Page 90 of Save Room for Us

“Who this pussy belong to?” he questioned, sucking my bottom lip as he pushed more of himself into me, making my legs quake from the feeling. “Fuck, you tight, love. Mmm.”

He was right; this was his, and I trusted Asif and everything he told me to where I wasn’t gonna protest any further. So as he sunk into me fully, breaking me open, I didn’t stop him.

“Oh my gosh,” I cooed softly, completely filled.

“Tell me, baby.” He rocked above me, hard body chiseled to perfection. He looked like a black king right now, dreads hanging, bottom lip held captive by his teeth as he fucked me measuredly but perfectly.

“It’s yours,” I whimpered, feeling him plunge completely inside of me again as he kept my hands pinned. Who knew he still had dick to give?

“All this shit mine. Don’t no other nigga belong here.” He pounded me slowly, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth. “You got that water, baby, shit.” He grumbled lowly, speeding up slightly. “Go ’head, love, do it,” he told me, clearly feeling me throb around him as I started to cum while he ran his tongue over my foot.

“Fuck,” I cried out as he glided in and out of me, moaning himself. I loved how he sounded.

Letting me relax my legs some, he sat up, keeping my thighs pressed into my body as he stared between us, watching himself hammer me.

“Shit. All this for me, huh?” He growled lowly, speeding up his thrusts, and he held my hips, lifting them slightly off the bed.

He touched a part inside of me that I didn’t know was there, making me jerk and cum all over him again.

“Sif.” I whimpered his name as he continued grinding into me, fingertips digging into my sweaty skin.

“Pussy cumming everywhere,” he commented, and I felt it. I felt like I was dampening everything around me. “I wanna fuck all night, baby,” he moaned, pounding my pussy and rendering me silent just before I gripped the sheets and exploded again.

Pulling out, he got down to lick up all the sap I’d created before turning me onto my stomach. I lay there flat as Asif hovered over me, before he craned my neck a bit to kiss me hungrily as he caressed my ass. Moving down, he bit then suckedmy shoulder while kneading my butt before kissing and licking down my back.

“Ahh!” I whimpered when he spanked me, before licking my asshole, teasing it with his tongue.

He trailed his tongue downward to my clit before sucking it for a bit, then lifted my hips just slightly. I felt the head of him at my opening again as he started to push.

“Stay right there, love,” he instructed, working his way back inside of me.

He parted my legs a bit until he was all the way in, making me grip the bed sheets again. Wasting no time, Asif began beating it up as I lay on my stomach, causing me to drench his dick and the bed even more than I had. This position was simple, but damn did it make me cum, and a lot.

Leaning down some, he turned my face to him, using my hair which he’d wrapped around his fingers, and started to tongue me down while pounding my pussy from behind.

“Fuck.” I sniveled softly, barely able to keep up with the kiss as he gripped my hair tighter and bent my left leg upward to go deeper inside of me as he beat it up.

“Shit, I wanna nut in you so fucking bad, baby,” he growled against my mouth, moaning so sexily I wished I could record to hear it again later.

I didn’t know what came over me, maybe the Asif effect, but I said, “Do it.”

“Do what?” he queried, and though he knew what I meant, I realized Asif liked to hear nasty shit.

“Nut in me, please,” I begged through a moan as my body jerked under him from exploding.

“Fuck,” he called out, giving me a few more very hard pumps before he stilled inside of me.

As I throbbed around him, we kissed nastily for a while before he finally got the strength to pull out of me. I couldn’twalk, that was for certain, so I just lay there on my stomach, frozen, as Asif kissed all over me.

“Oh my gosh,” I finally breathed out as he came back up to peck me.

He climbed off me, and I watched his tall, impeccable frame as he ventured into the en suite. Soon enough I heard water that was consistent with him running a bath, and I was thankful because a shower, unless he had one of those handicapped installments, was out of the question.

Asif returned and picked me up, taking me into the large luxurious bathroom with four sinks, a four-showerhead shower, and then the humungous Jacuzzi tub that was filling up with some bubbles. He stepped in, still holding me, then lowered down into it, allowing me to soak in the perfectly hot water while he shut it off.

“What?” I smiled since he was seated, and we were now facing each other.

“Nothing.” He took my foot, kissed it, and then began rubbing it. I had no idea they were sore until they became encased in his big hands. “You know we in a relationship, don’t you?”

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