Page 163 of Save Room for Us

Since she was too short, I picked her up by the hips like a wheelbarrow and positioned myself at her opening. She was dripping fucking wet yet tight as a fist as I pushed my way inside.

“Damn.” I grumbled, sliding in and out slowly.

Pausing, I went into the nightstand drawer right by us and pulled out her small bullet toy. Turning it on, I reached under her to circle her clit as I kept moving in and out of her tight walls.

“Sif, wait, oh my gosh,” she called out, but I didn’t listen, continuing to use the toy on her bud as I started to pound her pussy from the back.

Her small hands gripped the bedsheets as her mouth hung open while I banged on her shit like I was from Neighborhood.

“Shit, you ’bout to cum hard as fuck, baby. Let it go for ya man,” I coached her, not slowing up as I watched her body tremble a little like it always did, just before she quaked and came. Her walls tightening around me made me call out, just before I used my free hand to spank her ass.

Her body shook as she cried out, so I slowed up, hitting with her with circular motions until I felt like she’d overcame her orgasm. Wasting no time, I hammered her pussy, loving the way that shit sounded as I kept the vibrator moving around her clit and under the hood.

I groped her ass cheek, holding it tightly so I could hit that shit deeper as Anastazia let out soft whimpers.

“Who run this shit, Stazi?”

“You, baby,” she cried out, drooling a little bit as I tenderized her spot.

She came again, but this time, I didn’t slow up, beating that pussy up and splashing all around in that muthafucka as her ass jiggled every time our bodies collided. Her legs turned to jelly as I dug her ass out.

“Don’t run, love. Don’t take this good shit from me.” I hammered her. “This pussy so fucking perfect, shit,” I called out in the midst of the sounds of our bodies clashing and her wet pussy bouncing off the walls. “I know I wore you out, baby, but give me one more.”

It wasn’t long before she released everywhere, and I was filling her up with my nut. When she collapsed to the bed, I cut the toy off, then climbed on with her, kissing her sweaty back while slowly stroking her still.

“You are the worst, in a good way.” She panted before I captured her lips with mine.

Pulling out, I turned her over and sucked on her nipples a bit before making my way down her stomach.

“I’m gon’ let you get some water before round two.” I pecked her.

“Round two? Look at my legs.”

I chuckled, seeing they were still trembling. I was saving the lovemaking for last because that shit usually put Anastazia to sleep.

“You got about half an hour love, but we ’bout to fuck all night. Shouldn’t have been teasing a nigga all night and shit like you was ’bout that life. Time to pay up,” I said matter-of-factly before kissing her perfect pussy, then leaving the room to get us some hydration.

I ignored her whining, “Asiiiiff!” as I got the shit.

I shook my fucking head because as I parked in front of the home belonging to Nori and her new family, as “Let’s Wait Awhile” played in my head nonstop.

Shutting the engine down, I waited as my dick softened, before sending Anastazia a text about what she and that fucking song had done to a nigga. Of course, she found it hilarious. Thankfully, the shit was old, and I didn’t have to worry about hearing it in public much, but I hoped it stayed out of my mind while I sat and ate food with these people.

“You came. I’m so happy.” Nori answered the door, a mark still under her eye from the altercation with my moms.

“I did.” I lifted the bottle of champagne I brought.

“Can I still not get a hug?” she quizzed as soon as I stepped into the home.

It was nice, normal, and had a welcoming environment. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I expected, but it wasn’t this. Nori was a woman I associated with callousness, the cold, and anythingbutwelcoming, so to see her home be like this was weird as fuck for me.

Saying nothing, I gave her a side hug, and she lit up with glee, making me chuckle a little bit. I still didn’t trust hermuthafuckin’ ass, but my pops told me the day she fought Lisara, she seemed to be showing a version of the woman he’d once loved. I didn’t know how that was possible when it ended with her getting into it with his wife, but I would figure shit out on my own.

“Did you apologize to my sister?” I queried, making her pause.

“She was yelling things, Asif, so I responded.”

“She’s a seventeen-year-old girl. I get she may have been disrespectful, but I ain’t fucking with what you said about her being a ho and becoming a teen mom. You responding ain’t the issue; it’s what you said.”

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