Page 176 of Curvy Girl Summer

Ahmad’s eyes were trained on my hand and the subtle movement of my fingers as he climbed on the bed.

My eyes closed in anticipation. I let my head sink deeper into the pillows, and I inhaled sharply. I could feel him staring at me as I played with myself. A moment of déjà vu gave me goose bumps as I flashed back to the fantasy I’d had weeks ago.

Remembering how hard I came then, combined with the reality of him watching me now, my teasing session turned into a real masturbation as I strummed my clit.

The thought of him filling me, stretching me, taking me the way he did the night before made me heady.

I moaned.

The second the sound escaped my lips, Ahmad was on top of me. Positioning himself between my legs, he parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me with a passion I’d never experienced before. My legs wrapped around him, pulling the fullness of his weight on top of me.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed my hips and repositioned me at a tilt, spreading me open wider.

I licked my lips when I felt him pressed against me. My body was practically begging for him, but seconds passed, and he hadn’t pushed his way in. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me.

“Aaliyah…” Ahmad rubbed his dick in my wetness before moving it over my throbbing clit.

Closing my eyes again, I exhaled roughly. Excitement rippled through me. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want.” The sexy grit in his tone gave me chills. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to stretch me out.” I rotated my hips. “I want you to make me come on your—oh, shit,” I cried out as I felt him push the tip in me.

“Look at me.”

I tried to focus on him, and as soon as I did, I felt myself become wetter. I watched him, sexy and determined as he took me in. Groaning, he ran his hands up and down my thighs as we staredat each other. His fingers dug into the meatiness of my legs as he set me in position.

“When I said that I want you, I didn’t just mean because you’re sexy as hell and your pussy is perfect,” he told me just as he gave me another inch of dick. “I mean… I do want your perfect pussy. I want your beautiful body. I want to watch you come over and over again. Can I have that? Can I have what I want?”

“Yes,” I panted, hoping my gyrations would give me more.

He put his hands on my hips and held me in place. “But I also want your conversation. I want your mind. I want your heart.” He gave me another inch. “Can I have that?”

My eyes started to roll back in sheer ecstasy. “Yessssssssssssssss.”

“So I’m going to ask you again… what do you want from me?”

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, hearing the genuineness in his tone, and feeling the earnestness in his touch, I was wide open for him. My body was still buzzing. My erogenous zones were on fire. My heart was beating wildly. A thin sheen of sweat was on my brow. But my soul felt peace.

“I want you,” I answered honestly. “I want all of you. I want to be with you.”

“That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear,” he growled. His voice was louder, clearer, and full of want.

My head tilted back, and I cried out again as he applied more pressure. “God, yes…”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that from you?” he uttered as his grip tightened on my hips. I could hear and feel his restraint as he gave me one more inch.

I let out a muffled grunt as I struggled to maintain eye contact. “No.”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks.” His voice broke sexily as he inched his way in. “God, you… are so… fucking… wet. This pussy… Fuck.” With each inch, he filled me, stretching me out deliciously. “I love how perfect your pussy is.”

I moaned in response.

He leaned forward, and his tongue played with mine. He brokethe kiss only to watch my reaction to his touch. I sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid from my hips to my aching nipples. He rocked into me, and a fresh wave of chills ran down my spine as we adjusted to the tight fit.

Staring into my eyes, he started slow stroking me at first. We both let out a strained moan as we settled into our groove. He leaned forward again, but this time, he kissed me softly.

Working himself as deep as he could go, he held the position. “Are you mine, Aaliyah?”

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