Page 142 of Save Room for Us

He attacked my pussy with his mouth, making me cum so violently I drenched the spot under me as my body quaked. I was so sopping wet that he was able to get the other finger in, slow stroking me while licking me into a catatonic state damn near as my body spasmed.

He still didn’t stop, tearing my pussy up with his finger-mouth combo that had my legs going weak with shakes as I drenched the sheets and his mouth with orgasm number four.

Asif slurped it up, slowly removing his fingers while French kissing my lower lips.

Hovering over me to slide inside, he tongued me down nastily, my juices covering his full lips, before saying, “That pussy always sweet. Don’t ever let a day pass where I don’t get to taste that shit. You hear me?” He began working himself inside of me.

I couldn’t truly respond as he started back tonguing me down while pushing his long, girthy dick inside of me.

“Ahh,” I whimpered into his mouth.

“I love this pussy, baby. I’m the only one you get this wet for, huh?” He pumped into me, the sound of my wetness being the noisiest it had ever been.

“Yes,” I replied through snivels, telling the truth as I froze and trembled.

“Don’t ever let nobody come between this shit right here. You hear me?” He stroked me perfectly.

“Yes,” I moaned obediently.

“You feel good, love. Fuck.” He moaned before sucking my neck. “You gon’ cum for me again?” I didn’t reply as my frame shuddered underneath his. “I’ma make that pussy cum all night.” He sucked my ear before slowly pulling out of me and turning me onto my stomach.

I loved this position because I usually got the best orgasms this way, and seemingly, so did Asif. Keeping me flat to the bed, he lifted my hips a bit to slide inside of me from behind, gripping my hair in his hand to access my neck as I moaned.

“Baby,” I whimpered, feeling how deep he was going. “How do you make me cum this hard?” I questioned seriously, already feeling the sensation rise within my belly.

“It was made for me and only me,” his deep voice whispered, as he sped up a bit, pounding into me as I dampened everything in the surrounding area, especially him. “Have my baby,” he muttered before capturing my mouth with his, using my hair to steer my head back so he could get to it.

“Sif.” I sniveled at his statement and the way he was making me feel, causing me to grip the sheets and bite my lip before he sucked on it.

“You brought me baby girl; now I want you to have my son,” he continued, slowing up his motions and digging deeper inside of me. “Yes?”

“Yes,” I moaned to him and the upcoming explosion that wracked my body soon after.

Many men had asked, but I’d never agreed until now. Like I said, Asif was dangerous.

BACK IN LOS ANGELES…

A couple days after we returned from Las Vegas, my mother and I were notified that Cedric indeed wanted a paternity test. I happily agreed, even though I would prefer he thought she wasn’t his and leave me be, but I knew even if Cedric gave up, his family would not, so I obliged. We had enough court involvements as it was, so this was something I could make easier on everybody.

That was a few days ago, and now the email had come through. I wasn’t even going to read it because I knew the answer already. Unless I was like Mary in the Bible, the baby could only belong to one person, sadly.

“Let me read it then.” My mother reached for my phone, so I handed it over.

“I don’t know why, Ma. You know what it’s going to say,” I told her as she tapped and frantically began reading the screen before sucking her teeth. “You seriously thought she couldbe someone else’s?” I asked when I watched her lip curl in disappointment.

“Shit! I was hoping you pulled the wool over that nigga’s eyes and somehow got pregnant by another man under his nose,” she jested, making me laugh.

“No.” I smirked as she handed my phone back to me. “I wasn’t trying to have a child by him oranyoneat the time, hence why he did things the way he did.”

“Well, I’m happy you didn’t let that shit keep you from conjuring up an escape plan.” She stood and pecked my forehead. “Plus, no matter what that thing says, Asif doesn’t play about Sophie. I mean, I knew he cared for her, but the day we went to see rock head in the hospital, it was different. It wasn’t like a boyfriend caring for his girlfriend’s child; it was like a father caring for his daughter.”

“I know.” I smiled, thinking of him, contemplating on removing my birth control as discussed. I wouldn’t dare mention his words to Analicia because it would only support her crazy Stazi Effect theory. “He says he was born to be a step daddy because of how his dad is.”

We chuckled in synchrony.

“I can see that because I’m telling you, what I witnessed was not a first-time father. Them St. Thomas’ men give real dads a run for their fucking money. That’s why they bow out eventually.” She giggled. “You sure Prime is an only child? You and Leeci could use a step daddy.”

We both fell out laughing before quieting down due to a napping Sophie.

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