Page 40 of Never Want to Love Again

“Crowwwwwn!”

“What, baby?”

Our sweaty skin slapped loudly in the quiet room. I wasn’t letting up any time soon unless she told me to stop.

“Fuck, baby. Your shit so fuckin’ good,” I told Kupid in her ear.

Pulling out, I flipped her onto her back and stood back on the floor. I pushed Kupid’s back down and gently held her braids while sliding back in. With one hand, I peeled a cheek back so I could get a good look at her pussy taking me in. It was a sight. The ripples of her ass as I thrust forward were what I loved to see. That and the way her pussy clenched around my dick.

Letting go of Kupid’s braids, I placed one foot onto the bed, gripped her waist, and went for what I knew. I began beating her shit with no remorse. The way her pussy grew wetter and wetter, I knew she had a damn water park. I slipped my dick out, and she proved me right. Liquid shot out, and once it stopped, I pushed back inside and did that shit over and over until I knew she was getting spent. My balls grew weighty. Placing kisses down her back, I pounded her until I was sending my seeds into the condom.

One time my ass. Before we left the Bahamas, I was burying my dick inside of Kupid a few more times. As she said, we ain’t have to talk about it when we touch back down in the U.S. At the end of the day, my mind was set up. Kupid was gon’ be mine regardless. The way her pussy hugged my dick every other night, Ima need that.

The birds chirping by one of the bedroom windows woke me out of my sleep. I wiped my eyes and turned to my left to see that Kupid wasn’t there. After we had showered after that fire sex session, we changed the sheets together, and she let me spoon her until we fell asleep, and it didn’t take us long. We both were spent.

Rolling over onto my back, I stretched and groaned. I listened for any sounds of Kupid, but I heard none.

“I know this girl ain’t leave after last night,” I uttered, throwing the tangled sheets off me and swinging my feet over the edge. My shoulders ached. That’s how I know I did what I needed to do last night. That was that good soreness.

I padded to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Back in the room, I picked my phone up and read the time. It was a little after noon. My eyes stretched. That damn pussy had my ass sleeping good. So good… I didn’t even feel Kupid getting out of bed.

When I reached the kitchen's entrance, she was leaning against the counter, spooning yogurt in her mouth while on FaceTime with someone. I didn’t want to overhear anything I wasn’t supposed to, so I made myself known.

I cleared my throat, and she almost jumped out of her skin. The spoon she had was now on the floor, along with some of the pink yogurt.

“Is that him? Is that my favorite raaappeeeer?” the woman on the iPad squealed excitedly.

“It bet not be no other nigga,” I spoke, winking at an embarrassed Kupid.

I leaned down, picked the spoon up, and took it to the sink. Grabbing another, I rinsed it off before handing it over to Kupid. I glanced at the iPad and noticed it was her friend that I’d flown out. I hit her with a chunk of my chin.

“They didn’t make breakfast this morning?” I asked, brushing up against Kupid’s ass as I walked past her.

She cleared her throat and replied, “No one was up to let them in.”

My brows rose as I quizzed, “What time did you wake up?”

“Around ten.”

Kupid was in a light pink athletic short set that showed off all her curves. Her pretty ass feet were in flip-flop sandals.

“Damn, why you ain’t wake me?” I licked my slips—slowly. I wouldn’t have minded waking up and sliding inside of her to start our day off right.

Kupid peered down at her iPad.

“I’ll call you later, Asia. It’s late on your end.”

“Giiirl, I’m awake now. I want to know why you ain’t wake him up either,” her friend replied with a smack of her lips.

“Bye, friend!” Kupid laughed and ended the video call. She turned to me. “She loves you so much, she’ll side with you instead of me. I made you a plate of waffles, eggs, and sausage. It’s in the microwave.”

Scratching my chin, that put a big ass grin on my face.

“Fucked you so good you had to get up and cook for a nigga?”

“Eh, it was mid,” Kupid replied with a giggle. Even she had to laugh because she knew that was bullshit.

Since my dick was twitching and she wanted to play. I spun her around and pushed her shorts down. Kupid yelped but didn’t tell me to stop. Her clothes pooled around her ankles. Pulling my dick out, I grabbed her around her waist to pull her toward me and make her lean over the counter. Spreading her cheeks apart, I slid inside and instantly moaned.Wemoaned in unison. Kupid was already wet.

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