Page 8 of Loving a Libra
Tariq had always been a gentleman, and hearing him talk that way was surprising and made my pussy wet.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Once I get a taste of you, it’s a wrap for you and that nigga. I’ll give you some time to figure shit out, but when my tongue hits your clit, you’re mine. Do you understand?”
Shit! This was a side of Tariq I’d never seen, and I’d be damned if I didn’t love it. I kept my eyes on his as I nodded in response to his question.
“Nah, fuck that. I need to hear it.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
I wasn’t prepared for the pleasure Tariq provided with his tongue. From the moment it swiped across my lips, my body was in a frenzy. It was like every fantasy he’d had about eating my pussy, he brought to life on that couch. I screamed, begged, and pleaded with him, but every sound I made fell upon deaf ears.
No man’s tongue had ever made me climax three times, back-to-back-to-back. My juices shot from my pussy, making a mess on the couch and spraying his face like a fire hydrant. The experience was life-changing and left me limp and speechless.
He kissed his way up my body until he reached my mouth, slipping his tongue inside and forcing me to devour my essence. I moaned and inhaled, getting horny all over again from my scent.
I wasn’t sure how he did it, but I felt myself being lifted from the couch while our tongues continued to slow dance. It felt as if I was floating as he carried me across the room. I opened my eyes to darkness when my back hit another surface, assuming we were in his bedroom.
The bed dipped, and Tariq maneuvered between my legs. The moment the head of his dick pierced my entrance, I knewhe wasn’t wearing a condom, and nothing in me wanted to stop him.
“Oh my God!”
Based on the print his dick made in most of his pants, I knew Tariq was packing. His length and girth were more than Maurice’s, and I bit my bottom lip as he stretched me wide, and the tip of his dick penetrated my guts.
“You feel better than I thought possible. Tight, . . . wet, . . . deep, . . .mine!”
He growled the last word as he slowed his strokes. Whatever his dick was searching for in my womb, I was sure it would be found. Although my mind thought he couldn’t go any deeper, I opened my legs as wide as I could because my pussy had a mind of her own.
“That’s right! Gimme all that pussy. Drown my shit, baby. Let me get lost in it.”
This had to be the single most irresponsible act I’d ever committed in my thirty-five years of life, but regret was nowhere to be found.
This was wrong,but everything about it felt right. There would be consequences, but none of them mattered. They didn’t matter the first time I kissed her. They didn’t matter the first time my tongue licked her pussy. They didn’t matter when I shot my seeds deep into her womb as we climaxed simultaneously.
Our breathing was labored as I rolled over next to her and pulled her close to me. We lay in silence with shimmers of light coming from the moon around the perimeter of the shades. A thin layer of sweat covered our bodies, and Devyn must’ve felt a chill because she shivered.
“I should probably go before he gets home.”
“I meant what I said.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t your hormones talking?”
“I told you I was in love with you before I ate your pussy and shot up the club. What I said ain’t got shit to do with my hormones.”
“I can’t just break up with him and pop out with you.”
“Why not?”
“He’ll think I was cheating all along. I want him to think everything is cool.”
“I’ll let you handle it however you see fit, but don’t drag this shit out.”
“I won’t.”
“And don’t even think about fucking him again.”
