Page 93 of Mia

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled through his strokes.

“That pretty ass mouth is taking all this dick. You ready to swallow this nut, love?”

I nodded.

“Catch that for me. What did you tell me? Don’t waste a muthafucking drop.”

He stroked my mouth wildly. Just as he was about to erupt, he held my head in place, allowing every ounce of his cum to trickle down the back of my throat. When he pulled my mouth off him, I gasped. He yanked me up from the floor, crashing his lips into mine.

We kissed heavily as he unclasped my bra and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Lifting me, he wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered us to sit on the couch. Our mouths never stopped moving as he lifted my hips and slid me down onto his dick. We both moaned in pure satisfaction.

I rested my hands on the back of the couch and lifted my hips to ride him in a slow, methodical fashion. One of his hands gripped my thigh, while the other wrapped around my throat.

“I love you,” he said in low, gruff voice.

“I love you too.”

I moaned as he thrusted his hips to meet mine. My head dropped back, and my body relished in the feeling of him inside me. He latched onto my nipples, alternating between one, then the other. The harder he sucked them, the faster my hips rolled.

“Baby…” I whined. “You feel so good, shit!”

“’Cause you know this is your shit. You know that, right?”

“Yes!”

“And you know this is my pussy?”

“It’s yours, baby.”

He gripped my ass and bounced me harder. “All mine?”

“All yours, nobody else. Never anybody else. . . fuck!”

“Tell me your name, mamas.”

Mia! Mia fucking DeLuca!”

We were fucking like rabbits. Nothing but the sounds of our heavy panting and skin slapping together could be heard throughout the room. Our eyes locked and my lips parted as he slammed me down repeatedly. I couldn’t make a sound as my body began to convulse from the sheer pleasure he was putting it through.

“Cum for me,” he commanded.

She didn’t need my permission. She came for him with a force so powerful that it had me clinging to him for dear life as my orgasm ripped through me.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh, God!”

He released with a loud grunt, painting my walls with every inch of him. Our thrusts finally slowed until we were panting, chest to chest. He looked at me, and I looked at him. A smirk formed on his face.

“I told you I was getting some ass tonight,” he said.

I playfully slapped his chest. “Shut the fuck up. Just admit you have no self-control.”

“’Bout this pussy? Not a drop.”

We shared a laugh as he kissed my face. A knock at the door broke our private moment.

“I’m just gonna assume y’all are done in there,” Maceo said. “Pops wants to do a toast, so clean up and bring y’all’s nasty asses out here. By the way, y’all can’t say shit about me and Shar.”

“Sure the fuck can’t!” she chimed in.