Page 26 of Suleem and Yahzi
I got her out of her clothes and stripped out of mine before we were under the steamy spray where I washed my baby from head to toe, washed the day off me, then sat on the bamboo bench with my dick standing at attention.
“Come sit on your shit, Yah, so I can make you cum and put your ass to bed.” I leaned back and spread my legs, offering an invitation for Yahzi to come sit on her throne.
I didn’t have to make the demand twice. She made her way to me, sank down on my dick, and groaned from the fullness. My hands cuffed her ass and squeezed while I dragged my tongue over her bottom lip and sucked it. While she lifted onto her toesover my lap, just enough to roll her hips, she climbed up my dick then sank down hard, rocking back and forth before she did that shit again.
Her grip was so tight and gushy it took a lot of effort to let her maintain control. The way she wound her hips in a circular motion, climbing up and down my dick and grinding rough and hard on my lap each time she landed, had my fingers pressing firmly into her ass to keep from taking over.
When she moved her hands up her stomach and palmed her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples, I smirked and dropped my head forward, sucking them one by one. I bit down hard then flicked my tongue over the tortured area to soothe the ache while she fucked me harder.
“I see you want this one to be a solo effort.”
She grinned and bounced more aggressively on my dick. I leaned back and watched her do her thing through hooded eyes, enjoying the sexy way she moved her hands over her body, wound her hips, then moved a hand between her thighs to tease her clit.
“Oh fuck…” She dropped her head back and them pretty ass lips parted while she arched her back and squeezed her thighs, forcing her pussy to clamp down on my dick.
“You better take it how you want it ’cause soon as you’re done, I’m taking over and I’m tearing your shit down.”
She rubbed her clit harder and began rocking back and forth when she came.
“Give me that shit, Yah. I want all of it.”
And she did. My baby’s pussy was pulsing and leaking while she bounced on my dick, trembling through her release. When she fell into my chest and dropped her head on my shoulder, I split her lips with my tongue before shoving it into her mouth, kissing roughly and sliding my hands under her cheeks, spreading them open at the same time I lifted her up my dick.When I brought her down, I jerked my hips up, meeting her halfway with a deep thrust.
“Shit, oh fuck…” Her hands moved to my shoulders to brace herself while I kept ramming my dick into her wetness. Her pussy gripped me in a vise grip me sucking my nut from me like it was hers to claim. Based on the cocky smile she delivered when she dropped her eyes to mine, she knew exactly what she was doing.
I eased my fingers through her hair, yanked her head back, and sucked on her neck while I sprayed that pussy with my seed. She kept bouncing on my dick until it was no longer pulsing against her walls.
We washed, got out, and dried off. Yahzi dressed in one of my T-shirts and put one of those wrap things on her head because I fucked up her hair. She climbed in bed while I put on some briefs and made sure the alarm was set and all the lights were out. Her tipsy ass was out before I could climb in bed with her. I wrapped my body around hers and chased that same peace.
Chapter 7
Yahzi
The next morning I woke up with my head pounding. Tequila was not my friend. I groaned, knowing my bladder was full but too cozy under the covers to want to leave them. When my alarm went off moments later ,I knew I didn’t have a choice. The reminder that I was supposed to get my hair braided slapped me in the face.
I was seconds from changing my mind but then I remembered getting fucked very thoroughly in the shower last night and how my hair was a damn mess. I groaned and threw the covers back, lifted my phone to shut off my alarm, and made my way to the bathroom to get ready.
Twenty minutes later I was dressed in leggings and an oversized V-neck tee I knotted at my hip. I paired my fit with Chucks. Suleem wasn’t in bed so I assumed he left early for the shop but was surprised to see him standing at the entrance to the balcony with only one side of the folding glass doors open.
He had a phone pressed to his ear and was dressed in a white tee and black sweats, black socks, and Kameron Tyler slides. His back was to me so I couldn’t see what he was doing but I smelled what he was smoking before I crossed the room and hugged him from behind.
Suleem lifted his arm and pulled me around his body and into his chest before he dropped a kiss to the top of my head. “Why you up so early?”
“Nah nigga not you, the fuck? I’m talking to my girl. Let me hit you back. Aight, bet.” He ended the call and dropped the phone into his pocket, pulled from the blunt, then pushed the smoke through his lips. The scent of what he was smoking blended with the sweet woodsy aroma of his cologne and brought a smile to my face.
“Where am I taking you?”
“You don’t have to take me anywhere. I have an appointment to get my hair braided. I’m gonna be there for like three hours. I can drive myself.”
He shook his head and blessed me with those hooded lids when his gaze was on my face. “I’ll take you. I’m chillin’ today and was gonna kick it with you. Who’s doing your hair?”
“Why? You worried about me sitting in the chair of some woman you fucked around with?”
He smiled sexily. “Nah, because even if that was the case, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to fuck your shit up. I just wanna know so I can figure out what my day looks like. I’ll find something to get into around that way while you’re getting your shit tight.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“For three hours?”
He nodded lazily. “I’m not trying to be driving all over the city, and if I come back to the crib, you’ll be hitting my line as soon as I sit my ass down talking about bring you a soda and a honeybun. You aren’t about to burn up all my gas today.”
