Page 40 of Made to Love Ya

“A’ight then. Ain’t no other bitch getting that shit but you. Now, quit talking stupid shit that Celina let fly out of her mouth and let me beat this pussy up.”

“Beat it up, baby.”

I pulled back, spread her legs back toward her head, and fucked the shit out of ma. She felt good as hell—wet, slick, and hot. I fucked her so hard that her titties slapped her in the face repeatedly.

I pulled her ankles together and held them with one hand while I grabbed the lube and dildo I had hidden under her pillow. I slowed down my movements, allowing her legs to rest on either side of my shoulders while I applied lube to her ass and then to the dildo.

I grabbed her legs again, held them up with one hand in the air, and slid inside of her. I used my other hand to slip the dildo inside of her ass. I fucked Talia good until she squeezed all around me and pinched her nipples so hard they turned red.

She hollered. She cried. She promised never to doubt me again. And finally, she screamed, “Oh, God. I love you, Zae. I love you so much, Izael Amir Ellis. You’re my dream come true.”

And with those words, her little ass skeeted all over the place. Talia rested her hands on her chest. She huffed and puffed out of breath and tried to level out her breathing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I know what’s wrong with you.”

“What?”

“You fucking with an educated nigga.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Talia asked and turned on her side. She propped her elbow up and rested her head in her hands while I lay on my back beside her. I turned my head and stared into her beautiful light brown eyes, and my heart fucking exploded.

How could I love a girl so deeply who I’d known almost all my life, a girl I had no business with? I wasn’t sure. I just knew I needed her more than my next breath.

“I’m a nigga who’s got a PhD in fucking, and I graduated summa cum laude in the art of eating pussy, ma.”

She licked her lips and laughed.

“I would clown your ass for that corny shit. Only I know that it’s true,” Talia stated and slapped me on the chest.

“You damn straight.”

“I’d better be the only one you’re eating and fucking.”

“You are, baby. You can bet on that shit. My life ain’t nothing like it used to be.”

“How did it used to be?”

“All the honeys were ordering me up like Subway. They all wanted a footlong.”

“I can’t stand your ass, Zae! You’re stupid!” Talia cracked up laughing so hard.

I pulled her into my arms. “You know you love this nigga.”

“And do,” she replied sweetly before kissing me deeply. “I don’t want you to leave, Zae.”

Talia grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. She turned them sideways and back again, staring at our entwined hands as though they held some elusive mystery.

“I don’t want to leave either, baby, but don’t you think you’ll want your space back soon?”

“No. I enjoy having you here.”

“And what about your girl time?”

“I go out with the girls when I want to. You don’t interfere with that. But it feels good coming home to you too.”

I kissed her lips. “God knows I love coming here to you.”

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