Page 92 of Save Room for Us

“Wow. She was a piece of work.”

“All day.” He kissed my neck. “Don’t worry about Milan’s ass. I don’t engage in that type of fuckery, love.”

“What fuckery?” I tittered softly at the word.

“Playing with females’ feelings. I always keep shit a buck. Now how they choose to deal with what I give them is some other shit. But as far as me playing a role and pretending just to later fuck ’em over, nah. I was raised better than that. I ain’t no player. I ain’t no fucking cheater. I ain’t no dream seller. I’m a realist,andI keep shit real. I’ll leave a woman before I fuck around on her. And I’ll stay single ’fore I sit up and fuck around with a woman’s feelings. I’m too grown for that shit, and I got too much business that needs tending to. That’s a little boy’s game, baby.

“Milan knew what it was before you and does now.”

His words relaxed me, and like usual, I believed him. Asif wasn’t the type to put on airs, and that was something I’d recognized, even when we were just cordial.

“You better not leave me,” I somewhat joked.

“I won’t. I been looking for you a long ass time and waiting on you to free up my spot even longer.” He kissed my shoulder, making me simper as I stared at the fireplace.

“What you did today was simple but huge,” I spoke truthfully. “Thank you, baby.”

“No need to thank me, love. That’s just how shit is gon’ be, how it’s supposed to be. You too good of a woman to not have a nigga handling shit for you.” Turning me onto my back, he looked down into my face, beautiful eyes sparking like the warm fire. “I plan to be here with you forever, but if a nigga does leave this earth prematurely, it’s gon’ be impossible for another nigga to step to you, let alone impress you.”

Little did he know, we’d just started, and that was already the case. Asif had left an impression on me that quickly, and I knew another man would never be able to fill his shoes. He helped me understand women like my mother, ones who had such a good man that they didn’t need to remarry or replace him once he was gone from this earth. I always thought my mother was lonely, but being here and experiencing Asif showed me that she was most likely the opposite. She was content, happy to have experienced a man like my daddy.

“What do you need? I wanna give it to you,” I whispered in between the soft pecks he delivered.

“This.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Us, Sophie included.” Kiss. He then peeled the covers back and said, “That,” before pressing his lips to my private area.

“Asif.” I giggled, limbs and pussy sore already. “It’s two a.m.” I smiled as he placed my thighs on his shoulders, kissing the inner area of both.

“I work off a seven to one ratio, love.”

“A seven to one ratio?”

“Make you cum seven times to my one.”

“I think I made it to eight in the bathrub,” I moaned, trying to count but his mouth was distracting.

Ignoring me, he pushed my right leg up and outward a bit before licking the length of my folds and causing me to shiver, while pinning my left leg to the bed. He was so take-charge and aggressive, and I loved it. I’d never dated a man with such a sex drive, but I was down.

Asif was the best eater I’d ever encountered, even better than this boy in college that used to eat me to smithereens. Asif had surely dethroned Zachary.

“No matter how many times I taste this shit, it’s good.” Asif licked the glaze I’d left from his lips before diving back in. “I gotta taste it daily, love.”

“Okay,” I whimpered, shaking from the way he was lapping at my clit. His deep voice vibrated against it, making me jerk a bit and grip his hair. When I pushed myself more into his mouth, he moaned in approval.

This was the best night of my life.

HOURS LATER…

Feeling Anastazia movefrom me and sit up abruptly jolted my ass awake. This was the first time she’d stayed the night with a nigga, and I was already getting used to the shit. So initially, when I opened my eyes, I assumed she was trying to creep out until I saw her come from the bathroom and go stand to peer out of my floor-to-ceiling windows.

“You can’t leave yet, baby,” I said, watching the way she looked in the short, silk dress she’d brought over. Her curly hair was down, sweeping against the milky brown skin of her shoulder blades.

“I’m not leaving.” She turned to me, halfway smiling, but I could see in her eyes the shit was forced.

Sitting up, I padded to my drawers for some boxers and went to stand behind her, wondering if she’d seen some shit, even from this high up.

“You aight?” I bent down to kiss her neck. She was even shorter than I realized, and I guess it was because she usually always had shoes on around me.

“You know, I never wanted to stay the night with you because I have really bad insomnia and nightmares still,” she stated softly, still looking out over the city of Beverly Hills.

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