Page 177 of Curvy Girl Summer

“Yes.” My answer came out in a short, hot burst.

“Is this body mine, Aaliyah?”

“Yes.”

“Is this pussy mine?” Ahmad asked.

The feeling of fullness felt so good that I almost forgot to answer him. “Yessssssssss,” I cried.

Our faces were close, and I felt a flurry of emotions. I clenched around him.

“Shit,” he growled. “You like that, huh? Say it. Say the words.”

“This pussy is yours.”

He somehow felt like he got bigger, wider, deeper. “I love hearing you say that.” His lips met mine and when he pulled away, he whispered, “You’re going to let me take care of it?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Tell me again,” he demanded, pulling almost all the way out and then working his way back in.

“This pussy is yours.”

The low, guttural groan he let out curled my toes.

I loved the feeling he gave me, and I loved watching his face twist in pleasure. My lips parted and a sound that was part moan, part cry, escaped.

My feelings for him combined with the yearning in my body, and I felt exposed—in the best way.

I didn’t try to hide it. I didn’t want to hide it. I wanted him to see me, all of me.

And he did.

I felt it, and I knew he felt it, too.

It wasn’t just his dick rubbing against my walls; it was his soul rubbing up against my soul.

With each stroke, I felt closer to him, connected with him. With each stroke, I felt like I was falling in love with him.

My heart thudded in my chest and knots coiled in my belly as the accidental thought entered my mind. His dick moved in and out of me with precision, holding the thought in place for a minute longer than necessary. Each time he bumped into my cervix, he tapped into something spiritual within me. He was making me think about a future with him. He was forcing me to fall for him. He was rushing me to orgasm.

Everything was moving fast.

As if something snapped inside both of us, he pushed my legs as far back as they could comfortably go, and he lifted my hips before he started ramming into me. To heighten my pleasure, he toyed with my aching clit, causing me to whimper.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he uttered so softly I had to read his lips. “I want to know everything you like so I can take care of this pussy. Because it’s mine.”

“Yes, yes, it’s yours. All yours,” I panted.

It was so hard not to come when the most distinct pleasure was pulsating through my body.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, baby. I want you to come for me. I want you to milk my dick as you get yours, baby. I want to feel you come. I want to see it and feel it. I want all of it. You good with that?”

His voice was low, gruff, sexy as hell.

I breathed heavily, unable to answer.

“You good with that, Aaliyah?” He brought his free hand to my nipple and pinched, causing a new sensation and a new wave of heat to course through my veins.

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