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𝗞𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗥
𝟮𝟮 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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Samir's hands were warm as they pushed Kianna's dress up and over her breasts, the plushness spilling out almost immediately. "Mama, imma' only ask for for two things, aight ?"
He stated, hands tugging down the thin fabric of her underwear and exposing her completely too him. Kianna didn't miss the way his eyes glossed over when he'd finally seen her wetness.
"Okay," she replied breathless, the nerves getting to her.
His hand slide down her leg and grabbed it, pulling it next to him to rest on the leather couch. Soon after guiding her hands into position as well.
"One," Kianna's grip tightened in his shoulders— her tongue poking out to swipe over her lips. "keep yo' leg up. And two, keep yo' hands right here for me— okay, baby?"
"Right here?" Kianna checked, steadying herself.
Samirs dark eyes flicked up towards hers, a sneaky grin on his lips as he nodded. "Mhm. You think you can do that for me, pretty?"
The deep baritone in his voice as he looked her straight in her eyes so intently, caused Kianna to stumble her words, as butterflies swarmed in her stomach.
"Y-yes papa."
"Good girl, mama." He said placing a kiss to her lips.
Kianna blinked away the memory as she continued to brush her teeth. She couldn't believe that she was thinking about such things in the eerie hours of the morning— well afternoon.
After their... alone time, Kianna had felt extremely sleepy and Samir decided to bring her home despite her protests. She was embarrassed to have to say her goodbyes to her friends with her hair and dress all ruffled and even more so with Samir grinning at them his lips and a bit of him mouth wet, with her previous orgasm.
She washed off her warm face, as she prepared herself to face her boyfriend. She was extremely nervous to face him, mainly because last night's encounter was a bit different, then anything she's ever had.
She jumped when she rounded the corner and came face to face with Samir, his basketball shorts hanging low on his waist and a gold chain laying flat on his bare chest.
"Oh shit." He said his hands that seemed ready to knock falling to his sides. "Morning baby, I was just boutta tell you yo' breakfast ready."
Samir sent a sweet kiss to her forehead then another to her lips, as he took her hand and dragged her with him to the kitchen.
"I made you some ginger and honey tea for yo' throat, i just wanted to make sure it wasn't sore or nun' when you woke up."
She hummed in response, standing on her tippy toes to give him another quick peck in thanks. Her throat was a bit sore, but, in her opinion, it was all worth it.
She reached out to grab the mug in his hands, but furrowed her brows when he retracted his arms, the hand that wasn't holding the mug coming up to grab her chin and force her to look at him.
"You good baby? Why you so quiet today?" His voice was soft as he spoke to her, and as much as Kianna tried she was sunken into another flashback of last night.
"Ohh fuck papa— I'm boutta cum!" Kianna's eyes rolled back as she moaned out— her legs beginning to tremble as she began to feel her peak. It was unfortunate that in that same moment her phone began to ring.
