36 /EMANI
“Baby.”Emani’s giggle was infectious. “Derrick is about to be here with your stuff.”
“He can wait,” Jahlil grumbled, pinning her hands above her head and nipping at her lips. “I’m about to leave for a week and a half, I need a little hit.”
“There’s no such thing as a little hit. You want more and more-” Emani’s sarcastic comment turned into a salacious gasp that fused into a harmonic moan. “Ohhh shiittt.”
Jahlil stuttered in her ear after thrusting into her depths. Emani’s pussy gripped his dick covering him with her heat. “And more and more and more. That’s right and you know that shit, Rose. Got me wanting to live inside your skin.”
Emani bit and swiped her tongue over his lips. “I-I mmm. I know. I do too. Ssss.”
“Open up for me, Rose, let me in.”
She nipped his chin, spreading her legs open and around his shoulders. “Dive in, baby.”
Emani watched as Jahlil leaned in, letting go of her wrists and wrapping his arms around her legs. Pump for powerful pump, he pushed her body closer to the headboard.
“Yes, Savage, yes,” she groaned, gripping the sheets for something to cling to. “Fucckkkk yessss.”
“You so damn beautiful, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whimpered. The grind of her hips and pulsating of her walls were threatening to end their romp prematurely. “You trying to test me?”
“Uh uh,” Emani groaned.
Jahlil pulled out and dropped to his back, grabbing Emani in the process and placing her on his face. “Ride this shit, Rose.”
She smothered him, not giving a damn whether or not he could breathe. Thighs tightened around his head, yoni rocking over his face prompted Jahlil to smack and jiggle her cheeks while he gave her a tongue lashing. Giving him the show she needed to play on his mind the nights he was away from her, Emani turned around. The view of her pretty round ass on his face made his lips turn into a smile against her center.
His dick in her mouth, she took control, doing exactly what he claimed she wasn’t doing moments prior. Playing with him. Emani sucked, bobbed, and spit while Jahlil sucked, kissed and slurped. Pleasure flowed through their beings. Emani unglued herself from him to crawl down his body to ride him reverse cowgirl. Her wet hands pressed against her knees as she rolled her hips and bounced.
Jahlil’s hands gripped her hips and groaned with every bounce and squeeze. Seductively, Emani looked over her shoulder, nipping her lip. “Go ahead, baby, make this pussy cream.”
“Got dammit, E,” he gritted, losing all control of himself.
“Do it,” she moaned. “Watch it cover this pretty dick, Daddy.”
She bounced and double squeezed, watching his toes curl. His hold on her hips tightened as he slammed her down on him. Every slam, he shot his load inside of her. Emani’s hands pressed against his legs and she slow grinded against him so she could watch the slow ooze of their love on his length.
“Dammit, Emani,” he groaned, spent.
“Say it,” she encouraged.
“Best fuckin’ pussy.”
She giggled and moaned. “I know. And it’s yours. Bring us home those wins.”
“I’ll bring you whatever you want,” he panted, lazily smacking her ass. “Whatever you want.”
After they were cleaned and put back together, Emani sat on the couch, curled up watching Derrick and the new stylist she’d hired for Jahlil pull looks off the rack.
“I can appreciate that you didn’t fuck your hair up until after the game,” Derrick muttered, leaning behind her.
Emani lazily laughed. “You weren’t going to cuss me out.”
“I’m very happy you listen. Shit, big daddy make you listen huh?” Derrick joked.
“Maybe,” Emani crooned. “But since you’re here, you want to fix this before my session tonight?”
“Session?” Derrick asked, clutching his imaginary pearls before hopping over the back of the couch to sit behind her. “Tea. Give me. The label pulled you off the shelf?”
