Page 34 of Harts & Hurts

“Mostly,” she admitted. “But I’m not sure that us trying to date is worth the trouble. I mean, look where it got Ashlynn and Fisher. Nowhere. These two families are just as far apart as they were before those two got together.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with us?” I rolled over on top of her and settled between her legs. “Let me and my pussy get acquainted for the first time, and we can talk about that family feud shit later.”

“Your coochie?”

I put both hands in the top of her waistband and pulled her panties down. I didn’t stop until I had them off her feet, and they landed somewhere on the floor after I tossed them. “Yeah, my pussy.” I came out of my underwear, letting my hard dick finally have the space and freedom he craved. I stroked him. “Can I have you, Anistyn?”

“The ba⁠—”

“Can I have you, Anistyn?” I repeated it more firmly.

“Yes.” She spread her legs.

I lined myself up with her center, rubbed the head of my dick around her opening a few times to get him covered with her juices, and slid in inch by inch. “You feel so damn good, Ani.” I didn’t fight the words, but I fought back the satisfied grunts that threatened to escape from my lips. I was fucking her raw, and it had been forever since I trusted a woman enough to fuck her without latex between us. Probably high school, when I was still naïve enough to take people at their words.

It was the feeling of Anistyn wrapped around me, her warm wetness submerging me enough to take my brain to dangerous places. It was enough to have me acting up behind her more than I already had. She was mine. “You fucked up,” I forced out from behind gritted teeth. “You’re mine now, baby.” I couldn’t even stomach the thought of somebody else experiencing the feel of her the way I was experiencing it. “You’re ’bout to make me a fucking crashout.” I wasn’t one to be vocal during sex. I never wanted any woman to get the idea that she meant more to me than she did. I never wanted words groaned and moaned during sex to sell any woman false dreams, so I typically kept my mouth shut. But Anistyn needed to know how I was coming behind her. She needed to understand that she was about to own me.

“Same,” she whimpered, and she sounded so damn good.

“Why you been keeping this good-ass pussy from me?” Shit. I was just saying anything. The way she had my blood boiling under my skin and the nut boiling in my balls was a new experience for me. Her pussy was the fucking promised land. It was wet, tight, gushy, and hotter than hell. I had just found my new favorite place on Earth.

I bucked my hips into her, sinking further into nirvana. She raised her shoulders from the bed, her mouth open, waiting with an unspoken request. I gave her my tongue, and she sucked it while I plunged into her repeatedly. Grabbing her braids, I pulled them roughly as I drove into her. That made her release the grip she had on my tongue to moan out my name like it was her own personal affirmation.

“Shit.” I hissed, sliding my hands under her ass, opening her wider. I went deeper in her, pulverizing a different spot inside her.

Anistyn panted, her breathing erratic and her wails growing louder. I wanted to remind her not to wake the baby, but at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to care enough. All I could think about was the way she had me chasing what felt like the biggest nut of my life. I also knew that she was close to catching her own orgasm. She drowned me in her creamy, sticky essence.

She lifted her right hand to my face, and I accepted her fingers into my mouth and sucked as I slammed into her with no mercy. Her whines and whimpers, coupled with the rhythmic cadence of the rocking bed, were like music to my ears. The bubble we were wrapped up in had me wanting to tie a ribbon around the world, hand it to Anistyn, and tell her it was hers. I pulled my strokes from floorboards while she dug the fingernails of the hand that wasn’t in my mouth into my shoulder blade.

“Griff!” She groaned, and I could tell by the fact that my dick felt submerged in a tight, warm bath that she was cumming. “Griff.”

I pounded her out for a few additional minutes before I pulled out of her and released the streams of nut on her stomach. I rolled to the side of her, on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

“What did we just do?” she questioned as she lay next to me, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

“I feel like we just let the top off of Pandora’s box.”

“Are we a . . . thing now?”

“There’s no way we’re not a thing after what you just gave me, Ani. We’re a thing. You’re my woman. I’m your man. Me, you, and Melrose are a family. This is us.”

“Damn, all this after one hit?” She patted the top of her pussy. “Good work, shorty. You’re black girl magic, for real.”

I laughed hard as hell. I laughed so hard that Melrose started to stir in her crib.

“Ssh!” Anistyn hissed. “Don’t wake my niece up while I’m full of cum.”

“Right.” I remembered that I’d nutted on her stomach, and I jumped up from the bed.

“And don’t let her see your dick swinging.” She thought I didn’t hear her when she whispered that, but I did. “I don’t want you to scare her.”

“I heard that.” I grinned all the way to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth for her to wipe her stomach with.

While Anistyn showered, I gave my niece her morning washup, moisturized her body, and dressed her in the outfit Anistyn laid out for her. When Anistyn was clean and dressed, we switched places. She took Melrose, and I headed to my bedroom to shower and get dressed myself.

Just as she had predicted, her period came a few days after we had sex for the first time. Honestly, it was the only thing that kept me up off her. Once she gave me the ass, I was all gas, no brakes with her.

I didn’t want her to feel like I only saw her as the object of my sexual satisfaction. I wanted her to know that I saw her, cherished her, and wanted her to feel valued. During my downtime at work, I made some calls and put something together to surprise her with.