Inch.
OF.
ME.
I wasn’t being easy either. Mamas needed to remember who I was, and who she belonged to.
“Mmm…Love,” she moaned out.
I love hearing my name coming from her like that.
“Don’t stop that shit,” I said as I pumped my dick in and out of her.
I wanted Islah to scream my name louder and louder. And she did as I asked.
Islah reached up, gripped my chain softly, and pulled me down on top of her.
She kissed me, and I kissed her, as I kept giving her long, deep strokes, but I had to pull back for a second and look at her.
“You okay?” she asked me.
“Yeah, just trying not to give you a baby.”
Islah gave me a soft smile.
“Go for it, Daddy…”
Shiitt…. That was all a nigga needed to hear.
I leaned back up, took Islah’s legs and put them straight in the air, holding them up by her ankles as I gave her all of me.
“You sure about this, mamas?”
She nodded, trying to catch her breath to speak.
“Ye—yes, daddy, I want it,” she finally let out.
I smiled. The way she sounded moaning my fucking name was enough for me to cum deep in her.
And I did.
I pulled my dick outta her and tried to catch my breath when Islah sat up and swallowed my man without me asking, but she took my fucking soul, making me crash beside her on the bed.
She laughed at me, wiped the sweat off my forehead, then laid the blanket on top of me before she cuddled beside me.
I draped my arms around her waist, looking up at the ceiling. When I felt her eyes on me, I looked down at her.
“Yes, my love?” I asked her.
She blushed. “Nothing, baby. I just love you.”
I smiled. “You know I love you. And now you got a lil’ Love in you.”
Chapter 13
Feelin’ Myself
It took me the rest of the week, but I finally picked a house and sent the picture of it to Love while I was at work. He texted me back instantly, telling me he was getting right on it.
