Page 22 of The Love Dealer

“Hmm…” Her mouth twisted to the side as she thought it over. “Sure. But I still get just as goofy when I smoke. Then, I’m going to talk a lot before I eat and go to sleep.”

“Good to know,” I said with a chuckle as I pulled my phone out to text my brother and tell him to come through with something for us. “I feel like a hypocrite. I was just telling Reka I don’t smoke and drink like that no more, now I’m about to light up with you.”

“Yeah, but this is a special occasion. When was the last time you smoked? And when was the last time you smoked withme?”

That was true. I hadn’t smoked in a good three months, but I drank when me and Reka went out.

“You’re very layered, and I love that about you,” I complimented. “I like how we can talk about street shit, and God, then cartoons. You’re fun and serious, but spiritual, and you got a side of you that isn’t to be fucked with. I love how feminine you are, but you can hang with the guys, too. You’re perfect for me, Bre. Absolutely perfect.”

“You make my pussy wet when you talk like that.”

“I’on believe you. Let me see.”

“In yo’ mama house?” she asked quietly, eyes twinkling as she smiled.

“She don’t have to know.”

Hell, back in the day, we got it in anytime and anywhere. We were fucking every day. At her place, my place, her dorm, outside, in cars, at the movie theater… we really didn’t give a fuck. I remember one time, we fucked at my aunt’s place, and we didn’t know my cousin was in the back until he texted me after we left. She was so embarrassed, but that was the moment that brought her into the fold with my cousins. She and Marco would joke around after that, and since he was close with LaLa, they started kicking it tough, too. At that point, she was around my family, even when I wasn’t. They were going to kick my ass if I didn’t take her around them soon.

“You know what, how about I have a little welcome home dinner for you here tomorrow evening? Nothing big, just my cousins that you fuck with. They gon’ trip if they know you’re here and I didn’t bring you around.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I miss Marco and LaLa. I’m cool with that. Katrina will want to come, too.”

“Good. But for now… I just want you and that wet pussy to myself.”

“I think you think I’m playing,” she said, standing directly in front of me.

I slouched down a bit more on the couch, watching her every move intently. Sabrina was so stacked, her ass poked out just as much in jeans as it did anything else she wore. She had to shimmy out of them, and that sight alone had me biting down on my bottom lip as my legs closed and opened slightly. Once she was down to just her pink bra and panty set, she straddled me, and I wasted no time rubbing and squeezing her ass before my hands went to her titties.

As we kissed, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I wasn’t going to push them down, but thoughts of how wet her pussy got had me pushing them down slightly. She pulled my dick out of my boxers and rocked her pussy up and down my shaft.

“Damn,” I mumbled as her slick juices coated my shit. “This pussy is soaking wet already.”

“Mhm,” she moaned quietly. “I’ve been wanting you inside of me all day.”

“Don’t wait another second, then.”

At the sound of that, she slid down my dick and we both fought back moans. Our eyes remained locked as she started a slow, soft ride. I liked hard, rough sex, but that slow shit was a nigga’s weakness. It made me feel her all over me. She looked in my eyes, breathing growing choppy.

Needing a distraction, I started licking and sucking her nipples. Her back arched and she whimpered. Strokes hardening slightly, all that could be heard in the room was the sound of her ass smacking against me and her cum getting louder and thicker.

My toes curled as I tightened my body underneath her. I knew this would be a quickie, but I couldn’t nut until she did. Her pussy felt so good, I never wanted it to end. It was so warm and wet. So fuckingtight.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I’m about to cum, baby.”

I moaned and gripped her waist tighter, trying to prepare for her movements. When she was about to cum while riding, she went harder and sped up. If I wasn’t careful, she’d pull my nut right out of me.

“Shit, Bre,” I moaned before inhaling a shaky breath.

As she came, I massaged her ass as my body quaked. I was trying to hold it, but I couldn’t. Between her walls locking me in with an even tighter grip and her pussy gushing, I was a goner. We held each other close as we came together, and when we were done, we kissed. I tried to get up and get some towels to clean us up, but she wouldn’t let me. My dick stayed inside her as we held each other chest to chest, and before I knew it, we fell asleep.

nine

Bre

I was sohappy at the start of the day, but as it wound down, I grew sad. This morning, I went to church with my family, then I had brunch with Katrina and a few of my old friends. After that, I went to Zo’s hotel room so we could nap together before the dinner he wanted to have for me at his mom’s place.

The dinner was a blast. It felt like the old holidays I spent with his family. There was nothing but good vibes all around the house. Surprisingly, Reka pulled up, but they ended up arguing outside and he wouldn’t let her come in. I think her feelings were a little hurt that he didn’t take the bait of her mini social media sex tape. If I knew anything about broken hearts, it was how easily you could settle for hate if you could no longer have a person’s love.

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