Page 33 of Made to Love Ya

“Whose, Chè?”

“Yours,” she cried as I thrust up into her.

I showed her little ass no mercy, and within minutes, I flipped her off me and had her facing the back of the couch with one leg looped over my arm and the other knee barely positioned on the couch.

I tore that ass up as she screamed and punched the back of the couch. “Damn, Zae. Nigga, you’re tearing my shitup! I ain’t gonna be able to have no kids!”

“You gonna have whatever you wanna have one day. But today…you ’bout to get this dick. Now take this dick, and shut your pretty ass up with all that complaining gahdamnit!”

I jackhammered her pussy so hard I turned that shit into a construction site. There was no way no other nigga could ever go up in her shit after me and be comfortable. He’d know that her shit belonged to someone else, and he would never be a good fit.

“I’ma get this ass next,” I mumbled as I pulled the hem of my T-shirt up and wiped the sweat from my face.

“Nooo!”

“Yes, I am. Don’t tell me no, Chè. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, Izael!”

“And whose ass?”

“Yours, baby,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” I replied and slapped her hard on her ass while I continued to thrust up into her.

The couch hit the back of the wall several times. I knew it would leave a mark on the wall. Nothing a little paint couldn’t handle. Tonight, I was getting this pussy, and I wasn’t letting anything stop me.

If we were only meant to last a little while, I would enjoy the time we had.

TALIA

“Baby, use the drip pan,”Izael instructed.

“I’m doing just fine. I know what I’m doing.”

“Is that why you just dripped paint on the back of your couch?” he asked and pointed at a speck of paint.

“Shit!” I screeched and jumped up.

“Aye. Chill ya li’l ass out. I got it,” he replied and dabbed at the spot with a cloth.

We were painting the wall where the paint had been removed. In its place was a dull black smudge right behind the couch. Our little sex session had turned into hardcore fucking yesterday after Izael came home from work.

He seemed a little stressed and apparently needed to work through a lot. I didn’t mind being his stress reliever at all. But now, we were sitting here trying to clean up our masterpiece that we had created.

“Thank you for letting me help, baby.” I purred when he put his paint roller down on the tray that was sitting on the drop cloth.

He kissed me. “You know I could’ve had this done an hour ago, right?”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t have been as much fun without me,” I whined.

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re right, baby. Everything is better with you involved in it.”

“Seriously?” I asked and pushed my glasses up my nose.

I had taken a break from my contacts today to give my eyes a rest. I usually only wore my glasses after I showered at night and was preparing to go to bed.

“Seriously. I love doing shit with you. No matter what it is, I just love spending time with you, girl.”

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