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“That’s my girl.” I dipped back down and savored every drop of her.

Yara’s moans only motivated me to get her to her finish line, not once but twice.

By the time I kissed my way up her body and slid her crop top off, her chest heaved, and she looked spent.

I kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her hands pulling me into her and scratching at my back had me ready to dive into her wet ass pussy, but I had to be sure that was where she was at. I pulled back slightly and said, “Yaya, we got two options. Option one, we stop right here and eat this food and watch a movie. Option two means we keep goin’, and we have sex. I need you to understand that once we make love, ain’t no goin’ back or changin’ ya mind about me. I don’t wanna hear we movin’ too fast or none of that. You understand?”

She chewed on her bottom lip for a second. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, but I refrained. If my lips touched her again, I was going to fully make her mine. End of story.

“I understand. I want you, Gino. We can talk about everything else later. I need you right now.”

I grunted and pulled away from her.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to tell that nigga Norman to skedaddle. I’ll knock his head off if he hears your sexy-ass moans.”

“His name is Randal,” Yara corrected, but I was already out of the fort and on my way toward the kitchen.

Randal was scrubbing the counter when I walked in. He looked startled when he spotted me.

“You can go, Norman.”

He looked around the kitchen. “I haven’t finished cleaning⁠—”

“I’ll pay you the same. Get outta here, man. I got some pussy to dip into, and I can’t have you listenin’ in.” I eyed him. “Pervert.”

Norman’s eyes grew wide, and he scrambled to gather his things before he hightailed it out of the kitchen. I followed and locked the door behind him before I made my way back to the fort.

I waited patiently, tapping my foot for a few seconds, before I said, “Fave, you gotta ask me the password.”

She giggled. “Really, Gino? Just get in here.”

“No can do. You gotta ask the password.”

She sighed. “What’s the password, Gino?”

“I’m about to make love to you so good, you gonna get down on one knee and ask me to marry you when I’m done, and then I’ma have to say no because ain’t no way you gonna steal my moment from me. When I propose, it’s going to be everything you deserve and⁠—”

“That’s not the password.” She snickered.

I pulled the sheet to the side. “Yankee-Doodle, and don’t interrupt me again.”

Her brows rose. “What are you going to do if I do?”

“You wanna find out?” I crawled toward her.

“Kind of,” she teased.

I pulled my clothes off and kissed the scars from her surgery. She was breathtaking, and I wanted her to know that no matter the scar or blemish, she had my heart in a vise grip.

Finally, I settled between her legs. Without words, I slowly slid into her. She gasped and clung onto me. I groaned and had to stay still for a second. I’d never felt anything like this before. It wasn’t just because her pussy was wet and tight. It was because this shit right here felt like home. It felt right.

“Fuck, Yaya.” I groaned as I slowly rocked into her.

“Gino.” She gasped and wrapped her legs around me.

I knew I needed to focus and dig at least one more orgasm up out of her, so I did just that. I took things slow and handled her with ease. In only a few minutes, her body shook underneath me.