Page 47 of Good As Hell

“Damn, jameela, you do that so good.” He thrusts into my mouth, making me take him deeper. Long tampered fingers smooth down the line of my back as he fucks into my mouth.

‘Cease,” he commands. “When I come, it will be in your tight, juicy pussy. Lie back, little diva.”

I do a little primly still not used to this type of intimacy.

“Let me see that pretty ass pussy, lil’mama,” he growls.

His stare stalks over me like a lion tracking a gazelle as I do as he bids.

“Open that motherfucker, Ma.” Another command, another acquiesce.

Leaning forward, he braces his forearm, positioning himself at my entrance.

“So soft, so wet,” He murmurs, his eyes trained on where we meet.

Rubbing the heavy head of his dick against my sensitive flesh, he teases me until I’m aching to get closer to the feeling he’s evoking.

“Please.” Reaching out, I try to draw him closer. Grabbing my hand he kisses my knuckles then opens my hand licking my palm. “How prettily my wife begs.”

A wicked gleam lights his eyes as he places my hand on his straining dick.

“Put me where you want me, wife,” our gazes tangle. I see the way his jaw ticks, not knowing if it’s from the emotion I see in his eyes that he dare not share. I’m much the same way. Taking the easy way instead of meeting the challenge I see in those beautiful depths I look between us seeing how wet I’ve made him, the glossy head of his dick pearls as I pump it.

Opening wider I place him at my entrance pressing up to take him inside.

“Fuck,” he groans, driving in a little, stretching me. “Still so tight, Lyric?”

Nodding, I bite my lip then lick away the sting, anxious to please him. “I’m good.” I promise not wanting him to stop.

“You ready?” I know he can tell how wet I am for him, but I know he wants my words. Knowing he needs this reassurance because he thinks I was repudiating all of him with the attempted escape Fi orchestrated, I give him the words he needs. “Always for you, husband.”

A wild grin spreads across his face. He shifts back, then drives inside of me — deep.

Whimpering, I take all of him without complaint. His dick is a steel rod pressing with relentless determination. My muscle strain to resist despite all he’s done to get me ready.

‘Damn, baby, she choking me like she’s mad I stayed away.” He stills, pressing his forehead against mine once he’s buried so deep I feel him in my right beneath my heart.

“So fucking good.” his mouth covers mine. I can’t help but agree while he drinks my lips in. His tongue dips into my mouth, tasting me and giving me access to the firmness of his. Sinking into the pleasure he’s evoking with his mouth and the very deliberateness of his firm fingers working between us, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me. Wrapping my legs around him, I feel him go deeper, smiling when he shudders.

Drawing back, his gaze never leaves mine as he starts fucking me like it’s his ministry.

“Ohmygoodness.” Eyes fluttering when he rolls his hips, I try to lose myself in the sensation, not wanting to meet his fierce gaze.

“Husband,” he demands, fucking so hard that my teeth click. “Tell your husband how good I’m making you feel, wife. Drawing my leg higher, he angles deep, hitting my deepest spot. “Say it” he grits.” Making my legs shake.

“Husband, you make me feel so goo—” my words cut short when he hammers against my spot, shattering me, turning my last words into a keening cry as pleasure breaks around me.

Still thrusting, Hassan gives me no quarter. Grabbing the headboard, he drives into me.

“You’ve denied me too long, Lyric. I’m fucking you all night.” My hands slip down, feeling the way his ass flexes as his hips drive and roll into me.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, arching to meet him thrust for thrust. He doesn’t. He takes us higher, reaching the area I never knew existed.

Bodies slick, we glide against each other. My nipples graze his chest. Pleasure sparks through every aroused inch of my body, pushing me closer and closer. I almost fear the precipice he’s taking me to. My muscles squeeze around him spasmodically as another climax threatens. Adding pressure of my own, I finally meet his gaze again.

Darkened by desire and something more he eyes me with heavy purpose. “Come with me this time, babe.” I whisper, keeping my eyes on him.

Bending down, he covers my mouth again with a toe curling tantalizing kiss as his hips slam into me again, and again. Giving me no reprieve, he fucks me into another stratosphere. Flooding my pussy, he joins me with my name on his lips.

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