Page 119 of Save Room for Us

Scooting closer, she asked, “How was your day?”

Here we go.

“I don’t know, love.” I ran my hand down my face.

She got quiet as fuck, so I looked to my right at her. Cupping my face, she kissed me softly a few times before climbing onto the plush rug to get on her knees. Without a word, she reached to unbuckle my belt then unfasten my jeans. Seeing her pretty ass on her knees had my dick hard instantaneously, so by the time she took it out, I was ready.

Continuing with her silence, she sucked on the head of my dick, causing a nigga to moan. Slowly, her mouth became wetter as she took more of me between her lips, letting me tap the back of her throat.

“Mmm.” She hummed on it as I fisted her soft ass hair.

Smelling her scent and feeling her warm ass mouth on my dick caused my head to fall back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, love,” I grumbled, picking my head up to watch her deep throat my shit, coating it in saliva as her hand started to toy with my balls.

I guided her up and down at the pace of my preference, and she didn’t protest, letting me fuck her throat, as she sucked in her jaws while snaking her tongue along the head of my shit.

My moans got louder on some embarrassing type shit as Anastazia sucked me off like she’d worked the fucking streets for a decade straight. Watching her stroke my shit with her hand while licking my balls sent me over the edge, so by the time she came back up to continue bobbing on my shit, I was about to nut.

“I wanna taste it,” she said.

“Wait, fuck, wait, wait.” I slid my shit from her death grip of a mouth, almost busting every-fucking-where. “Let me feel you for a second.”

I put her on her knees, face into the couch before I slid inside from behind. Her pussy was tight as fuck and gushy, letting me know I didn’t have long at all. I was already at my fucking peak from the head.

“Mmm, Sif,” she whimpered as I hammered her pussy from behind, holding her shoulder so I could pound that shit like I was mad at it.

“You so perfect, love, fuck,” I said. She probably thought I meant this sex session, which was perfect, too, but I meant her ability to see what the fuck I needed when I needed it. I wasn’t trying to talk moments ago; I wanted to fuck and process my thoughts on my own time. “You nuttin’ everywhere,” I said in amazement, feeling her nectar every fucking where.

Her pussy was wetting up my whole pelvic area as our skin smacked against one another. Her plump ass was moving like water, and it was too fucking much at one time for me to last much longer.

She collapsed onto the couch, and I followed, hovering above her as I beat it up.

“You’re so deep,” she cooed, scratching at my couch. Her soft ass voice and the sight of her soft skin brought me to the fucking edge as I clamped my teeth down on her shoulder to keep from hollering out.

“Don’t move, love. Stay yo’ ass right there. Fuck.”

All that could be heard was the sound of her wet pussy, her whimpers, my bad ass attempt to stifle my moans, along with our skin colliding forcefully.

She started trembling from orgasming, and when her walls clamped down on me as she creamed over my shaft, I busted.

Pulling her by the front of her neck, pressing her back into my chest, I made her crane her head so I could kiss her.

“I love you, Asif.” She whimpered as my free hand roamed her body.

ABOUT FOUR DAYS LATER…

I was dreading going backto my house, but it seemed like I was always forgetting shit that I needed there. Not only did I not want to be back inside of it, but I didn’t wanna run into Jacinta again. I figured now that she’d had Cedric’s baby—it was all over the news—she would be too damn occupied to be spying on me or sitting outside of my residence to bother me.

As soon as I pulled into my driveway, I hurried out and into my home so I could grab a few things. I’d made a list this time, in hopes I wouldn’t have to return until the trial was over and when I planned to sell the place. After gathering my things, I threw some of the shit from the fridge away and then took the trash out. Holding the funky ass bag in my hand, I noticed a car pull inbehind me. Sadly, I would recognize that candy apple red Toyota Solara anywhere.

I threw the shit away and ignored Jacinta climbing out of her car as I went back into my home to wash my hands. I busied myself with other things, hoping she would catch a hint and leave, but when my doorbell sounded off, I knew that wasn’t gonna happen.

Deciding to get the shit over with, I opened the door, leaving the screen door as a barrier between us because I couldn’t be sure that I wouldn’t hit this stupid bitch again.

“Are you gonna open this?” She nodded to the door. “It’s kind of cold out here.”

“Should’ve worn a jacket.” I shrugged.

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