Page 99 of Full Court Press

My eyes misted knowing that even with him being angry with me, he still thought of me. How that fake fiancée let this ride was beyond me.

“I’m going to have a wardrobe team come and fill your side of the closet tomorrow.”

I spun around to see Khalil leaning against the doorframe, watching me.

“She knew about this?” I asked, pointing to my name light.

He shook his head. “I put it up after she left.”

“She had her clothes in here?”

“She didn’t live here. Whatever she brought, she kept it in the drawer or took it back with her.”

“I want to beat her up,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully but dead serious.

“No need, baby. She’s done for.” He moved inside the closet and lifted me on the counter. “Why you still got this fucking dress on, Pipe? What I tell you to do?” He bit my neck then sucked. A moan filtered from my lips as my eyes closed.

“I was going to get ready, but I went exploring.”

“Nosy ass.” He slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply before picking me up and carrying me out of the closet, into the huge bathroom.

He set me on my feet then slipped his shirt over his head. “Take that shit off.”

I did as I was told while he walked over to the shower, hitting the setting control, then waved me over.

“Get in.”

I stepped inside while he removed the rest of his clothing. Once he got inside, no words were spoken as he lifted me above his head, and I wrapped my legs around his shoulders.

“Grab that bar above your head, mamas.” I did. “Now hold on tight and ride.” His long, thick tongue traveled up my slit, and my head fell back in ecstasy.

“Shit, baby!”

He slapped my ass. “Ride,” he demanded. My hips swirled, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he held me by my ass and ate me like he was about to die of world hunger. I looked down at him. The way his eyes were closed as if he was enjoying every drop of me with water dripping down on us both was a beautiful and euphoric sight to see.

“Mmm, fuck, Khalil!” I moaned. “Just like that, baby.”

“Mmmm,” he groaned, squeezing my ass and pushing his face and tongue deeper inside of me.

The tingle started at my toes then rapidly made its way up my thighs to my clit. My toes curled, head fell back, and thighs squeezed around his face as I erupted.

“Oooh, fuuuck!” I cried. Khalil slid me back down and held me in his arms while sliding his tongue in my mouth. I held on to him tightly for a while before I let him go, dropped down on my haunches, and took him into my mouth.

He sucked in a deep breath while I went to work on making him cum long and hard.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, cupping my chin and rocking his hips. “Damn, baby. That’s right. Deep throat your dick, mama.”

I opened my mouth wider and ate his dick as if I was the one starving.

“Oh, you showing the fuck out, huh? Bring that ass here.” He snatched me up, spun me around, and bent me over. “Touch them toes, mama.”

I felt him breach my entrance and braced myself. He slid into me slowly, then ended with a hard thrust. My body jerked, and my mouth fell agape.

“Shit so fucking tight and warm. If I find the nigga that came after me, just know that nigga’s a dead man. You hear me?”

“Yes!”

“Nah, say that shit louder for the neighbors down the block,” he said, pounding into me.