“You good?” she asked playfully with an innocent look in her eyes.
She thought shit was funny. Yeah, aight.
“Take ya clothes off and turn around,” Savio ordered.
While she did as he told her, Savio took off his shirt. When Cashmere turned around and arched her ass into the air, he damn near salivated. She had to have the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen. Without warning, he ran his thumb down the crack of her ass. She flinched but then quickly relaxed as he massaged her asshole. His tongue found her clit easily, and he wasted no time showing her what his mouth did.
“Fuck.” Cashmere moaned as she tried to reach back and grab his head.
Savio licked and sucked on her pussy so good, it only took her two minutes to cum and another thirty seconds to cum again.
After he got that second nut, he quickly grabbed a condom from his pants pocket on the floor and rolled it on before hefound Cashmere’s slippery entrance. The first stroke had his head gone. If he thought Cashmere had him wide open before, shit was really about to get real.
The way her ass rippled every time he stroked her sweet ass pussy made him harder by the second. He felt her pussy clench around him, and he bit his bottom lip as he listened to her moan and cum again. Her juices dropped from his dick. The sight had his core tightening again as he felt that familiar buildup.
“Shit, Cashmere.” He groaned as he released his seed into the condom.
While he was still inside her, he pulled her by the neck so she was up by his face, and he kissed her deeply.
When he pulled away, he said, “I don’t think you know what you just did, Precious.”
She smirked, still high from the orgasms he’d given her, but something told him that Cashmere knew exactly what she’d just done. She made him officially fall in love with her, and there was absolutely no letting up now.
A dull throbbetween Cashmere’s legs was the first thing she noticed when she woke up the next morning. An easy smile spread across her face as she recalled the night before. It had been too long since she’d been dicked down that good, and for the first time in probably forever, she woke up stress-free.
Slowly, she rolled over, which was hard with Savio’s heavy arm circled around her body. She smiled when she saw him already awake and looking at her.
“Morning, creep.” She giggled.
Savio grinned. “Mornin’, beautiful.” He kissed her cheek and then her forehead before he pulled her close so they could snuggle. Cashmere couldn’t remember the last time she had the chance to cuddle. Maybe when she and Ivoree were little and had to sleep under the same covers to keep warm. That thought almost brought a tear to her eye. It was at that moment she realized how deprived of love she had been her entire life. That never bothered her before because she was always on the grind,trying to survive. Something had changed in the last couple of months. “What’s wrong?”
Savio broke her from her thoughts, and she tilted her head to look at him. “Nothing.” She smiled sadly.
He squeezed her body. “Something.”
“How you know?” She giggled as he nuzzled into her. Cashmere had never met someone so affectionate.
“Because I observe you. I know you better than you think, Precious. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She sighed. “I like you.”
“That’s a problem?” He chuckled as he pulled back and looked down at her.
Cashmere played with the silk fabric of her comforter as she breathed in the faint smell of his cologne. “It’s not a problem. I’m just not used to liking someone.”
“I peeped that,” Savio said, and she could hear amusement dancing in his tone.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She shoved him playfully. She knew she wasn’t the most inviting woman, and that outside of Cassydie and Marcellus, she had no friends, but he didn’t have to do her like that.
“I’m just sayin’. You’re closed off. You don’t let people in. You don’t even like people as far as I can tell.”
Cashmere shrugged. “True. I think it’s because of my parents.”
“Care to elaborate?” Savio murmured before he kissed the top of her head.
She snuggled back into him, feeling completely relaxed as she thought about her parents. “They just weren’t good people. Crazy in the head and on drugs . . . It made me not like them. If I don’t even like my own parents, why would I like anyone else?”
“That’s a fucked-up thought process, baby. A lot of people grow up with shitty parents. Don’t mean you can’t like people.”
