Chapter 11
T h e s e c o n d A h m a d scooped me up off that couch, I knew I was in for it.
My head fell back a little from the rush, and my legs hung off his arm while my arms draped over his shoulders.
My heart was thumping, and my body was still trembling from the way he’d just finished me.
His mouth, his fingers, the way he talked to me the entire time like he owned it… whew. I was still feeling all of it.
“Grab the L,” he said against my neck, his voice rough, lips brushing my skin.
Passing the kitchen, I reached over to grab both liquor bottles before he turned and started towards my bedroom like he remembered exactly where it was. He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, then tossed me down onto the bed like he’d been waiting to do it all these weeks.
I bounced, breath caught, and placed the bottles on the nightstand. “I should throw your strong ass out for tossing me like that.” Ahmad pulled his hoodie and shit over his head and dropped it on the floor, exposing those sexy ass tattoos and muscles. Instantly, I shut up, and he nodded.
“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” My eyes stayed locked on him while he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, dick already poking the material of his boxer briefs. “Pass me that Remy,” he demanded, snatching me towards the edge of the bed and pulling my lace off.
I did, and he unscrewed the cap and poured the liquor straight onto my chest, no warning. The cold hit, making my whole body jerk, nipples tight, stomach tense. “Oh my… Ahmad!”
He just chuckled low, watching the golden liquid drip down between my breasts. Then, he dipped his head and licked the trail slowly, tongue dragging down the slope of my body until he was between my thighs again. He dove in like he was starving for another helping of pussy.
“Mmm… fuck!” I gasped, one leg twitching while my toes curled.
His tongue was already going crazy, circling, sucking, and flicking fast just to slow down again. Kissing my pussy as if he loved it. He knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how to do it. He held my thighs open with both hands like he didn’t trust me to stay still.
“Why yo’ pussy so fuckin’ good?” he muttered against me, lips still pressed to my center.
I couldn't even answer him, and, truthfully, I didn’t plan to.
Shit, I couldn’t even think straight. All I could do was move my hips and enjoy the feeling of ecstasy as my hands clenched the sheets.
He slid two fingers inside me, hooking them while his tongue stayed on my clit.
It was intense pressure, and I was losing it.
“Ahmaddd… shhiiitttt… don’t… waaiittt…”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his voice raspy, mouth still doing damage. “Nut on my tongue.”
And I did. I let go right there, back arching as a loud moan ripped from my throat as I came so hard my eyes shut tight. My body jerked, my legs shook, and Ahmad just kept slurping like he needed every drop and nothing less.
He finally looked up at me, lips glistening, eyes low like he was high off me. “Take a shot.”
Panting, my eyebrows furrowed. “Huh?”
I watched as he reached over on the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of Patrón. “Open up them pretty lips,” he commanded, sounding sexy as hell, so his wish was my command. He poured the liquor in my mouth and smiled as I swallowed it, handling the burn well.
Shaking his head, Ahmad lowered himself and kissed my lips. “Get up,” he said, breathing hard. “Turn that pussy over.” With my legs feeling like jello, I moved slowly, turning over onto my stomach. He leaned forward and whispered against the back of my neck, “I missed this good ass pussy.”
“I missed you too…”
He lifted me and placed a hand on my back, arching it perfectly. I felt him line himself up behind me, thick and warm pressing against me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from begging before he even started.
“Ahmad,” I breathed.
“Relax,” he said.
He slid in slowly, dick heavy and big, stretching me open inch by inch until I felt full in a way that made my toes curl against the mattress. I gasped. “Shit,” I whispered.
“That’s what you been waitin’ on?” he asked, voice rough near my ear.
“God, yes,” I admitted.
He pulled back almost all the way out and then pushed in deeper the second time, harder. My body rocked forward from the force of it, a sharp moan leaving my mouth before I could stop it.
“Say it again,” he said.
“I’ve been waiting on this dick,” I said, louder this time.
He gripped both my hips and started plunging into me in steady, heavy strokes that had the bed creaking under us. Each thrust landed so deeply that the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, wet and messy.
“Don’t run from it,” he told me when my body tried to move away from the intensity.
“I’m not running,” I shot back, pushing back against him instead.
“Fuck me like you really miss me.” Ahmad’s hand slid up to the back of my neck, not squeezing, just holding me steady while he angled himself deeper.
My mouth fell open again when he hit that spot inside me that made everything blur. “Right there,” I gasped. “Don’t move.”
He stayed right there and kept pounding into me, deeper and heavier, until my voice broke completely. I reached back blindly and grabbed at his arm, needing something to hold onto. “Fuck, Tae,” he groaned. “Pussy milkin’ me.”
I pushed back harder, meeting every thrust, refusing to lie there and be handled this time. If he was going to give me back shots, I was going to earn them. He smacked my ass once, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make my body jump.
“You love gettin’ fucked like a slut?” he asked, stroking the hell out of me.
Eyes rolling in the back of my head, I responded, “Yessss… fuck me like you hate me.”
He bent forward slightly, chest pressing against my back as he kept thrusting, his breath hot against my ear. “You so damn freaky,” he murmured. “I fuckin’ love that shit.” Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, the wetness sounded obscene. Messy as hell.
“Ooooh, fuuckkk!!! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cuumm… shiiitttt…”
“Good,” he said, pace picking up just enough to tip me over. “Cum on this mahfucka. Squirt for me.”
My body tightened around him, squeezing hard, and the orgasm hit fast and deep. My pussy muscle pushed his dick out, and I cried out, hips jerking, nails digging into the sheets while I squirted all over him.
“Damn,” he groaned, tapping his dick through the wetness before pushing back inside. His strokes got rougher now and more urgent. I could feel the shift in him. The way his breathing changed. The way his grip tightened.
“Aaahhmmaadddddd!!!!”
He slammed into me one last time, deep and solid, before pulling out. I could feel his warmth releasing on my ass. “Shit,” he grunted, body jerking wildly. “Fuck. Goddamn, Taelyn… fuck…”
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. The room was quiet except for our breathing. This had been worth the damn wait.