Page 11 of Krash & Bern

He leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. Kissing Krash was my favorite hobby. His lips were the perfect amount of round and plump. The tickle of his beard and mustache on my face always made me feel butterflies in my tummy.

“It’s crazy as hell we moved in together,” he stated as we walked out of the office and down the hall to the main bedroom.

We lived in a two-bedroom near campus. We got a two-bedroom because Daddy said he wasn’t comfortable with me sleeping in a bed with a grown man. To appease him, I had myownroom, but it was used as an office space with a pull-out couch in case Daddy wanted to visit and inspect the living situation.

“We’ve never played about our relationship or our friendship. I think moving in together made perfect sense. We’re locked in forever, right?” I asked with anxiety in my heart.

“Fa shit sho. You’re my little baby for life,” he replied.

He gripped my ass, and I playfully swatted him away. “I’m all sweating, Keyshawn. Please don’t start something with me.”

“You know I finish everything I start, so what’s up?” His voice dropped to a sexy tone as my clit throbbed with promise of some attention. She and he would be shit out of luck because we weren’t going to do anything tonight.

“Nope. We won’t be starting anything. I’m going to wash my ass, you’re going to order the food, and then we’re going to eat and go to bed. I’m tired as hell.”

“I’ll let you rest today, but tomorrow’s a different story.”

“Okay, baby.”

He smirked as he slapped my ass with all his force. The sting spread across my ass like a wildfire. I rubbed the affected area and pushed him out of the bathroom. Living with Krash with no supervision would be an interesting time.

“Keyshawn!”

Needless to say, Krash had made a liar out of me. After we’d eaten, we’d lay down to welcome sleep, but the feel of his body against mine had my pussy begging to be touched.

“Say my name, baby. Scream that shit to the top of them lungs.”

I gripped the sheets as I threw my ass back to meet each of his thrusts. He drove me crazy with the way he pounded into me. Krash took my virginity during my sophomore year of college. He said he wanted to wait until I had turned eighteen because it would have been weird if he did it any sooner. I told him my age didn’t define my maturity, and we were only two years apart, but he swore those two years made a huge difference. For the last year, I’d made sure to religiously take my birth control, although we had a pregnancy scare a few months ago and vowed never to let me forget to take my pill again.

“Krash! I’m cumming!”

“Rain on me, baby. Rain all over this dick.”

I quaked as the pleasure overflowed from my body. I fell onto my stomach, but Krash didn’t stop fucking me until he’d filled me with his seed. He knew how much I hated the feel of his nut sliding out of me, but he continued to do the shit anyway.

I glared at him as he lay beside me.

“What?” he asked.

“I have told your hardheaded ass too many times about nutting in me. Stop that shit, Keyshawn.”

He frowned. “Man, you got the wettest, warmest, tightest pussy a nigga ever had. That grip makes me lose my mind. I don’t know how to pull out.”

“We ain’t gon’ fuck ever again if you don’t listen to me. I love you, I really do, but you throw my pH balance off when you nut in me.”

He chuckled. “I make yo’ pH balance better. Fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Keep playing, you’ll never even see this coochie again.”

He laughed and pulled me against his side. “All right, crybaby. No need to throw threats at me. I’m gon’ chill.”

“You better. I have to get ready for classes. I don’t know how my schedule is going to look once these projects start popping up,” I explained. I sat up and felt the pool of his nut slide from inside of me.

It was never as pleasant a feeling as it was when it was being inserted. The frown was unwavering.

“The best part about living together is that no matter how busy your schedule gets, we’re going to always go to bed in each other’s arms,” Krash stated. His voice was reassuring, which softened my features.

“You’re right, baby. Our goal should always be to at least share dinner together. Personally, I don’t think I can get a good night’s rest without sleeping in your arms.”

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