Page 115 of He Don't Play About Me
I nodded my head as he slowly pumped his dick in and out of me.
He bit his lip as he looked at me. “You feel so good, baby. I’m glad I waited for you.”
He then pulled up, grabbed my legs, and held my ankles in one hand, diving deep in my pussy, making my back arch as I gripped the sheets.
“Open your eyes,” he said softly. “I want you to see me fuck you right.”
I stared at him—deep in his eyes as he took my foot, put my big toe in his mouth as he pushed deep in me.
I moaned louder.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
He kept going—deeper—harder—faster.
“I want you to scream my fuckin’ name, baby, you said it’s mine, show me,” he said with force and control.
As he flipped me over, I arched my back, and he gave me soft kisses down my spine as he slid his dick back in me.
“Throw it back, mamas, let me see that thang shake.”
I did as I was told. My nigga caught it every time I threw it back, gripping handfuls of my ass. He moaned. And it’s something about a nigga moaning that makes me drip—making me grip his dick.
“Damnnnn, baby,” he yelled out. “I’m finna nut!”
He moaned again; I kept throwing it. Love took his arm, wrapped it all the way around me, flipped me back on my back, and folded my legs up like a pretzel.
“I want you to take all this dick, mamas.”
I nodded my head as he pumped inside me, hitting my G spot, making my legs shake, trying to come out of the fold he had them in.
“Nahhh, baby girl, keep them right there. I want all that pussy.”
I screamed out as he fucked me, creaming all over his dick. With his free hand, Love grabbed my neck.
“Look at me while I nut.”
After 1, 2, 3 more thrusts, we both came together.
Love rolled off me, his arms stretched out across the bed, and I fell into his arm. He cuffed it around me, pulling me close to him.
He kissed my forehead softly, rubbing my thigh.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked as I looked up at him, nodding. “What is something you wanted from the last relationship that you didn’t get?”
I paused and sat up, wrapping the blanket around me, hearing a phone ring from the living room.
I cleared my throat, a lil’ nervous to even say. “I wanted marriage from him, kids, and a family home to grow in.”
He didn’t blink, didn’t set up, he didn’t do anything that showed that what I was asking for was a problem.
“I’ma give you that—all that and more,” he said with a tone that told me he wasn’t playin’.
I smiled; I couldn’t hide it.
Love sat up and kissed me slow and deep.
“I need my weed; I’ll be right back,” he said, getting out of bed.
