Page 38 of Made to Love Ya

I smoothed my fingers over her eyebrows that were scrunched down.

“That’s what I want to know. You’ve been silent since we left my pop’s house. Are you thinking about your family again and how they’ll react?”

“I’m ready to be honest with my family. I loved how your family accepted and embraced us tonight. It felt good being on your arm and loved in public without having to hide how we feel.”

I nodded my agreement. “I know. It did feel good as hell showing my woman off. Listen, I know you’re mostly worried about how Tahj will feel, but I’ll tell him by myself, and you don’t have to worry about the confrontation.”

“I’m not letting you do that on your own. After all, I’ll have to face Tahj eventually. We’re just so close, and I worry about what this will do to my relationship with him. But if he can’t accept this, then that’s his loss.”

“True that. What we have is beautiful, Talia, and I’m not gonna let anybody tell us otherwise. Ya nigga’s gonna ride for you. I’ll be all in Tahj’s ass if he thinks he’s not gonna have your back after he finds out about us. You feel me?”

“I know you’re right, baby. So, when do you want to tell them?” she asked.

“It’s your family. You make the call.”

“I’m thinking about the next family get together we have. That should be perfect timing.”

I pressed my forehead against hers. “Cool. Now, give me some sugar.”

She leaned further into me and kissed my lips.

“I love how you love me, Zae.”

“Baby, I would give up my last breath if it came down to spending this time with you and dying early versus never having this time with you. You’re worth a world of heartache and pain to me. As long as I got you by my side, the rest of that shit is light work. Trust me, baby.”

“You’re so sweet,” she replied shyly and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Not as sweet as you. Speaking of which, I skipped dessert at my father’s house for a special kind of sugar. Can I get some?”

Talia giggled and rolled off me. I pulled her nightgown up around her hips and tugged her thong down her thighs.

“Open wide, baby,” I added with a wink.

She did as I asked, hooked those thick thighs over my shoulders, and relaxed against her pillow. I scooted her ass down just a little before I bent down and pressed my tongue and lips into her pussy. She was my special blend of sugar and cinnamon. I loved eating that pussy and had to have it almost daily. I was glad she didn’t deny me what I needed.

I rubbed her clit with one finger, slid two fingers into her ass, and thrust my tongue into that pussy, sucking and licking it. Her lips blossomed open for me, allowing me to get a deeper entrance into her folds.

My baby pumped her pussy against my lips, gyrated, and rubbed her juices over my nose, lips, and chin. She saturated me with her glorious scent and made sure that I got all the sweetness that I needed. I pulled back and lightly smacked her pussy with my palm.

“Zaaae!” she moaned.

“Come on, baby. Give me that nut. I’m waiting for it.”

“Here, baby, here!” She pushed her pussy back at me, and I dipped down again and ate her out until she cried out, “Damn! What’s my name? I don’t know my name, Zae.”

When I finally pulled back, I laughed at her. “You wild, ma.”

I didn’t put on any clothes after my shower. I had stalked my ass butt naked straight back to her room. I knew I was getting the pussy tonight. As stressed out as I was after that dinner with my future sister-in-law’s diarrhea ass mouth, I knew that the only thing that would destress me was a good fuck.

We exchanged STD stats over a couple of weeks ago. I needed to fuck her raw, so I had been eager to share my shit. Once we proved we were both clean and that she was on birth control, it was on. Not only could I fuck her raw, but I had no qualms about nutting in that pussy.

I climbed onto the bed and slid inside of her. She tightly wrapped her folds around me, sealing my dick like muthafuckin’ shrink wrap. I swear there was no way any oxygen could get inside of that pussy, and there was no way I could slip my dick out. Shit, I was trying to pull back, but she had my shit sealed like a muthafucka.

“Gahdamn, Cinnamon. What you doing?”

“It’s my dick, Zae.”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah. You know that shit.”

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