Page 39 of Love me Like XO

“Ree,” his throaty tone called for my response, while his fingers now introduced themselves to the puddle threatening to escape the seat of my underwear. I don’t even remember taking my jeans off, let alone my shirt but here I lay naked and scorching.

“Hmm,” a moan escaped my lips as his thumb swiped across my other lips.

“Once I taste this motherfucker it belongs to me. No more of that I need space, or time to find me bullshit.” All the while he spoke, he played in my wetness. The waterpark section of the amusement park.

“Mhmm.” Words didn’t find themselves coming out of my mouth, because anticipation crushed them, and his skin against mine made me nearly mute.

With my legs now on his shoulders he dug in, removing his hand, to give his tongue all the access he needed, while that hand aided in holding me still. In place to be tortured by the pleasure of his tongue swiping and suctioning against my pulsating nub.

“Fffuck,” the first of many curse words escaped my lips as I buried my teeth in my bottom lip. “Yo-you gotta. Ssshit.” No sense was to be made of what came out. My brain was bliss fogged and couldn’t even think straight, let alone escape it. He had me locked in place while he slurped me senseless. Evenwhen my legs began to shake on both sides of him, and I started thrusting my pussy against his face he still didn’t let go. Not until I came so hard that the room around me began to spin and he was done cleaning up his mess.

Like the giant he was, he stood with an unreadable expression on his face, and peeled the black jeans from his frame.

“I asked you if you were ready, Ree.”

Even now I couldn’t respond because the room was spinning and so was my brain while I tried to catch my breath. He didn’t give a shit though. The weight at my opening threatening to break me in two told me that. Then his pushing me further up on the bed seconds before he used his massive hand as a shackle to keep my hands above my head while he used his other to grope my breast, before he eased it into his mouth. I swear I was fucked, the euphoric feeling that raced down my spine aided me in that realization. He had to be torturing me for all the moments we almost made it here, but I stopped. All the moments that should’ve happened.

With his lips still locked around my nipple, he reached between us using his dick to play in the pool between my legs, right as he took the plunge with no warning. The type of impaling, pleasureful plunge that has me arching my back into his body to lessen the feel of him breaking me in two. He had to be breaking me in two.

His lips finally found mine again as he purposely swallowed my moans, pushing in as far as he could go. So far that I’m sure this nigga was touching my cervix. He swallowed every moan that escaped my lips, every sound I made was pushed into him as he stabbed skillfully into my center. He was fucking me in a way I had never been, pouring into me like he didn’t want to waste anything.

Then he pulled back and looked at me for a moment, before the craziest statement escaped his lips, “I swear if you ever deny me, it’ll kill city blocks.” Then he plunged deeper this time, almost like he was trying to rearrange my fucking organs.

“You hear me?” he let my hands go so he could grip my sides and guide my movements.

“Ye..yess.” My nails immediately went to his back, gripping his skin for dear life as he picked up pace.

“Good. Now make this pussy cum for daddy,” he demanded seconds before my body began to shake uncontrollably. He had requested it and now my body was doing as he asked, as if it belonged to him.It did, didn’t it?

The wedding was beautiful,shit the most beautiful I had ever seen and most of all my father looked happy. He looked happier than he had ever been in years, and I loved that for him. I loved his happiness as of it was my own because I always wanted the people in my life to be at their best.

“That’s gonna fuck around and be us soon.” Malik’s voice tickled my ear before his hand found my side. Every touch from him gave me flashbacks of last night.

“How do you know you wanna marry me, Malik?” Marriage talk when we had just gotten together officially was crazy to me, but Malik was the type of man who knew what he wanted. He had energy, the type that could convince a bitch that the sky was purple on the sunniest of days.

“Because I do. When a nigga knows a nigga knows and not because I made yo’ ass tap into yo’ Spidey senses and climb the shower wall last night, but because I knew it from jump.”

I just looked at him, seeing that same look from last night. The one that had me up at four in the morning touching my toes while he plowed into me like a maniac. Thank God for implanted birth control, because after last night I would’ve been a stuffed potato. Neither of us reached for any sort of protection which made the sex nastier than nasty.

“What’s going on over here? Matter of fact I don’t even wanna know. Malik go over there with Zero and give me a minute with my sister,” Empress’s playful tone interrupted the moment threatening to explode with Malik and I. He was the type to give me that look, and we’d be in the washroom somewhere.

He chuckled, then kissed the side of my face before throwing his hands up in surrender for my sister.

“It’s all in your face, Ree.”

“What is?” I asked looking around a little before my eyes landed back on her.

“The fact that you fucked and sucked all night. You didn’t even react when Fiona coughed when the pastor asked if anybody wanted to object the union.” Empress laughed lightly.

I nodded. “If that bitch wants to be miserable, let her.”

“And how long have I been telling you this? You get some dick and now you hear me?” she shook her head, before sipping from her champaign flute.

“Girl. I thin?—”

“Y’all over here in the cut and your fucking sister is over there crying,” Irish’s voice stopped the rest of my statement.

I sucked my teeth, “Why?”

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