Page 37 of When Love Becomes A Need
“I’ve been craving to see what you tasted like.” He kissed the top of my bald mound.
He took one of my legs and lifted it over his shoulder. My eyes widened and a loud, hearty moan escaped my mouth when his tongue connected with my aching bud.
I instantly grabbed his shoulders as he hungrily devoured my pussy.
“Ahmad!” I yelled, already cumming.
He didn’t let up though.
“Grab my shoulders,” he demanded.
I stared down at him curiously but did what he said.
Suddenly I was in the air with my legs dangling over Ahmad’s shoulders. He held my thighs securely and continued eating my pussy.
I’ve never had my pussy eaten in the air. His long tongue attacked my pussy, moving in and out of my hole. Ahmad used one of his hands to rub on my clit with his thumb. He pulled my body closer to his face.
The orgasm in me built so intense that my head began to pound.
“Stop holding that shit back,” he mumbled against my pussy.
I gripped his dreads and tossed my head back. My stomach clenched and my mouth dropped open.
“Ahmaddddd!” I bellowed, releasing in his mouth. He held my legs tighter and pulled on my clit harder.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head until my body finally went numb. Good thing I was still against the wall because I was sure I would have fallen if not.
Ahmad turned around and my eyes snapped open.
He made his way to my bed, still with me on his shoulders. Slowly bending down, he laid me on the bed.
“I knew it was smart for me to wait for dessert.” I swallowed hard and blushed.
I was trying to regulate my breathing and he was causing it to speed up again.
Ahmad reached behind him and pulled his wallet out. He removed a gold wrapper and placed the wallet back into his pocket before removing his clothes.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I had to stop myself from drooling. Ahmad in clothes didn’t do him justice. His body was like a beautiful, sculpted art piece. The tattoos didn’t stop at his arms. His stomach and chest were covered too. Just like I imagined, his chest was inked to perfection. The v-cut leading down to his dick caused my eyes to follow it.
My breath caught staring at the beautiful piece of chocolate in front of me. His dick was long and thick but smooth. It had a small curve to it and was a shade lighter than his skin color.
Ahmad slid the condom on his dick after he opened it. Without thought, my legs spread as he made his way to my bed. He hovered over me and stared me in the eye.
“You’re trouble, Fatima. Do you know that?” He moved his dick up and down my pussy.
“No!” I confessed breathlessly.
“Well, now you do. Shit!” he groaned, pushing into me.
Gasping loudly, I gripped his back as his dick stretched my walls. “Just like I knew it would be. Wet, warm, and tight,” he grunted, connecting his lips with mine.
Slowly, we engaged in a passionate kiss as he started moving in and out of me. The dream I had about Ahmad didn’t do him justice. His dick was like kryptonite. My body instantly submitted to him.
He kissed down my mouth, biting on my chin before moving to my neck and nuzzling his face in it.
The effect of the wine had long gone, but now I was drunk off Ahmad.
My legs spread wider and Ahmad sunk deeper into me. I moaned softly, calling his name out.
