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Eighteen - Ahmad
Jameela was standing, with her back to me, at the kitchen sink, washing bottles, because she always emphatically stated how she didn’t trust the dishwasher to clean her baby’s bottles.
She had on her usual little ass boy shorts and tiny tank top. The baby monitor sat on the kitchen island, showing the image of our son fast asleep.
I was tired from a long sixteen-hour shift, but I was not about to miss this opportunity to bend her sexy ass over the kitchen sink.
Strolling up behind her, Jameela jumped when I reached around and stroked her breast.
“Hey, baby,” I said and kissed her on her neck.
She let out a little whimper and my dick jerked, trying to find its way home.
“How was work?” She asked as she grinded her ass back on my dick.
Yeah. She wanna get bent over.
“Work was fine, but that ain’t important. I wanna feel how much you missed me.”
I lowered my hands and found her plump, juicy lower lips through her tiny shorts and massaged them.
“Damn. You’re wet as shit. I can feel it through your shorts. You missed me?” I asked, slipping the material to the side and dipping a finger into her tight heat.
Jameela’s response was a low moan that caught in her throat as I circled her clit.
“Nah, baby. Let me hear it,” I ordered.
“I missed you so fucking much, Saeed.So much!”
The desperation in her voice wrapped around my heart and squeezed.
I fucking love this woman.
The words were always on the tip of my tongue, but never came out.
Jameela has been at my house since my sister’s visit, and it felt perfect.
It was different from when we were at her place. Her being in my space felt like it made our family real. She cooked for me, took care of Ahmir, and even cut more of her hours. Because even though shesaidshe was part time, I always found her with work on her lap when she was supposed to be relaxing. It was such a relief to see that she was now getting the proper rest she needed.
She didn’t know it yet, but I changed all my shit, and added her name to everything I have. I also opened a trust account for Ahmir… neither one of them would ever go without.
Jameela would definitely never go without my dick. I made it a point to love on her every chance I got. Days like this, I came in tired as hell from surgery after surgery, but as soon as I would lay eyes on her, the need to be buried deep in her walls consumed me and outweighed any fatigue I felt.
Letting my thoughts drift back to the moment, and focusing on Jameela’s juices dripping down my fingers, I whispered to her how much I missed her too.
“I need you, MiMi. Can I bend you over right here? Can I explore your pussy right now?”
I tugged on her earlobe and pressed my hard dick into her ass… letting her feel what she did to my body.
“You can have me when and wherever you like, baby. I’m yours.”
That was all I needed.
I ripped her tiny shorts from her ass and undid my slacks.
I bend her over, with her head damn near in the sink and slap her hard on the ass.
