Page 28 of Make Me Forget

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Yep. Come on. Let’s get dressed, before I dive in that pussy again.”

She licked my chest and sucked my nipple. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. I’ll go to that house smelling like lustful satisfaction.”

“Lustful satisfaction? That’s some new shit right there. I ain’t never heard that before, but I like it. You know I’m gon’ use that shit.”

She giggled, and before she could get up, I pulled her on top of me. Seeing her ride was one of the best feelings. Cassie knew how to roll her hips just right. The way her walls rubbed the head of my dick had a nigga wanting to scream. She had skills. I couldn’t deny that shit. I swore I was gonna break out singing “Feel the Fire.” She encompassed that old Peabo Bryson shit.

Reach out and touch me. My love is in your hands.

That shit was old school at its finest. I listened to R&B all the time, but the older hits always spoke to me. I kept that shit playing in my truck. I only listened to rap when I was around my boys. Christian loved rap. It was okay, but it wasn’t my first choice.

Being that Cassie and I were naked, it was hard for Cassie to avoid the inevitable. We had been fucking all morning. We took a shower and took a nap. We were supposed to be done until after we handled business with Mesani. Our biggest mistake was taking our nap naked. Her body was so damn beautiful. Whenever she was naked, I needed to be inside her… physically connected to her.

She lifted her hips and slid that hot shit on my dick. Her hips were going to spread wide as all outdoors fucking around with me. We’d fucked so many times the past few days it was crazy. She shouldn’t even be able to walk straight, especially after today’s activities.

“Ooooh fuck, baby. It gets better and better every time. You so fucking good.”

She liked praise. Her pussy got wetter whenever I talked to her during sex. I didn’t have a problem with that, because I had a praise kink too. I loved to hear her say how I was stroking that pretty pussy just right. The biggest flex was when she squirted all over my ass. I loved that shit. So much so until it felt like my dick grew an inch every time she did it.

“Kendraaaallll, I’m about to cum, baby.”

I pulled her over to me and began stroking her from below as I gripped her ass. Cassie was so fucking fine. Anytime I touched her body, it brought me to another level of passion. I needed her to always feel how much I loved her. When I felt her juices leaking to my balls, I slowed my stroke to make sure she enjoyed the moment even longer.

Her pussy was spasming around my dick, threatening to take me out the game, but I needed her to baptize my dick with her love. I gripped her neck with one hand while the other still gripped her ass and began stroking with more force. Listening to her screams was getting me there even quicker, but I restrained myself somehow.

“Fuck me up, Cassie. Ahh fuck, baby! Give it to me. Give me that shit I love, baby.”

She screamed loudly then sprayed me with what had to be close to holy water. That shit renewed and fulfilled me completely. When her trembles slowed, I released my restraint and nutted so hard she should have been gagging and throwing that shit up.

“Cassiiiiiee, shit!”

“Kendrall, I love you, baby. Oh my God.”

Her body began trembling again, causing me to stroke through my release to make sure she got that last one out. I swore I saw the pearly gates. It felt like I’d fucked around and found out just how lethal her shit could be. When she nearly blacked out, with tears streaming down her cheeks, I knew she felt the exact same way I did. We were in pleasure overload, and there was no place I’d rather be.

“What this lil nigga look like? I mean, is he big, little, in between? I need to know what I’m walking in on. That will determine if I pack my heat with me.”

“Uncle Storm, he looks like a nerd, man. Like a fucking mad scientist.”

Cassie chuckled and slowly shook her head. Uncle Storm looked right at her with a frown on his face. “I’m glad you upgraded. You was needing this nigga for real, huh? I think you hooked up with somebody that wouldn’t be hard to leave or some shit. When you came across this nigga again and got to know him more, it was like fuck his ass. What’s his name?”

Cassie brought her hand to her forehead as she shook it. “His name is Mesani, Unc,” she said.

He gave her a one-sided smile. I assumed that was because she called him Unc. Instead of taking Jacob home, he brought him along. When I saw them in the truck together, I could only say, “Oh shit.”

“A’ight. Let’s get this shit over with,” I said.

Cassie grabbed my hand and led me to the door. The moving company was already here, but she needed to make sure they were packing all her things. She was afraid Mesani would try to keep some of her furniture. She said a lot of it came from her previous home before they moved in together.

Before we left home, Karima had come over and prayed for us then gave us words of caution and wisdom. Man, I appreciated my sister so fucking much. She had us both calm as hell, only to meet up with Satan and one of his demons. Hopefully, neither of their asses had Cassie and me showing our asses. Uncle Storm could get the calmest nigga all amped up. I’d seen him get my dad all fired up, and that was damn near impossible.

She opened the door, and we walked in to see people in the kitchen packing dishes. “Good,” she mumbled.

I assumed all the dishes were hers. She walked through the house, I assumed looking for that nigga. It was a nice house. There was a huge fireplace with a nice size TV hanging above the mantle. When I heard, “I know you fucking lying!” I made a beeline to where her voice came from.

Uncle Storm and Jacob were right behind me. Before I got in view, I heard him say, “You thought I was just gon’ let you leave unscathed? You fucked him while we were together. You a fuck up, just like me.”

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