Page 73 of Real's Love

She frowned. "What?—"

"I wondered about some things—the CIA-level fake name and background; the way that house in the Heights and the BMW were wiped; the way you disappeared without a fucking trace. Prime took credit for all that. But how do I know you didn’t use his work to cover up while you were on some other sneaky shit?” I tightened my grip. "You working with Aaqil? I know there’s more than what Prime believes. He must be whipped, but I’on believe that shit. Guess yo' pussy ain't as powerful as yo' sister's," I spat.

"And yet, here you are," she hissed right back.

Rage surged through me, and I let go of her neck before I fucked around and snapped it. I was here for answers, to find out if her ass was on some snake shit. Her pussy was the last thing on my mind. I was about to tell her that shit, leaned forward to make sure she understood it?—

Then, somehow, I was kissing her. Hard. And she was opening up to me, her lips and tongue tangling with mine like she was hungry for me. It surprised me, but I definitely took advantage. I explored her mouth like I had never tasted it before, relearning how sweet she was. Her arm crept around my neck as she raised on her tiptoes, pressing those pillowy lips against mine. The kiss stretched on, hot and wet and almost desperate. My dick was rock hard, pushing against the softness of her stomach. I wanted to get inside her, was ready to slide between those gushy velvet walls. She pushed off me suddenly, breaking the kiss. Her full breasts moved up and down quickly, mirroring the pulse point throbbing in her neck. I bet that sweet pussy was throbbing just like that, soaking wet and ready to be spread.

"Real, we have to stop?—"

I whirled her around, not wanting to listen. Pushing her face-first against the wall, I looked down at those little purple shorts again. She struggled against the hand I had on her back, holding her in place. I ignored her, my other hand going to her waistband.

"Montréal!"

"Shut up," I growled, yanking that little scrap down along with her panties. "Shouldn't have been wearing that shit in front of nobody anyway."

She glared over her shoulder,

"You don't tell me?—"

I let her go just long enough to pull her soft body into mine and bend her forward. She twisted and squirmed, but she was doing more rubbing against my dick than anything. My fingers sank into her thick hip, and I held her in place as I pulled on my joggers and underwear. My dick was so hard that it was hurting as I freed it. It spilled out, slapping against her juicy ass. I lined up, so ready to feel her that I doubted the shit would last longer than two minutes. Love moaned, grinding against me before she tried to protest one last time.

"My granny said she didn't want to hear?—"

"Then you better be fucking quiet," I warned before sinking into her with one long, hard stroke.

So damn tight and wet. I closed my eyes as her hard-headed ass screamed my name. Using my free hand, I pulled that damn bonnet off. A shock of tight, sandy brown spiral curls fell out and I realized I was seeing her natural hair for the first time.Another thing hidden from me. Shit pissed me off and I gripped the soft coils as I slammed into her. She grabbed the wall as she tried to muffle her moans and cries behind sealed lips. I fucked her mercilessly as all my anger and frustration about her secrets and disappearance spilled out. She took it, her inner and outer lips dragging along my dick, reluctant to let go, leading me back between her taut, velvety walls. Leaning over her back, I let go of her hip, sliding my hand under her cami and bra to grip one of her ripe breasts. My palm massaged her nipple before I squeezed hard.

“Fuck, Reallllll,” she whined, trying to stay quiet.

“What? What you calling my name for?” I demanded. “Don’t be saying my shit unless you telling me something I wanna hear. Why all the lies, Love?”

Interrogating her while buried balls deep inside her was hard as fuck. Shorty felt too good, the nirvana between her legs fucking up my brain as it welcomed my dick.

“Y-you said Prime told you.”

“I don’t believe that’s the whole story. You lying,” I accused.

I released her hair, sliding my hand to the back of her knee and lifting it, giving me greater access to stroke her gushy channel. She wailed my name.

“Shh, Love. You want your granny to know you being hard-headed? That her precious ‘Love’ is on her top floor so full of dick she can’t stop screaming?”

Her pussy tightened around me, little freak. I stood and her head fell back against my shoulder, her whole body starting to shake.

“Real—”

“I’ma make you give up all your secrets,” I whispered.

“I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.

“If I let you.”

“Pl—”

She stopped at the sharp little knock on the door. Her eyes flew open.

“Ev, you okay?” Emory asked.

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