Page 26 of Beyond The Stars

“Un uh.” He shook his head. “This is what happens when you don’t do what the fuck. I. Tell. You. To. Do.” Qamar pounded her from the back, causing her to scream with pleasure. His hand came down hard on her ass.

“Fuck.” Her body shook.

“Toot that ass back up and take this dick.”

“Oh my gosh,” she panted. “Ooh.”

“This pussy taking to me, mama.”

“What she saying?”

“Telling me to thrash her ass. She greedy too, want to eat all this dick. You gone take it, mama?”

Her fingers dug into the sheets, needing to hold on to something for the never-ending ride he seemed to be taking her on. “I am cummin’!” she yelled as she dipped her back more. “How am I still cummin’?”

Her question was rhetorical because Qamar knew how and why she was wetting up his dick.

“Fuck!” He yanked his dick out of her tightness. It was squeezing him more and more, pulling all the blood in his body to the head of his dick.

Siasia collapsed on the bed with labored breaths.

Qamar grabbed her leg to pull her back to the edge of the bed. “I’m not done yet, mama.” He wasted no time diving headfirst into her sore pussy, hoping to ease some of her pain so he could get back inside of her.

The gentleman she barely knew didn’t exist in the bedroom. In the bed, Qamar was a man on a mission. His tongue sloshed around her swollen clit before he sucked on it with his lips. Inserting two fingers inside of her, he flicked them, pulling on her G-spot.

“Ugh, Qamar!” Her legs shook before clamping around his head. “What are you doing to me?”

“Showing you why no other nigga deserves to get between these legs again… they can’t handle you like I can… like I do.” Qamar talked his big boy shit which turned her on even more.

Siasia grabbed at her stomach, feeling something she’d never felt before. As if he knew what he was doing—like he could read her body, he was back inside of her deep stroking her into the galaxy.

Longingly, he stared into her eyes. Passion turned his cognac eyes dark. “You said I can have you, right?”

Completely spent, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Siasia couldn’t respond if she wanted to. Her throat was dry and her body was hot.

Qamar tongued her down, pushing her essence into her mouth. “Yea, I can have you,” he declared with his mouth still on hers.

“Until how long?” She found her voice. Still, she was unable to look him in the face.

“Shit, I hope you tell me forever,” Qamar admitted before grunted and exploding into the condom.

“This what good dick have you doing?” Qamar turned his head to look at her over his shoulders.

He was stretched out on his stomach while she rubbed all over his back. They were in his room but had the curtains pulled open, giving them the perfect view of the night sky.

Lazily, she smiled with a shrug. “I ain’t never had dick like that.” Before he could comment on her admission, she asked, “To the moon?” She traced the massive moon tattoo that covered his back. Along with it, there were the names of the people in his family.

“Mhm,” he hummed, loving the way her delicate hands created a trail of heat over his skin.

The two of them were exhausted but to high on lust to take their asses to sleep. They showered together before Siasia popped her head in on Noodle who was sound asleep. How she slept through the scream session Qamar had her in was beyond Siasia but she was grateful.

“I read an article on your family a few years ago. It was so inspiring.”

“Oh yea?” Qamar faked interest. He loved his family, but their legacy came with so much pressure.

“You were so young in that family photo. I told myself I would one day be named photographer for the next well-to-do Black family. Shooting brown skin is my passion.” He heard the smile in her voice. When Siasia talked about photography, she lit up on the inside and out.

“I was handsome back then too though.”

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