Page 25 of Beyond The Stars

“You good?” He searched her face for discomfort.

She smiled thinly.

He pushed further.

“God!” she grunted when he was balls deep.

Like he’d just left practice, his chest rose and fell rapidly. Seconds felt like hours as he sat inside her, giving her time to adjust to him.

Suffocating her lips with his, he pushed in and out. His large hand dug underneath her, resting on the small dip in her back. He used it as leverage and to keep her in place.

“Qamar, you are ruining me!” Siasia admitted, hoping he understood what she meant. He wasn’t ruining her realistically—only metaphorically. Because in that metaphoric space no other man would be able to fill her the way he was doing it effortlessly.

“I know,” he admitted before sucking one of her swollen nipples into his mouth.

Siasia had perfectly full breasts that added to her natural coke bottle frame. He alternated between the two of them while pumping in and out of her. The sound of her wetness bounced off the walls, creating a unique sound of its own.

To show him she wanted more, she opened her legs wider. “Yes,” she hummed. “You feel so good.”

“Not better than you feel to me, mama. Your pussy is one of fuckin’ one. Greedy as hell too.” He looked down to see her cream coating him beautifully. “You remember the rules?”

“It’s your world,” she recited, eager to please him.

“That’s right.” His large hand hooked around her neck. “My world, my fuckin’ rules,” he spoke through gritted teeth while staring down at her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when Qamar gripped her neck firmly while giving her fast and deep strokes. “You feel that shit?”

“Yes,” Siasia dug her nails into his arm, silently begging him to squeeze the life out of her because in the real world, she’d never get to experience anything close to what he was giving her.

“I’m talking about this?” He grabbed her hand, placing it on his heart.

The gestured forced her eyes to open. The beating of his heart was fast but slowly started to beat at the same rhythm as hers. A lone tear slipped from her eyes. “I’ve never made love.”

She brought his hand to her lips. “Make love to me, Qamar.”

“My rules, remember?” He smiled. “Rule number one, Siasia gets whatever she wants.” Pushing her legs to her shoulders, Qamar slowed his pace, making sure he was still deep enough to touch her heart. “You gone give me what I want?”

“Qamar.”

Lovingly he continued his strokes. “Answer me, mama.”

“Please!”

“Please what?” Qamar wound his hips, showing all her creases attention. “Give me what I want.”

“What do you want?” Siasia was nearing her release.

“You.” He pulled out to show her he meant business. “Give me you and I’ll let you get that first nut off.”

Desperate and delirious, Siasia agreed. “Yes, you can have me just please put that dick back in me!” she yelled.

Doing as he was told, he put his throbbing dick back inside of her. “Shit.” His voice shook as her walls tightened around him. “Hold that muthafucka in a little longer for me.”

“I can’t.” Sweat dripped down her face. Her ears heated and everything went mute. With her mouth wide open she came hard. “Ugh.”

“You hardheaded, mama. Don’t worry there’s a lesson to be learned here.” He flipped her over like she was a feather. Qamar tapped his dick at her sopping wet opening. “Pussy fat and greedy,” he crooned, entering her again. “But she don’t listen and when she don’t listen, I got beat her ass.”

“Wait.” Siasia got scared.

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