She swallowed and nodded and his next couple of thrusts granted him low moans and harsh breaths between deep inhales to fill her lungs while he fucked her with the intention of making sure she couldn’t feel anything but him.
When his mouth was on hers again, she returned a kiss just as hard and greedy as he slammed her up and down his dick, encouraging him to fuck her more aggressively. She took him willingly, drenching his dick a little more each time he bottomed out while she rocked her hips against him, spreading them wider, encouraging her to take him deeper.
“This pussy didn’t stand a chance, Mari. But neither did I,” he said right before his teeth grazed her bottom lip that he bit down on with his next thrust.
“Right there, oh fuck, right there,” she moaned, dropping her head again and Asao tilted her hips higher to give her what she’d demanded. He didn’t let up and focused on the way she pulsed and tightened around him until every muscle in her body tensed. Her orgasm hit hard and strong and Asao kept a steady pace chasing his own.
He filled the condom seconds before the muscles in her body loosened and she went slack against him. He thrust as deeply as he could go and kissed her slowly while he moved to the stool and carefully positioned them on it.
Asao’s forehead connected to hers and he laughed again. The low rumble of his voice brought a smile to Samari’s face.
“I’m starting to feel offended because you keep laughing.”
His mouth brushed over hers. “I told you there isn’t shit else I can do but laugh at myself because I just got caught slipping. I’mnot coming up off you, Mari. Not even a little bit. I hope you can handle that.
Asao pulled back and his eyes met hers at the same time a smile curled her lips. “I can definitely handle it.”
“You’re really not goingto share with me?”
“Didn’t I tell you to order what you wanted?” Asao smirked, watching Samari while she eyed the last few bites of his chili cheese fries.
“I didn’t want to waste a whole order just because I wanted to taste them,” she pouted, licking queso off her fingers.
He finished the last of his fries and closed the containers that held the double cheese bacon burger he’d smashed before he even opened his fries.
“You must be an only child.” He smiled, crossed the room to dump his trash, then dropped back into the computer chair to play around with the two verses Samari had recorded.
“Why do you say that?”
“An only child doesn’t like to share.”
“That means your ass is an only child too.”
She grinned, arching a brow. “What makes you think I’m an only child? I was willing to share my food.”
“An only child feels like they can have whatever they want, because in their minds, everything belongs to them,” she stated with a hint of amusement.
When he glanced over his shoulder and his eyes dropped between her crossed legs, she felt her pussy pulse at the insinuation being made. She could still feel him. He’d fuckedher so hard and good. Samari came so many times that even the slightest shift of her body, delivered a reminder of how she would be his until the soreness was no longer there. She felt his thoughts claiming her and she wouldn’t dare say he was wrong.
He made her cum in the booth and twice more in the shower before they dressed and he let her go ham in his Munchies app, ordering food to replenish the energy he’d drained. She had tacos from Taco Express, which was more than enough food, but the minute he opened his chili cheese fries, her stomach was in knots craving them.
Samari smiled at the sound of her voice flowing around them until she got the second verse and Asao turned with his eyes on her. He remained quiet until she finished the chorus then pressed the button to stop the track.
“You gonna tell me what this song was about?”
Samari finished the last of her tacos and brushed her hands over her thighs. She kept her head down but couldn’t ignore the weight of Asao’s eyes on her while she busied herself collecting the empty food containers. She organized them, giving herself time to decide if she would hand over the truth.
“Mari, stop pretending you don’t hear me and let me get your pretty face.”
She blushed and her lips curled before she lifted her eyes. Asao’s were already locked on her face and the way he took her in made her cheeks blaze. She lifted the soda and hollowed her cheeks, finishing what was left then moving everything to the side before she crossed the room and stepped between his long legs.
When his arms lifted and folded behind his head and the intensity of his gaze locked on her, she worked past the anxiousness twisting in her stomach and pushed through the discomfort. She was well aware of what he wanted to know but elected to lighten the moment. Samari didn’t think she couldshare the details of that night with anyone. She had never spoken a word about how her trust had been betrayed and she wouldn’t do that now.
She climbed into his lap, dropping her legs wide over his, grateful that the computer chair that barely held his lengthy frame didn’t have arms on the side. She fit comfortably against his body and moved her hips so close that the heat between her thighs made contact with his stomach.
“After everything we did in that booth, I’m pretty sure you know what my song was about.”
She leaned close and brushed her mouth over his, hoping to distract him, but that hope died fast when he repeated her lyrics as if he were the one who’d written them.
