Page 152 of Curvy Girl Summer

“I’m not going to let you come until you tell me what I want to know,” he grunted. His fingertips moved over my flesh as he leaned forward. He pressed his mouth against my ear. “I know how bad you need to come, and I know you can feel how bad I want to make you come.” He gently bit down on my earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”

Afraid of saying too much, I shook my head. “No.” My voice was small and timid.

“Why are you so fucking stubborn?” Ahmad wondered softly as he slipped another inch inside me.

I didn’t recognize the mewling sound that came out of me. Rolling my hips, I tried to force him in deeper.

“Nah,” he denied me, smacking my ass and then rubbing the sore spot. “I need to know…”

“Please,” I begged.

He groaned, and I felt his big dick get bigger.

“I want to fill this pussy up so bad, but you’re not being honest with me.” He slid almost all the way out of me. Holding my hips steady, he prevented me from grinding on him. “Tell me what you want, Aaliyah. If you want to come on my dick, you’re going to have to be honest with me. Tell me what you want, Aaliyah.”

His words sent a chill down my spine, and I shivered.

“You,” I panted. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” he swore.

I felt his resolve weaken at my words.

“Say that shit again,” he growled in my ear.

“I want you.”

“Good.” He kissed the back of my neck and then stood up straight. “Now let me show you how bad I want you.”

He worked his way inside me. After every inch he pushed into me, he paused to let me adjust. The deeper he got, the more I disconnected from reality.

The only thing that existed was him.

The only thing I felt was pleasure.

The only thing I wanted was to come.

“Ahmad,” I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He let out a low, guttural noise and stopped moving. He ran his hands up to my breasts, pinching my nipples and then returning his hands to my ass. “You feel so fucking good.”

I shuddered as I gave in to the ecstasy of being stretched out and completely filled.

Grinding my hips against him, I worked myself up and down his shaft. The rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness, intensifying the moment for me.

With my palms flat against the door, I let my head dangle languidly. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tightenmy entire lower body. Everything he said, did, and touched was exactly what I needed when I needed it.

“Dammit, Aaliyah.” His voice was hoarse and needy. “Shit.”

“Yes, Ahmad. Right there. Right there.”

“Oh, shit,” he groaned softly, flexing his fingers against my hips and picking up the pace.

He slapped my ass as it bounced noisily against his thighs.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged in the throaty purr that seemed to do something to him. “Please.”

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.”

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