Page 95 of Crossing Lines

“Yeah.”

“Oh wow, Kross,” she cheers. “That’s great. Congratulations. When will it finish?”

“Summer, if construction keeps moving smoothly.”

“Dang,” she drones, squeezing my arm. “Good for you. You must feel so proud.”

“Hmm. I always wanted to build a home and fill it with a family—something I didn’t have as a kid. Living with Cairo, Iree, and Mama G was a blessing. But there were times I felt jealous. Despite losing their parents at a young age, those kids still hadall the love in the world. They had a stable home. I don’t want my kids to experience what I went through.”

She touches my neck tenderly. “You’re a wonderful man. I’m sure you’ll be an amazing Dad.”

“Thanks, baby. I want to show you every part of me. So you know how real I am.”

“I see that.” She leans over to meet my lips for a soft kiss that has my dick hardening.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Can’t hold off any longer, Davi. I need to be inside you.”

She giggles. “Let’s go to your place then.”

I rub my aching dick. “That’s almost forty minutes more waiting. If it weren’t dangerous inside, I’d fuck you in my house to bless the place. But the car will have to do. So take your panties off and climb over.”

“Sure no one will hear and call the cops?” she checks, sounding just as horny.

“It’s a quiet area. Neighbors are pretty far. Unless you want to wait until—”

“No.” She eases up to remove her underwear, bunching the dress at her waist.

I quickly recline my seat, undo my pants to pull out my dick, and help Davia climb over.

She makes out with me while sinking her warm and wet pussy onto my shaft.

“Yeah,” I groan at the immense surge of ecstasy. “I’m home.”

“Uhhmm…” Her breaths turn choppy as she bounces on me, sucking my tongue and biting my lip.

“Fuck, baby. Pussy so hot and juicy.” I squeeze her plump ass as she clenches my dick. “Choke my shit.”

“Mmhmm,” she moans, kissing me sensually while gyrating on my lap. I know she’s close to erupting the way she’s flowing like a river.

I grip her waist and thrust into her speedily, making her cry out from the pleasure.

“Fuck, Kross! Oh shit!” Her body starts to rattle, and I feel her squirt all over me.

Her orgasm triggers mine. My grunts heighten as I shoot up inside her.

We stay in place, laughing while we come down from the high. Davia leans in for a devouring kiss before sliding off me and climbing back over the middle console to the passenger side.

“Now, can we go to your place?” she implores. “I’m ready for round two.”

I peel off my clothes the instant we walk through the door and charge Davia like a beast.

She removes her jacket, but I stop her from lifting the dress. “Leave it on with the heels for now.” I slide my hands underneath and tug her panties down to the heels. She kicks it away. I guide her to my kitchen island, brace her over the marble surface, and rub her wet pussy that’s still leaking my cum.

“Uhh,” she groans, trembling at my touch.

“I love the sounds you make.” Hoistening the dress over her round ass, I give it a firm smack before spreading her cheeks.

“Fuck!” she cries out as I slip my thumb into her tight ass with my cum. “Kross…”

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