Page 150 of Curvy Girl Summer

My response only encouraged him as his tongue strategically toyed with me. When he sucked on my clit, I almost collapsed.

Moaning something into my pussy, he darted his tongue in and out of me before lavishing my clit again. Pleasure shot through my body, and I was already on the brink of losing control.

“Ahmad,” I exhaled sharply. I held his head right where I needed it. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right. There. Right. Fucking. There.”

His face was buried in me, and his fingers dug into my thick thighs.

When he swirled his tongue in a steady rhythm, I just knew I was about to come on his handsome face. He was going to send me over the edge in record time.

I was about to let him know that I was almost there, but he stopped and stood.

“I was so close,” I whined, opening my eyes.

“I’m going to take care of you.” He lowered his voice and brushed his lips against mine. “And you’re going to talk to me.”

“No, I’m—”

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

My entire body clenched.

The anticipation to have him fill me up was like nothing I’dever experienced. My heart pounded in my throat as I widened my stance. Using his middle finger, he massaged his way into me. Sliding in and out of my wetness, he curled his finger into my G-spot. I moaned loudly.

“I’m going to take care of you. I just need you to be quiet for me,” he started, his voice low. “Can you do that for me?”

He pulled his finger out and rubbed my clit.

“Yes,” I moaned loudly.

“Are you sure?” He slipped his finger back inside me. “The music isn’t as loud back here. You don’t want people to hear us, do you?”

His fingers were magic. I could barely concentrate on the words he was saying. “No,” I squeaked, squeezing his bicep as I maintained my balance.

Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he whispered my name as he applied pressure and rubbed me. My fingernails dragged across his T-shirt until I fisted the collar.

“Ahmad,” I gasped.

My breathing changed when I felt myself approaching the edge.

“You want me to make you come?” he asked as he toyed with me.

“Yes.” The word came out choppy as I tried and failed to regulate my breathing.

“That’s it. That’s all you needed. You needed me to take care of this pretty pussy. You needed me to make you come…”

“Oh, shit,” I panted before letting out an octave that I didn’t even realize I could hit.

“You like that right there, don’t you?” he teased lowly, pulling his fingers out of me and rubbing my juices over my sensitive clit. “You want me to let you come?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he growled as he dipped into me. I gyrated against his hand. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I exhaled. “Please don’t stop.”

“Then answer my question… Why did you ignore me?”

“Ahmad,” I groaned.

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