Page 12 of Mister Artist

When her lips and chin trembled and she released a sizzing breath, I knew what was about to happen. I quickly covered her mouth as she moaned loudly while she came. It felt so good I didn’t even give a fuck if he heard her. I increased my pace and hardened my strokes, chasing my own climax. Mine came shortly after, and even though I was still hard, I pulled out.

I sat on the couch long enough to catch my breath before we went our separate ways to shower. It was then that I stopped by Malik’s room to let him know we were back. At that point, he was getting off the game to go dip in one of his lil shorties, and I was glad I pulled out when I did.

A few minutes after he left, I got a text from Malorie that had me getting out of bed and going to her room.

The 1: Thinking about you inside of me got me wet all over again. You want to come feel it?

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Malorie

When I texted Neko,I wasn’t expecting him to come into my room so soon. His excited expression made me cackle, but it turned into a moan when I circled my pointer finger against my G-spot. Not too much time had passed since I’d texted him, but I was so horny I couldn’t wait to see if he was awake and able to go a second round. After locking my door, he climbed into my bed and between my legs. I was about to pull my finger out, but he told me not to.

As I played in my pussy, he licked and sucked my clit until I came. The moment I removed my fingers, he teased my opening and clit with his tongue until I came again. I was holding back until he said, “Leek is gone. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

That seemed to make my pussy even wetter because I drenched his chin. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed him away. Neko lifted himself and tilted my hip off the bed slightly. He bent my right knee and tossed my left leg over hischest. With my left ankle on his right shoulder, he entered me deeply.

“Fuck!” I cried, gripping the sheets.

“Can you take me this deep, sweet girl?” If I couldn’t, I was damn sure going to try. Nodding, I bit my bottom lip. “Use your words, mama.”

My eyes damn near rolled into the back of my head. “Yes, babe. I can take it.”

“Mm… good girl.”

His strokes were swift and hard—deep. His curve was fucking perfection. Neko felt so good inside of me I had to keep myself from drooling. When my body heated and tingled, I tried to lower my leg, but he held it in place.

“Unh-uh. You can take this shit. Show me you can take it.”

I lifted my arms above my head and grabbed the pillow, pulling in deep breaths. As I rocked against him, I took every stroke until I came. My whimpers turned into choppy breaths as Neko released my shaking leg. He lowered himself long enough to give me a deep, nasty kiss before turning me over and putting me on my knees.

He smacked both ass cheeks, then slid back inside of me. My back arched and his moans and growls were like the sweetest symphony as I fucked him back. His grip on my waist was tight as he drilled into me, filling me with a pressure that would leave me empty after tonight. My eyes watered at the thought. At the thought of feeling less like myself without him inside of me. But he felt so good I didn’t even care. I didn’t know how we’d be able to do this again, but God… I needed it to happen again.

The Next Morning

I wasn’t expectingto wake up alone. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. We weren’t in a relationship, so I shouldn’t have expected to wake up in his arms… but I did. After showering and doing my morning routine, I made my way to the kitchen. At the sight of my brother, I smiled. If I couldn’t count on him or Neko to do anything else, they were going to start a pot of coffee.

This morning, however, he’d brewed coffee but had what appeared to be a latte fromEspressoExpress.

“Long night?” I teased.

He released a whistle of a breath. “The longest. I need this latte to keep me on alert until I get off.”

“What kind did you get?”

“I think it’s a Vietnamese latte. It’s basically coffee, espresso, and some kind of thick cream. I added caramel syrup to it.”

“Well, that should definitely keep you up.”

We talked a little while longer, and I wanted to ask him about the woman he spent the night with, but I decided against it. He asked me about my interview and wished me luck before heading back to his room to get ready for work. Since he seemed to be in a rush, I decided to make him a quick breakfast sandwich. I went back to Neko’s room to ask him if he wanted one as well. After he gave me permission to enter, I opened the door and stuck my head inside.

“Morning.” I greeted, trying not to look at him too hard. He was seated on a stool, blunt hanging from his mouth, painting. “Do you want a breakfast sandwich?”

“C’mere. Close the door.”

I looked behind me at Malik’s closed bedroom door before stepping inside and walking over to him. Neko pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck. As much as I didn’t want my body to react to him, I softened and melted against him.

“Why did you leave me?”

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