Page 160 of Save Room for Us

She put her leg down, giggling with her pretty ass, and tried to turn around, but I stopped her. Running my hands up her thighs again, I kissed the exposed portion of her stomach as she swayed slowly to the music. A nigga almost forgot we were surrounded by a bunch of muthafuckas.

“I love how your hands feel, baby,” she said in a tipsy tone.

She was so sexy to a nigga, making me dip my head under the skirt to plant another kiss on her privates. She moaned softly, and I somehow still heard it despite the booming ass music. Turned on by the sound of her voice and the smell of her perfumed, shea butter scented skin, I moved the fabric of her panties to the side and slowly, gently sucked her clit.

Her small hand dropped to the back of my head as she put one leg up on the couch, giving me more access. Cupping her ass under the skirt, I sucked her pussy lips before going back to her bud, making love to that shit with my mouth.

“Mm,” I groaned at the taste.

“Sif, baby.” She whimpered as I put my shoulder under her thigh so she could rest it there.

“Oh shit,” I heard a woman say as she bypassed us in the section, and I could surmise she was speaking on Anastazia and me. I didn’t give a fuck though.

Moving her panties over more, I went in, licking, sucking, and sliding my tongue into her opening. I could feel her sap dripping on me, and the shit had my dick hard enough to break bricks.

Moments later, she was gripping my locs as she sniveled while releasing. After not letting any of that good shit go to waste, I pulled my head from under her skirt.

“Oh my gosh.” She looked around a bit, but everyone was too high, drunk, or in their own world to really give a damn, so she relaxed.

With my hands still under her skirt, caressing her round ass, I asked, “You still on birth control?”

“I got it removed this week.” She laughed since I was standing up now, towering over her before slipping my tongue into her mouth.

“We making a fucking baby tonight.” I pressed my hard dick into her.

“Shouldn’t we get married first?”

“You know I’m gon’ marry you, but I’m sure you want a plush ass wedding, which is gon’ take time. We only got eight years to make babies; we gotta start now.” I picked her up as she grinned, wrapping her legs around me.

“You gon’ pay for my boob job?” Her grin spread further.

“Already put the money for that shit to the side, love.”

She eyed me with a mixture of lust and admiration, then said, “Okay.” Hugging my neck, she thrust her lips against mine as we started kissing hungrily. “What if it’s a girl?”

“I don’t care. Girls take better care of their parents anyway.” I spoke against her soft ass lips, feeling when she smiled widely before we resumed tongue kissing. “I’m dogging that pussy tonight.” I dry humped her a little bit, making her bite her lip lustfully. Sucking her neck, I said, “I wanna eat that pussy ’til you can’t stop shaking, love. Bend you over and dig you out ’til yo’ legs give way, then sit that wet shit on my face and make you cum again.”

“Sif,” she moaned, nails digging into the back of my neck as her freaky ass grinded against my crotch while I held her up.

“There that bitch ass nigga go!” a loud voice boomed, making me turn Anastazia away from the crowd and toward the back wall just before bullets were fired.

The whole club broke out into mayhem as I kept Anastazia pinned behind the pillar and up against the wall while I located my heat. Through the small sliver of space, I could see some nigga, gun out and blasting at a specific target. Slowly and measuredly, I turned to see who the fuck he was aiming at and peeped Low shooting back.

Aiming my gun at him on the low, I got ready to pull on his ass, just as sirens sounded off. The police drove up and down this street all night because of shit like this.

The man darted into the crowd, mixing in with everybody dispersing.

“You aight?” I asked Anastazia, much calmer now that I knew this wasn’t some psycho shooting up a club and it was some nigga Low had beef with for some reason.

“I think so,” she spoke softly.

Taking her hand in mine, I shielded her while bringing her through the crowd, which seemingly took fucking forever because muthafuckas were still scared. As soon as the fresh air of the outside hit my face, I whipped my head around to look for Low’s ass because I needed an explanation.

It was one thing for us all to have a common enemy and goal, but I didn’t fuck with the fact that this nigga was getting into side shit that we weren’t privy to and having us caught off fucking guard.

“Aye, you riding with me.” I called out to Low when I spotted him step out of the club, Free right behind him.

“I rode with Free.” He pointed behind himself, obviously scared to go with me.

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