Page 27 of Made to Love Ya

“I’m so damn sure that I need this more than I need my next breath.”

Izael moved back up to me and kissed my lips. He moved the hair back from my forehead and stared into my eyes.

“Talia.”

“Yes?”

“Like I said before, what we’re about to do… ain’t no going back. I need you to consider this carefully.”

“I want you, Zae.”

“Not just for the moment because you had a rough night. If that’s what you want, I can give you that.”

“No. I want more from you, Zae. I want all of you.”

“You know everyone won’t be happy about this, especially Tahj.”

“I don’t live my life for him. I want this. I want us. I don’t care if the world wants to fight me on it. As long as you want me, too, that’s all I care about.”

He lowered his gaze to where our skin met and then looked me in the eyes again. He kissed my forehead, my nose, and then my lips before he declared, “I’ll fight for you, Talia. You’re worth fighting for. I love you, girl.”

My heart damn near beat out of my chest. Before I could respond, Izael pushed my legs up onto the bed and spread them out flat.

“Tell me you want me to go downtown, baby.”

“Go downtown, Zae. Please don’t come back. Build a damn loft apartment down there and chill in that bitch if you have to,” I cried out as he sucked my pussy lips.

“Shiiiiddd!” I screamed and arched my back up from the bed.

He pulsed that tongue inside of my pussy, and I ripped the sheets from the bed. His brown, tattooed arms slid underneath my legs and lifted them until my ass was exposed as well. I watched in shock and awe as he went further south.

“Damn, Zae. I said downtown. You’re going straight to the hood,” I whimpered as he pressed his tongue into my ass.

He pulled back and spanked my ass. “Turn over onto your belly so I can eat it right.”

I flipped over so fast, like a fish out of water, pushed up onto my knees, and arched my ass. He slid underneath me and sucked my pussy a little longer before he came back up and pressed his tongue into my ass.

My heart exploded because all of this was too good to be true. I kept flexing my fingers to see if I would wake up, but the pleasure kept going and wouldn’t stop. Izael’s fingers pleasured my pussy, and with his tongue and lips, he indulged in my ass until I trembled all over.

With my face buried in the mattress, my head thrashed back and forth because the pleasure was so intense I could barely breathe. My arms and legs were tight with tension, but Izael refused to stop until I came. When I turned over onto my back, he had just removed his T-shirt and was removing his basketball shorts.

“You think you want me, ma?”

I bobbed my head and licked my lips. “Yes. I want to taste you too.”

“Not like that. Not yet, Cinnamon.”

Disappointment filled me. “Why not?”

“That’ll come in time,” he declared, reading my expression easily.

Happiness filled me with those words because that meant there would be more than just tonight. Izael had indents in the sides of his ass right where his hips and ass met. His powerful legs sported tattoos, and so did his inner thighs. Damn. I knew he was tatted up, but he was tatted almost from head to toe.

He grabbed a condom, covered himself, and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. He pushed one leg back as far as it would go and spread the other one out wide. Although I was flexible, I could not recall ever having one leg pushed back so far.

When Izael slid inside of me, tears fell again. This man was making all my dreams come true. I had dreamed of kissing him, dreamed of having sex with him, and even fantasized about him eating me out, but I had never dreamed about him eating my ass. Hell, I didn’t think any of those things would come true, let alone all of them.

All of that paled in comparison to him telling me that he loved me. Had he meant it? Or was he just overcome with the emotion of the moment? That had to be it. But then again, maybe he meant it the way he’d said it throughout the years because I was like family to him. Yet, nothing he did to my body was family-like—at all.

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