Page 28 of Another Constant

“You ready or you gonna keep fucking with me?”

“I’m not messing with you. I was enjoying what you baked. Can you hand me th?—”

I didn’t let her nervous ass finish that statement. I picked her up and started down the hall, not knowing where she was going. “Which door, mama?”

“Last one to your left.” She giggled, holding on to me like I was gonna drop her little ass. “See, you knew you were on bullshit, but I got you.” I pushed the door to her bedroom open. I tossed her on the bed and stepped back, taking the space in. Her bedroom was her, decorated in different grays with a rose contrast. I also noted though she was a dog breeder and had multiple dogs in her home, it didn’t smell like it. Her home smelled like deep amber mixed with cool flannel.

My eyes were back on her in seconds as she lay against the concrete colored sheets, waiting for me.

“After I put this pussy in my mouth, it’s mine. You know that, right?” I didn’t know why I asked, because I didn’t care if she said no. I was claiming her and this pussy regardless.

“How are you staking a claim already?” She giggled like I was joking.

“’Cause I ain’t sharing.” I pulled my hoodie and T-shirt off and tossed it onto the rose chair at the left of her bed.

I looped my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and leggings, sure to bring them both down together. When I had them off, I dropped them, leaning forward and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Thank God she had one of those low beds unlike most chicks I knew.

Her shit was so slippery and inviting that I knew I was fucking up. I didn’t eat pussy like that, but with Harlem? I could see myself eating often. My first lick across her slippery nub was like the first taste of a vanilla chew. Shit, her pussy had me on some greedy shit, forcing my tongue in and out of her mound like a hound to the hunt. She was fulfilling and I felt starved, wondering where the hell her and this pussy had been all my fucking life.

I licked and licked, using my hand to control her movement until she was trembling under my touch. I had tuned out her moaning and stuttering with a need to feel her peak under my grip.

“Kingaaaa…” She moaned my name, her body becoming more tender under my touch.

Her hands locked around my locs, trying her damndest to control my movement but she couldn’t.

She came so hard and loud I thought her body was seizing. I stopped to look up at her and it was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed. In a state of complete bliss, she had the most beautiful fuck face I had ever laid eyes on. A face that egged me to go on and had my dick harder than a freshly packaged jawbreaker.

I lapped up her essence, seeing just how much of an obsession she would become for me.

“You wanna stop here?” I asked, now hovering over her.

“No,” she uttered, chest seemingly caving with every breath.

“Good.”

I reached into my sweats and pulled out a condom while pushing my sweats and briefs down with my other hand. My teeth ripped through the wrapper within seconds.

The entire time she lay there watching me with lazy eyes and her bottom lip tucked into her teeth.

“I meant what I said, Harlem,” I voiced, my eyes locked with hers.

She nodded, scooting up further onto her bed.

With my dick now covered, I met her where she was scooting, sure to drag my tongue across her flesh. Her breasts sat on display, begging for me to taste. Shit, every part of this woman was beautiful and addicting, begging for me to taste.

With a need for all access, I locked my arm around one of her legs, hoisting it up so I could get all the admittance I needed. Then, when I had her where I needed her, I pushed forward, piercing her slick creases just so she would feel everything I was sending her way. I wanted her to feel me like I felt her when I wasn’t inside of her. I felt Harlem on a level I didn’t intend, because deep down I knew she wasn’t what I was used to. Something in her would require more out of me.

Sopping warmth welcomed me into her apex, like it was waiting on me, awaiting my exploration of a body so perfect I didn’t know existed. Her feverish lips pressed against mine with a need I had to fill.

“Kinga.” She was choked up, wrapping that one free leg around me.

“Hmm.” I fed my shaft into her folds with intention, sure to feel and fill her in ways neither of us had experienced. I paused, then pulled all the way back, ramming my entire length into her snug, slippery core again. This pussy felt like it was made for me, the way it seemed like seconds in it was trying to pull the nut out of me.Could it be?

“I feel you,” she moaned aloud, breaking my thoughts that had gone into overdrive.

“Where?” I asked through grunts, trying to pace myself.

“Everywhere.”

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