Page 104 of Heart Of A Goon II

Every dent, dimple and cellulite was beautiful to me. her stretch marks created art across her body. Like the uniqueness in marble, this body was priceless and not just anyone could have it.

You could go out and try, but it would never be the same. It was exactly how I felt about my baby. There was no other person like her, and that was why I would spend my life cherishing her with everything.

A gift sent to me from Allah.

With one hand, I spread her ass apart, as I shoved my dick into her. She moaned out, slapping her other hand onto the wall. I had her assuming the position like I was Sheriff Wraithe in this bitch.

Like a key to the correct lock, I fit perfectly inside of her. It always took a bit of push and pull because she was so tight. Always so tight and wet for me, but once I was in there, it was made for me.

“Fuck…baby… shit,” I moaned into her ear, as I cupped her breast with one hand, while our hands remained connected.

I slammed my dick into her, as she tried to crawl the wall. “Ohh… fuck… Goo… I can…I can⁠—”

“You can take this shit, Boobie… you can take my dick…throw that shit back,” I demanded, and she tossed her ass back onto me. “Don’t ever tell me what you can’t do… you can do everything, Dear.”

“Uhhmmm.”

“You hear me?” I removed my hand from her, gripping her hips and slamming her harder into me. “Did… you… hear… me?”

“Yes…Yeshhhh, I hear you,” she panted, as I pulled out, spun her around, and hiked her up against the wall.

“Fuck this dick back, Baby… yeah… fuck… harder.” I slammed into her harder each time, her hand slipping from the marble wall.

She reached back, holding onto me, and I continued to fuck her the way I knew she wanted to be. “Ha…harder, Daddy… Harder,” she squealed.

Her wish was my command. I held onto her as I took a seat onto the bench. She slowly sat on my dick, holding onto my knees. She bounced up and down so hard, her hand reached up to hold her breast in place.

I watched as she tossed her head back, and I reached up and grabbed her titties for her. Playing with the nipples, she continued to moan and try to catch her breath, as her hands returned to my knees.

Her ass lifted up, teased the tip of my dick and then she slammed herself back down, causing me to reevaluate life. I couldn’t let her ass out into the world fucking like that. I knew I would kill for this woman, but even then, I had my limits.

She was fucking me so good that my moms could look at her crazy, and I’d be ready to roll her ass into the pool.

When she slowed up, I held her hips tightly and slowly moved, bringing us both where we needed to be. “Daddy, I’m gonna cu…cum, ahh,” I continued to bite down on my lip while pushing her further and further to where I wanted her.

Holding onto my knees, she slammed down slowly, and I reached up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me. Opening her legs, I could feel that pussy stretch as I continued to give her slow strokes, kissing her on the neck.

“You love me, Boobie?”

“Yes… yes, so much, Goo,” she moaned, as I slowed my pace.

That nut was right there, and from how she was whimpering in my arms, hers was, too. “You right there, my pretty baby… you right there, eh?”

“Yes, righh, righh there,” she whispered, holding onto my forearm, as I pushed us closer.

I was never one to rush a nut, and after not seeing my baby for some time, I wanted this moment.

Needed this shit.

Her body in my arms, us connected in this way, was what refueled a nigga like me. Niggas could have the hoes, I had something real, genuine, and fucking brilliant at home. Zoya was the kind of woman that hated men, but not hers.

“You my mean ass baby, eh?”

“Uh huh, baby.”

I kissed her temple. “No more running, right?”

“No more running, Goo.”