I pulled back from him, laughing. “Ask me! I’m ready.”
He laughed. “Oh, you ready, huh? We finna see… Will you marry me, Islah?”
I nodded. “Of course I’ma marry you!”
“That’s what the fuck I like to hear!” Love yelled out.
Love sat down in his chair and took a sip from his cup.
“You don’t know how you had a nigga stressing.”
I shook my head. I felt bad that he was stressed. I went and sat on his lap
“I didn’t want to stress you out?—”
“I want you to talk to me,” he said, cutting me off. “Good or bad, I don’t give a fuck what it is. I know that nigga tried to fuck you up mentally, and if you had let me, I would have been there for you any way you needed me to. Let’s make a deal right now to never shut down on each other.”
“Deal, I never want to get to that place again, but my girls helped me release him.”
He nodded. “Good, and I’ma make sure you don’t get to that place again.”
I leaned over and kissed him. No matter what, that nigga had my back, and that shit was so damn sexy.
Love kissed me, and I could feel his dick poking through his sweatpants. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, turning around in his chair with my legs on either side of him. He stood up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Without any other words, Love laid me on his couch, lifted my dress, pulled my panties to the side, pulled his dick out, and slid deep in me, making my back arch instantly and me moan out.
“Damn, mamas, calm down. It’s customers out there.”
We both laughed, and Love gave me every inch of his dick, watching to see if I could be quiet with each stroke.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, mamas,” Love said softly.
I cuffed the back of his head, bringing him closer to me for a kiss.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I said softly.
“You all mine?” he asked. I nodded, caught between moaning and yelling out his name.
Love then picked me up and placed me on his desk. He pulled me close to him, and my eyes rolled back. His curved dick hit my spot and was throbbing.
He smiled at me. “You feel all that?”
I nodded.
“You my good girl?”
I nodded again.
“I want you to come all over my dick like the good girl you are.”
Love fucked me deep and hard, not letting up when I softly yelled out his name. He just smiled at me with each and every stroke.
“You my wife?”
I smiled, biting my bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your wife.”
Love’s hand gripped my neck, making me look at him.
