Page 95 of Save Room for Us

“Uh uh.” I shook my head, taking her hand and bringing her back to stand in front of me. “I wanna fuck then eat.” I reached under her dress to grip her panties.

She looked across the room at Sophie knocked out.

“She’s right over there.” Anastazia pointed.

“This big ass room, she ain’t gon’ hear or see shit. Long as we stay on this couch andyoukeep quiet.” I made her lie down on the plush loveseat as she simpered up at me, watching me climb between her butter soft ass legs.

She looked even prettier against the flicker of the damn flames, melanin vibrant as fuck.

“I love how you take your time.” She cooed as I sucked on her collarbone before doing the same to the top of her breasts. “I need to get some birth control.”

“I’ll pull out.” I removed my pullover and shirt in one move before placing my shirt under her so a nigga would have a place to land when I withdrew.

Revealing my dick to press at her already leaking opening, I gripped her small frame to keep her ass close to me while we kissed.

“Shit,” she cooed softly once I broke through the entrance.

Gripping one of her thighs, I spread it outward to give me more room while biting down on her soft ass shoulder so I wouldn’t call out from the feel of her tight, wet ass pussy. I could tell by the way chills ran throughout my fucking body I wouldn’t last long at all. This shit only happened with Anastazia.

Slowly, I kept grinding until I was fully inside, feeling her pussy throb around me as she whimpered against my lips. Pushing the top of her nightgown down, I devoured her nipples, loving the way this woman tasted.

“That was ’sposed to be my baby,” I told her once I came up from having my fix.

The thought of another muthafucka doing this shit with Anastazia drove a nigga crazy already. Nobody deserved this shit but me. These other niggas didn’t want this woman the same way I fucking did. To other muthafuckas, she was a beautiful woman they could possibly see some shit with, but to me, she was a nigga’s future. I’d go to war for it and would bet on everything I loved that no muthafucka walking this Earth would outlast me.

“I know.” She sniveled, trembling slightly as she coated my shaft.

“Don’t trip, though. She still is.” Staring down into her eyes, I said, “I want you, your body, yo’ conversation, and all yaattention, love. Fuck.” I felt myself at my peak as her soft fingers brushed along my back.

“It’s yours,” she whispered, soft thighs quaking against my sides as she came again.

The next morning…

Walking out from my closet in Nike track pants and a white T-shirt, I spotted Sophie sitting up in the bed. Her mama was still laid out, most likely from the dick down I’d given her ass.

“What you doing up?” I smiled, feeling a little out of whack from having slept on the couch in the living room. While the shit was comfortable, I had to sleep a certain way so I wouldn’t roll off that muthafucka in the middle of the night.

I had other bedrooms, but because they were located in the back, a nigga ain’t feel comfortable sleeping there. It was unlikely a muthafucka would bust off in my shit, but if they did, I needed to be up front where the living room and master bedroom were, especially since I had Sophie and Anastazia here.

“Breakfast?” Sophie replied, little brows tapping her hairline. She was cute as fuck, looking just like Analicia.

“Uh,” I checked my AP to see it was six a.m., “what you eat for breakfast?” I picked her up to carry her from the bedroom so we wouldn’t wake her mama up with this conversation.

I’d showered, brushed my teeth, and dressed in order to dip out and handle some business, but that shit had been rerouted now.

“Bacon, pancakes, sprinkles,” she listed and stared at me.

“Aight, I can try. I ain’t got no sprinkles though. Can I get a pass?”

“Yes.” She nodded, but I remembered Anastazia saying that didn’t mean she meant it, so a nigga could only hope.

“Aight.” I looked around the living room. “Sit right here.” I put her on the couch, kicking myself for not having shit for her to play with. I was gon’ fix that shit ASAP though. “Huh.” I handedher my watch, and her eyes lit up. “Play with this until I finish, aight?”

She didn’t say shit, just focused on the watch, so I went into the kitchen to try and make what baby girl had requested. I wasn’t a cook for real, and usually ate cereal for breakfast or stopped by my parents to see what Lisara made, if I ate anything at all.

Eating for a nigga like me meant stopping by a burger spot in the hood with the homies, midday or by nightfall.

I kept an eye on Sophie, thanking God for this open floor plan while I followed the directions on the pancake box, like a muthafucka just learning how to read. Once I finally got the mix together, I heated the skillet. Turning around to try and figure out how the fuck I could get the batter in that shit, I ran into Sophie, standing in the kitchen.

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