I whimpered back into his ear.
“Don’t try, just do it. Scratch me if you need to. Bite me where you want to. Do what you have to do to take this dick.”
Amir said nothing but a word because I dug my nails into his back, doing exactly what I needed to not move, only a sensation then started to start down there that scared me.
“Fuck, wait, I have to pee, I need to pee, let me get up.”
“Nah, that’s not pee.”
“But it is Amir, I feel it coming.”
He laughed through his nose.
“Then, push that shit out.”
He continued stroking my pussy. Harder and harder.
“Push that shit out.”
“Oh, okay!”
“Come on, push that shit!”
I felt my body start to jerk like I was having a fuckin heart attack and vibrated as warm juices sprayed out from my pussy, giving me the feeling of ecstasy I’d never felt in my life. My first instinct was to grab my pussy. Try and stop the flow, but Amir grabbed my hands, putting them back over my head as he kissed me deeply.
In my mind, I couldn’t comprehend right away the places this man just took my body. All I knew was that I wanted to go back there again and again. And as much as I can.
No wonder Dr. Rashid popped up over here. If I had a key, I would be waiting too. Shit, I didn’t even need a key, Amir had that wait at the doorstep dick.
Chapter 14
Amir
When my 5:00 am alarm went off, I had to pull my body from under Jasmine, who was knocked out completely with her head on my chest. During Ramadan, I set an alarm to get up and eat before Dawn so that I had enough energy to get through the rest of the day. I went into the kitchen, took out one of those TV dinners I'd smashed often, put it in the microwave, and sat at the bar.
I could still feel the stinging in my back from Jas digging the pain out of her body through my back. She talked a good game, but I can see that she’d never had dick in the places I put it before. I laughed to myself, though I felt bad for taking my frustrations and stress out on her. She seemed to like it, but I didn’t like that I did the complete opposite of what I wanted to do with her. All because I couldn’t handle the news I heard about Delilah.
Lupus was a scary thing. My father’s sister had lupus and actually died from that shit about five years back. I remember her being in so much pain that she would scream out, in the room that was placed just down the hallway from me. I never wanted to know of anyone else being in that kind of pain, especially someone I’ve built a bond with all these years. Delilahdidn’t deserve that shit, and I wish there were something I could do to help.
Beeping from the microwave is what got me out of the daze I was in, and I wasn’t sure how long it was dinging until I heard the bedroom door creaking open. I stood up to get my microwave dinner, and Jas came into the kitchen with one of my black throw blankets wrapped around her body.
“There you are. I wasn’t sure if you left me here alone or not.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t do that,” I said, opening the microwave and grabbing the food out.
“You want some? It’s spaghetti and meatballs.”
“I’m okay. Wait, I thought you could only eat once a day or something.”
“I can’t eat during certain times of the day. It’s called fasting. It starts from Dawn to sunset. So I try to eat a meal every morning at this time during Ramadan so that I don’t walk around here like a zombie with no energy during the day.”
“Interesting.” She said, taking a seat at my bar.
“I love that you take your religion seriously.”
“Yeah, it’s important to me, more than anything.”
I sat down next to her at the bar and started peeling the film off my dinner. I started to eat my food and quickly got up after taking a bite to get some water from the fridge.
