Page 80 of Deuce

She held a deep frown on her face. I didn’t like that shit. It was one thing for her to be annoyed with me pissing her off, but this shit was different. She was actually upset. I swallowed my pride and softened my tone.

“Five minutes.”

She sighed as she released the door and let me in. I followed her back to her room, where she placed her bags on the floor. Turning to me, she folded her arms and look at me.

“Talk.”

“Look. I’m sorry I let that nigga ruin our good time. I was in my head, baby.”

“Is this how it’s gonna be? How often are we gonna run into somebody that fucks up your whole mood like that?”

I shrugged. “I can’t say. You know who my people are. You know what we do. It’s bound to be somebody somewhere. Most of them ain’t bold enough to approach me like that.”

I stepped closer to her and pulled her into my chest.

“I got distracted. I apologize. You know I don’t do that shit, but I will for you.”

I pecked her lips, causing her to relax a little. Sensing that I could take it further, I kissed her deeper. Her arms went around my waist and my hands gripped her ass. A low moan escaped her throat.

“Where is your moms?” I asked, lifting her into my arms.

“Working a double.”

“Good. I don’t need her walking in on what I’m about to do to you.”

I tossed her on the bed and pulled off her shoes. She panted heavily as I undid her shorts and worked them over her hips. She sat up and pulled off her shirt. Beneath her clothes she wore this sexy ass pink bra and thong set that had my dick standing at attention.

“Shit, baby,” I mumbled, admiring her curves.

Salima lifted her hips and pushed her thong down, kicking it at me. Sitting up, she reached behind her, and unclasped her bra and pulled it from her shoulders.

“Strip,” she said, eyeing the bulge in my jeans.

I smirked as I went to pull my shirt over my head.

“Slowly…” she instructed as she back led up against the headboard.

I watched as she spread her legs and stroked her clit as she watched me. With every piece of clothing I removed, she stroked faster. A low growl escaped my throat as her pussy secreted its natural nectar.

“Mmmm… get that muthafucka right for me, baby,” I said, stroking my dick.

I grabbed the condom from my wallet and ripped it open. She licked her lips as I rolled it down over my length. Crooking her finger, she beckoned me to her.

“Nah. Bring yo’ ass here. I need my feet planted for how I’m about to fuck you.”

Without warning, I grabbed her ankles and snatched her to the edge of the bed. Taking her hand, I placed her fingers to my lips and sucked them clean. Her eyes dropped between us to the nine inches of stiff dick that was about to fill her.

“Shit,” she mumbled.

“Assume the fuckin’ position. Face down, ass up, and you better not run.”

She smirked as she sexily turned over and pushed that thick ass into the air. Watching that shit spread made me jizz a little. She dropped into the perfect arch and I swear, a nigga fell in love. Her clit was so swollen and juicy that I just had to taste her again.

Stooping, I spread her cheeks and sucked her pearl into my mouth.

“Oooo, shit!” She moaned loudly as she rotated her hips.

Her pussy was so damn wet my face was saturated. Standing at my full height, I lined my dick up with her entrance.

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