Page 68 of All The Smoke
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned against her mouth. “Shit.”
“Cum with me, baby?” she panted, caressing the side of my face as she gazed into my eyes with her sexy ones. “Please.”
“Gotdamn,” I grunted, unable to handle her begging me to cum with her as I watched and felt her release. If her ass wasn’t already fucking pregnant, she most definitely would have been after that because I shot the club the fuck up.
After kissing her a few more minutes, I finally climbed off her and went into the ensuite bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean us up. I got myself together first then I went to do the same for her. I tossed both cloths into the basket before climbing back into bed with her.
“Babe, I left my food in your car earlier,” she said as she cuddled into me, her back to my front.
I moved her hair from her face and kissed her temple before chuckling and replying, “Yeah, I know, I took it in my crib and put the shit up.”
“Really? I want it so bad right now,” she whined. “You took all of my energy.”
“Yeah, I smoked before I came up here so a nigga got the munchies like a mothafucka for real. But I can’t lie baby, I’m not driving all the way across town to get our plates.”
She shoved me. “Smoke, I’m pregnant with your baby. You should be more than willing to go get me food.”
“I am, mama.” I laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I’m just not going to my crib. We can get on Munchies and order Redmond’s or some more shit, love, I just don’t feel like driving.”
“Okay, get your phone. Mine is all the way over there.” She pointed to her dresser.
Shit wasn’t far at all, but I figured she wanted to be nosy so I turned to grab mine from my bag next to her bed then gave it to her.
“Zero, one, two, six,” I said once she got my shit in her hands.
“Whose birthday?”
“Solo shit.”
She looked my way briefly and smiled. “Noted. Don’t try to change it later either because I’m going to remember it.”
“Aight.” I laughed. “Don’t shit be in my phone but business, Kaori.”
“Okay, I still will look sometimes.” She shrugged. “You can’t fuck me that good and think I’m not gon’ be a little crazy.”
Laughing, I repeated, “A little?”
“Your fault. Is Phat Fish okay? I want their tartar sauce.”
“That’s straight but get me a shrimp plate with all fries and two pieces of toast.”
“Their toast is so good,” she groaned, tapping around on the screen. “I think it’s the honey butter they use. I’m going to get me a piece too.”
“Just get a basket of toast then because it comes with four pieces,” I said. “But ain’t you getting a sandwich? You don’t need toast.”
“I’m going to eat some of your shrimp too.”
“Damn, big mama.”
“I can’t stay full,” she whined. “Plus, I need the energy because I hope we’re not done for the night.”
She smiled and straddled me, tossing my phone next to me and my hands instantly caressed her soft thighs as I smirked up at her.
“Not by a long shot, baby.”
We fooled around as we waited on the food, meaning I ate her good ass pussy as an appetizer until it finally arrived. We ended up eating and talking a little, then, as soon as she was done, she was on a nigga’s body until she tapped out a few hours later.
“Bruh, you shot out,”Scoot said and laughed as he rode passenger with me to my destination.
