucked my stomach in because I was looking bloated. So, I went and stepped on the scale and realized I gained almost ten pounds.”
My blood boiled, and my hands balled into fists on the table. Isabella crying over Charles’ no-good ass,again, made me want to find him and rip him a new one. For the life of me, I didn’t get why she was even still dealing with him. He was no good for her and she could do ten times better. I know she was still battling depression and self-esteemissues, but I didn’t think it would make her stay with someone that obviously didn’t give a fuck about her.
“Isabella, stop crying!” I told her sternly.
She looked at me with sad eyes while tears silently ran down her face.
