Page 51 of Be My Summer

“Mm.”

I entered her. We both released satisfying groans. I was home.

Summer’s body was still reeling. She contracted against me.

Too fucking good. Shit.

“Yesssss.”

Slowly, I began to paint my name across her walls. The tightness of her pussy kept me grounded, pulling me deeper and deeper. Disbelief led me to attempt the capturing of our visuals.

Her against me.

Me against her.

Stroking her gently and intensely and perfectly and precisely.

Fucking fool.

My mistake was apparent. I regretted it the second I witnessed the evidence of her pleasure coating my dick like white walls.

“Goddamn, baby.”

I wouldn’t last long. Summer was too good. Too gushy. Too gratifying.

“Saullllll.”

Don’t do that.

Don’t do that, baby.

I peered at her from above. Her eyes were on me, pulling me deeper into the trance I was already confined to.

“Mmm,” I moaned, fighting a losing battle.

The sound of her wetness was daunting. I closed my eyes, squeezing my lids tightly as I tried holding onto my composure. It was useless.

Summer didn’t play fair.

Neither did her pussy.

It was superior.

My load rushed through my shaft as I opened my eyes, watching my dick disappear in her natural lubrication. The sight was addictive. So was the pussy I was diving into.

My limbs stiffened as my semen wet her walls like the sprinkler system in the gardens. I planted seeds, hoping one day they’d grow into beautiful Black children with heads full of curls and coils that took hours to tame.

“Urgggh, fu–ck.”

CHAPTER NINE

I stood on the porch of Summer’s home, fist pounding against the door. I made a mental note to grab batteries for the doorbell. I’d promised her father I would, but had forgotten on the way over.

Knock.

Knock.

“Su– Sums!”