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“You got it.” Sadik patted his chest, an act of allegiance before resuming his seat.
Then Jas’ head cocked to the side. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
My eyes skated over to Ava, who smiled mildly, and I answered, “You’ve knocked me up. I guess a talk would be harmless in comparison.”
Ava’s eyes dashed away, flute dipping to her pelvis. She was uncomfortable and I was satisfied.
“I’ll be right back, Ava,” Jas bade.
“Oh!” she murmured. “Sure!”
He took me at the hand, an odd gesture. “Where can we have privacy?”
I knew just the place.
He closed the door to the bedroom on the second level of the pool house. The room had been vacant for years. It was only occupied during the summer when my parents hired a grounds guy to maintain the pool and the property surrounding it. That ended when I left forBlakewood State University.
Jas took a deep breath, releasing the button of his jacket. “Look, Ashira.” His head swung left to right with his eyes to the carpeted floor. “Well, first of all, thanks for letting me drive you here today. I appreciate having some alone time with you outside of the doctor’s visits.”
“You may want to cut to the chase,” I warned. “We have over two hundred guests beneath us.”
He nodded humbly, still not able to look me in the eye. The struggle in his posture lit the flame of my sizzling libido. Relishing inhisdiscomfort, too, before he could speak again, I rushed him against the wall, head in lead, torso behind and kissed him ferociously. Jas’ big hot hands shot up to cup my face and he moaned from his nostrils like a wailing dog. His tongue was smooth, tasting like promises. My movements were aggressive, Jas’ was predictably hungry.For me. My hands rushed down his body and beneath my distended belly, finding his mildly awakened cock against his thigh. I stroked it, squeezing beneath the bulbous head the way he liked.
I reached for the waist of his pants, unhooking the sewn-in clip.
He pulled away from my mouth and breathed, “Shira,” pleadingly. “We can’t…”
I unfastened then kicked off my heels, using his body as an anchor. Then I slowly took to my haunches with my new risky weight in mind. I tugged down his pants and boxers, inhaling the virile scent of him. Natural male musk with hints of his cologne, my pheromones were on fire.
“Gutdamn,” he grunted when I pulled him by the thick columnar root, bringing his raging bulbous head into my mouth.
Now, fully erect, his heavy balls were huge and teasingly hanging so I grabbed them too, stroking softly with my palm, fingers, and thumb. The tips of my coffin-shaped nails catching against his stiff sac occasionally. I could suck this man bone dry and rival his satisfaction. Jas knew this as he palmed me at the back of my head, thrusting into my mouth while gazing down on me through slitted eyes. That quickly, we’d fallen into our roles of rabid lovers.
Those O.B. visits were the only occasions we engaged in verbal conversations since discovering my pregnancy. However, two to four times a month, Jas and I found ourselves wrapped in a fury of passion, making love long and hard in the night. It was an unspoken agreement, bound by unresolved emotions, including the resentment I’d still held in my heart for the barrier he kept high with me.
I tried to moan when his swollen head bobbed into the back of my throat. It meant his hot cum was soon to follow in a more spectacular fashion. That was until he leaned over and hooked me at the shoulders, urging me to my feet.
“The lower belly cramping,” he whispered hoarsely, remembering my most recent complaint to the doctor last week.
Then Jas tossed his chin toward the full-sized bed in all his b-boy flare. I understood and lead the away, offering him a seat.
Standing over him, I gathered my dress in my hands. “I can’t reach my panties,” I was breathless and wanting.
Jas reached up and pulled the lace material over my hips and down my legs. After placing them on the bed, I anchored myself by his shoulders and shuffled onto his lap, standing on my knees, clutching him.
“Help me,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “Please.”
His tongue flipped out and traced the lining of my overflowing bosom in the dress. My body began to tremble, aching with renewed desire. The walls of my sex flexed deliciously, heart beat loudly in anticipation of him.
The moment I felt his smooth fat head at the flexing lips of my sex, I greedily began to sink down onto him, clenching at each effort to swallow him whole.
He lay his forehead against me. “Fuck… You’re so wet,” rumbled lowly from his chest. His head shook. “I miss you so much.” Jas had never been a talkative lover, typically silent in his doling of pleasure.
My chest expanded at that rare admittance of his feelings for me. With shaky hands, I reached for his face and kissed him again, tongue rolling over his as my sex stretched to let him in deep. My lung seized at the pressure between us. Holding onto my hips, Jas flexed upward and forced me to sink down further onto him. I swear, it felt like the man had grown inches since our last touch.
Holding my breath, I plunged down through rippling pleasure until my ass smacked his thighs and the head of his cock reached the end of me. My body vibrated from the pain and pleasure balance, arms secreting with sweat, and my groin churning over.
I tossed my head back, pulling in a needed breath, rocking my hips and squeezing my thighs around him. Jas reclined backward, surrendering to the pace I set. It gradually grew, steady with the smooth penetration. When I plunged down onto him again, Jas’ chest heaved visibly as he watched me. It was invigorating, pausing my mixed emotions for him and taking pleasure from his incredible body.
