Page 111 of Maceo

“Can you say MILF? I’m definitely gonna be somebody’s fine ass mama, big belly and all.”

He smiled. “I can’t wait to see you waddling around.”

“Are you gonna rub my feet?”

“I’ll give you a whole body rub down.”

“You know how you act. That’s gonna turn into you finding your way between my legs.”

“You know what they say about pregnant pussy being good pussy.”

I rolled my eyes. “I have good pussy period,” I said, snapping my fingers.

“Sholl the fuck do.”

I giggled as I rested my chin against his chest. For the longest time, I stared at him. I’d really married my best friend. Leaning forward, I kissed his lips.

“I’ve missed you… I’ve missed this.”

“I’m right here.”

“You’re gone most of the day, and by the time you get home, you’re tired. I miss our days together. I miss being able to go on dates and shit, baby. I miss being able to go anywhere at my own free will. I’ve been stuck on this compound, and while I love your family, I wanna see other people.”

“Baby, you don’t even like other people.”

I playfully slapped his chest. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m playing. I get you, love. I just want you to be safe. I’d lose my fucking mind if something happened to you, Shar. The world would see a different side of me. You aren’t just my girlfriend anymore. You’re my wife, and your safety is my priority. Plus… I’m not trying to have to fight your daddy this time. Pops won’t be able to save me a second time.”

I giggled. “Yeah… you might want to tread lightly. Daddy won’t give a fuck whose kid you are. Still, you better not hit him back.”

“You really expect me to just let Mr. Paul whup my ass?”

“You can block his licks, but you better not hit him back.”

He shook his head. “That’s insane, Sharina.”

I shrugged. “You know what’s insane, baby?” I asked, sitting back on his thighs.

“What’s that?”

I pulled at the sash on my robe, allowing it to fall open and reveal my naked form beneath it.

“The fact that I haven’t had you inside me in days.”

He licked his lips. “Nah, what’s insane is the fact that I haven’t even tasted that sweet pussy in days.”

“So what are we gonna do about that?”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head to his. When his soft lips captured mine, I couldn’t help but moan. Our lips parted, and our tongues danced to a sensual rhythm. His hands explored my body, gripping and groping every part of me. One arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me chest to chest with him as he slid his other hand to cup my pussy from behind.

“Damn, Shar.” He groaned as he stroked my swollen pearl. “You wet as a muthafucka.”

“And this wet muthafucka is gonna drown you.”

“Baby, I swim in this pussy. You could never drown me. Bring that shit here.”

I stood to my feet, hovering over him. Slowly, I peeled away the rest of the robe and tossed it aside. I moved to stand over his face. That skilled tongue slipped out of his mouth as he licked his lips and beckoned me to him. I smirked as I dropped into a squat, hovering above his mouth. Gripping the headboard, I prepared myself for this tongue lashing.

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