“Nah. I need you to cum again. Lay back.” I grabbed a pillow, slid it under her hips, and locked in. I devoured her pussy and her ass like I was starving all over again. Mouth wide open, tongue applying pressure, fingers pumping deep and steady, curved in that pussy just right. The second orgasm hit even harder.
She damn near folded up, pushing me away with no real strength behind it. “Ahmad, please…”
I finally pulled back, licking my lips. She shook her head as her whole body trembled, and I just played with that pussy. Fuck this shit. I needed to be inside her ASAP.
T h es e c o n dA h m a dscooped me up off that couch, I knew I was in for it. My head fell back a little from the rush, and my legs hung off his arm while my arms draped over his shoulders. My heart was thumping, and my body was still trembling from the way he’d just finished me. His mouth, his fingers, the way he talked to me the entire time like he owned it…whew. I was still feeling all of it.
“Grab the L,” he said against my neck, his voice rough, lips brushing my skin.
Passing the kitchen, I reached over to grab both liquor bottles before he turned and started towards my bedroom like he remembered exactly where it was. He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, then tossed me down onto the bed like he’d been waiting to do it all these weeks.
I bounced, breath caught, and placed the bottles on the nightstand. “I should throw your strong ass out for tossing me like that.” Ahmad pulled his hoodie and shit over his head and dropped it on the floor, exposing those sexy ass tattoos and muscles. Instantly, I shut up, and he nodded.
“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” My eyes stayed locked on him while he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, dick already poking the material of his boxer briefs. “Pass me that Remy,” he demanded, snatching me towards the edge of the bed and pulling my lace off.
I did, and he unscrewed the cap and poured the liquor straight onto my chest, no warning. The cold hit, making my whole body jerk, nipples tight, stomach tense. “Oh my… Ahmad!”
He just chuckled low, watching the golden liquid drip down between my breasts. Then, he dipped his head and licked the trail slowly, tongue dragging down the slope of my body until he was between my thighs again. He dove in like he was starving for another helping of pussy.
“Mmm… fuck!” I gasped, one leg twitching while my toes curled.
His tongue was already going crazy, circling, sucking, and flicking fast just to slow down again. Kissing my pussy as if he loved it. He knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how to do it. He held my thighs open with both hands like he didn’t trust me to stay still.
“Why yo’ pussy so fuckin’ good?” he muttered against me, lips still pressed to my center.
I couldn't even answer him, and, truthfully, I didn’t plan to. Shit, I couldn’t even think straight. All I could do was move my hips and enjoy the feeling of ecstasy as my hands clenched the sheets. He slid two fingers inside me, hooking them while his tongue stayed on my clit. It was intense pressure, and I was losing it.
“Ahmaddd… shhiiitttt… don’t… waaiittt…”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his voice raspy, mouth still doing damage. “Nut on my tongue.”
And I did. I let go right there, back arching as a loud moan ripped from my throat as I came so hard my eyes shut tight. My body jerked, my legs shook, and Ahmad just kept slurping like he needed every drop and nothing less.
He finally looked up at me, lips glistening, eyes low like he was high off me. “Take a shot.”
Panting, my eyebrows furrowed. “Huh?”
I watched as he reached over on the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of Patrón. “Open up them pretty lips,” he commanded, sounding sexy as hell, so his wish was my command. He poured the liquor in my mouth and smiled as I swallowed it, handling the burn well.
Shaking his head, Ahmad lowered himself and kissed my lips. “Get up,” he said, breathing hard. “Turn that pussy over.” With my legs feeling like jello, I moved slowly, turning over ontomy stomach. He leaned forward and whispered against the back of my neck, “I missed this good ass pussy.”
“I missed you too…”
He lifted me and placed a hand on my back, arching it perfectly. I felt him line himself up behind me, thick and warm pressing against me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from begging before he even started.
“Ahmad,” I breathed.
“Relax,” he said.
He slid in slowly, dick heavy and big, stretching me open inch by inch until I felt full in a way that made my toes curl against the mattress. I gasped. “Shit,” I whispered.
“That’s what you been waitin’ on?” he asked, voice rough near my ear.
“God, yes,” I admitted.
He pulled back almost all the way out and then pushed in deeper the second time, harder. My body rocked forward from the force of it, a sharp moan leaving my mouth before I could stop it.
“Say it again,” he said.
