Page 45 of Save Room for Us

“What?” Her voice shot up several octaves. “No, daddy, I didn’t mean any harm?—”

“Stop with that daddy shit. I ain’t yo’ fucking pimp.”

Swallowing hard, she said, “Sif, baby?—”

“Good night, Milan.” I finally turned away from the front windshield to look into her misty ass eyes.

“I’m sorry, for real.” She waited, watching me, but when I nodded to the door, she tugged on the latch and stepped out.

Standing on the curb, she hugged herself as I peeled off down the street. When I got to the red light, I checked my phone.

Baby girl: Think you can make me squirt?

Me: If not, I wanna die trying.

Baby girl: Lmao

Baby girl: Why are you so funny?

Hitting her number, I let her soft ass voice pour through the speakers.

“I love hearing you talk,” I admitted.

“Really? I always thought my voice was annoying.”

“Nah, it’s soft and soothing as fuck. Probably shouldn’t have called you. A nigga ain’t trying to doze off on the road.”

She giggled, and damn was it sexy. If sexy and soft was a person, it’d be Anastazia.

“I don’t want that happening either. Should I hang up?” I heard the humor in her voice.

“Please don’t.”

“Okay.” She sighed. “I’m kind of scared to have sex with you. Not saying I plan to, but when the thought does cross my mind…”

“What? Why?” I frowned. “Be the best time of ya fucking life. I promise.”

She laughed.

“Yeah, no. I mean because you have a pretty big dick. I felt it when you kissed me, and it’s like my daughter’s arm.”

We both chortled loudly.

“Don’t be scared when it comes down to it, baby. I’m very dedicated to foreplay, so I’ll make sure you nice and wet before I even attempt.” I exhaled heavily. “I wanna fuck you bad too. But I’m chilling, love. I like yo’ pacing. Just know when you give a nigga that access, I’m gon’ take good care of it. Only murderin’ it in the best way.”

“Okay.” She giggled softly again. “So you like foreplay?”

“Love Foreplay. Need Foreplay. A nigga invented foreplay.”

“Oh,” she replied breathily.

“You gon’ be taken care of period, though, not just in the bedroom, baby.”

I could hear her sigh, positively, and it was obvious she was smiling. “Tell me something else you learned while reading.”

“Okay. I got a good one for you.” I could hear the excitement in her voice as she got ready to read me her findings and shit.

I relaxed against the heated seat, allowing my dick to go down, hopefully, as I let Anastazia’s soft ass voice soothe me home.

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