Page 109 of Quasim: King Inferno

Blairon the other end.

“If we keep this at the center of us, we don’t ever have to worry about this foundation being faulty. I played games, fell back, and allowed you to think you were in this alone, and I’msorry for that,mylove. I’m here now, and not going anywhere. I’m telling you now that I’m in this.”

My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure it was going to pop out of my chest and fall onto the floor. He kissed my lips and stared into my eyes. “I’m in this, Quasim. I’ve been in this and want to stay in this. You know where I stand, and what I want with you.”

He grabbed the book beside him and opened it, flipped through a few pages and handed it to me.

I held the leather notebook in my hands and looked up at him, honored that he was allowing me to read what he had written:

When I saw her drunk, sitting on another man’s lap, the shit that went through my head should have gotten me life in prison.

I want her so bad. My heart craves her, but I know that I’m not ready. She comes with love, a lot of that shit. I know she can heal me. She can make me feel again. Make life worth living again. Blair makes me whole whenever she’s around me and she doesn’t even know the shit.

Fear is always in the front of my head. I’ve had and lost love before. I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to her. If I was the reason something happened to her.

I stare at the selfie she made me take in the back of the car in Miami often. Looking at herfeatures and mine, wondering what a creation of our own would look like.

How she would look walking down the aisle to me. Watching her become Blair Inferno – Queen Inferno. I see all this when I close my eyes.

I pray to God every night and morning about her. Asking God to heal her, bring her through this storm, because there is so much waiting for her.

I’m waiting for her.

If his whole purpose of setting this room up was to get some ass, he had ruined that because I was a snotty mess as I cried and sniffled reading the book, tears dropping on the page. This was dated the summer that Capri had come back. Right after we had ditched Jessie’s bachelorette weekend and went to Miami instead.

“Simmy Jimmy,” I held his face and kissed his chin, something he always did to me.

“Blair, I think I’ve loved you since the first time that I saw you. Everything about you was something that I couldn’t forget. I remember how you smelled. Had some caramel perfume on.”

“I don’t even remember what I was wearing that day.”

He smirked. “I do. Your hair was longer, and you had it pulled up in a high pony. Saw you from the backyard while Capp was talking to me. Even though you tried to look positive, I could see the pain in your eyes… the hurt, fear, unknown.” Sim took my hand and kissed it before placing it onto his chest. “My heart only does this for you, Blair. I don’t have this reaction for no one else… only you. Every time you would nudge me or joke withme, my shit would go crazy. I’d forget how to speak and lose my cool.”

I rubbed his chest as he closed the book and sat it on the night table. “I always say that God don’t be hearing me, but I pray to him anyway. He listened to me; he heard me when I prayed for you. I’ve always prayed for you to beat this, for you to be successful, and to have all that is happening for you. I wanted this for you, and I’ve witnessed you make it happen on the sidelines… I wanna be your man, Anjo. I don’t want to play the sidelines when it comes to you anymore.”

There were no words exchanged, because I shoved my entire tongue into his mouth, as he gently put the rosary down onto the table next to his book. He flipped me over, and I leaned on my elbows as I watched him put his hands in the waist band of his briefs, pulling down, exposing that perfect mushroom top. It was so beautiful as it sat there, touching his inner thigh.

Quasim was blessed in more ways than he knew, and I was counting my blessings because I wanted him. “I know we just had our moment together about God…hmm?”

“Uh huh,” I slowly nodded my head while I watched his every move, and he stepped out of his briefs while he stared at me on the bed, biting down on his bottom lip.

“Ain’t shit holy about what the fuck I’m about to do to you,mylove.” He climbed onto the bed, leaning over me as he licked my neck, sucking, and kissing on it.

His hands found their way to my down below as he rubbed it, inserting his fingers, while he kissed my lips. “Why you moving like that, baby… tell me.”

“I want you so bad, Simmy… please.”

Reaching up, I pecked his lips as I stared into his eyes, trying to keep the focus. Once he pinched my pearl, I was about to soak this entire bed.

Sucking on my bottom lip once more before he moved himself from the bed, he pulled me by my ankles towards the edge, scooping me up. Holding me up with one arm, he held his dick and positioned himself inside of me.

My eyes crossed as he held my hips and slowly lifted me up and then slid me back down onto him. He stood in the middle of the room, as I held him around the neck. “Do you know how bad I wanted to feel you on my dick, Anjo?” He said through gritted teeth as he held me tight, slowly stroking me with ease. As if he wasn’t in the middle of the room, not holding onto anything.

My arms held onto his neck as he kissed my open mouth because it felt so good. “Hmm… I missed you too, Simmy.” I moaned into his ear, kissing it while he continued.

“You be making me proud, baby… taking this dick,” He grunted, as he made strides across the room, leaning my back onto the wall, and going up inside me harder. He grabbed my hand and pulled it above my head as he continued to deliver me soft strokes, kissing my lips.

The tears were threatening to fall because it felt so good. To have him stare me in the eyes, never breaking eye contact as he was fucking me, marking what he knew was already his felt like a dream.

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