Page 38 of Give Me All Of You

“You got jokes. But nah. It’s only some leftover lasagna my mama fixed the other day. It’s enough for the both of us.” My stomach immediately growled at the thought.

I watched as he plated our food and went to set it on the table. After grabbing two bottles of water, he pulled my chair out to sit before he sat in his own. Once he blessed the food, we dug in.

“Mmm, this is good.” I complimented.

“I know, right?

We continued to eat in silence until everything was gone. We both had to be starving. I offered to wash the dishes, but he told me he had it. There was nothing left to do because he wouldn’t let me do anything, so I picked up the remote and found something to watch on TV. By the time he joined me, I was good and comfortable. He sat next to me, pulling my feet into his lap.

“What you in here watching?”

“227,” I responded.

“Man, get the fuck out of here,” he laughed. “You really watching that old ass shit?”

“I am. I love old black comedies. They’re my go-to when I don’t feel like watching anything else.” I shrugged.

“You got it.”

He kept massaging my feet in silence. I tried to keep my attention on the TV, but he was making it hard by the way his touch was feeling. I glanced up at him and he was staring at me.

“Thank you.” I blurted.

“For what?”

“For caring enough about my situation to help me. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for doing this.”

He licked his lips as his eyes traveled the length of my frame until he got back to my face. The smirk on his face let me know exactly where his head was.

“I got an idea of how you can start repaying me.”

“And how is that?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Come sit on my face.”

His expression was neutral, but I could see the lust dancing around in his eyes. I watched as he gently removed my feet from his lap and slid down to the floor. With his hand outstretched toward mine, he pulled me up from the couch and had me standing directly in front of him. With no words, he slid my shorts and thong off. After he had them off and set to the side, he nestled his head back on the seat of the couch and assisted me in straddling his face, while my knees rested on his shoulders. The moment his tongue swiped from the crack of my ass to my clit, I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body. When he suctioned my throbbing pearl into his mouth, I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Ummm,” I moaned at the pleasure that he was currently providing.

All you could hear was him slurping and groaning into my pussy along with Lester fussing at Mary for something she had no business doing in the first place.

Slap!

“Oh, shit!” I yelped at the sting he provided with that slap.

“Ride my fucking face and you better not stop,” he demanded.

Doing as I was told; I rode the hell out of his tongue like it was his dick. While I was bouncing and rolling my hips like a professional, he was rubbing his nose against my clit as his middle finger massaged my asshole.

“Baby,” I whined. “I-I’m about to cum.”

He removed his tongue from my tunnel and clamped down on my clit, sucking my soul and senses out right along with my orgasm.

“Ahhh!” I cried out, trying to get up, but he locked me in place, making it impossible for me to move.

“Hassan, please!” I begged, but that only made him go harder.

There was no way in hell I was about to have another orgasm when the first one was still in effect. At least I didn’t think it was possible until Hassan inserted his finger in my ass as my juices sprang loose.

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