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No. 18 ♡

I neatly sat Pierre's stuff on the sofa waiting for him to arrive. I wanted him out my life, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

Bryson Tiller played throughout my house and it honestly had me in my feelings. I actually wanted to be with Pierre, but part of me was on the edge with him.

Yes, I know I made a big mistake by falling for him. But yearning to be loved and having someone to supply is all I needed. I hate that I fall so easily.

I heard a knock on the door and I quickly answered it. There Pierre stood. I stepped aside welcoming him into my home.

"Hello, love," he said. I nodded my head. He spotted his belonging on the couch and his smiled dropped.

"Hampton, you're honestly thinking about doing this?" He asked. I nodded my head. It wasn't time for conversation right now.

He lifted my head up making me look into his eyes. "Hampton, I love you," he whispered.

Those three words caused my heart to sink. I quickly pulled away and turned my back to him.

"Pierre, you can't love me!" I yelled. I didn't even know if I loved him. I cared for him, but do I love him? Yes you do.

"I'm afraid I do," he responded.

"Pierre, please don't say that. You're making this harder for me," I cried.

"Please don't cry, Hampton," he said holding my wrist. I continously shook my head.

"Pierre, I never wanted this. I never wanted for us to be a thing. I never wanted myself to care for you the way I do. I never meant for you to love me!" I explained.

"Damn, Hampton! I'm trying to love you! I'm trying to make you feel wanted! Shit, I'm trying to make you my wife. So, I can do all these things. I want to spoil you and I want you to love me the way I love you," he said.

I rubbed my hands over my face. I couldn't stand still and he was making this complex for me.

He held me in one place, stopping me from moving. "Hampton, I'm here for you," he said softly.

I nodded my head. His lips hovered over mine and I closed my eyes. Anticipating the feeling of his lips.

He connected our lips and I kissed him back. We both stumbled back onto the couch, still in the heat of the kiss.

He slowly eased my shirt off tossing it aside, before doing the same with my pants.

He disconnected our lips and moved down to my neck, holding my waist tightly.

"Mmm, Pierre," I moaned as he kissed the top of my breasts. I slipped off his shirt, rubbing my hands up and down his chest.

He removed his sweats only leaving us both in our undergarments. He unclasped my bra caressing my breasts.

His thumbs ran across my erect nupples. "Ahh," I moaned as he massaged my erect nipples.

He kissed down to my stomach, before reaching my panties. He removed them with his teeth tossing them to the side.

I could feel him breathing on my pussy. I arched my back, because even his breath had an effect on me.

I felt tongue guide the length of my slit. I quickly scooted back from the overwhelming feeling.

He flipped us over bringing me on top of his face. He slowly began to suck on my clit, quickly making me buck ny hips.

"Pierre!" I moaned as I gripped the end of the couch. His tongue licked rapidly over my clit. The pressure was building up in my stomach much faster than before.

"Suck it, Pierre!" I moaned aloud. He sucked on my pussy adding a little teeth. That turned on my sensitive spot, and I was about to cry.

Not because it hurted, but because I was ready to explode and he was taking his time. This was the best feeling ever

"Make me cum all over your face!" I screamed. He slowly licked my pussy and rolled his tongue slowly across my clit

"Pierre, please." I begged. He laughed before slightly pulling on my clit with his teeth and I exploded.

Yes, I slightly felt the tear that rolled down my cheek. That had to be the best orgasm I ever had.

I then climbed onto his hardened dick, slowly easing down. He gripped my hips helping me down some.

"Shit!" He grunted as he threw his head back. I slowly moved my hips on his d*ck.

My slow hip motions was sending Pierre over the edge. "Fuck, Hampton!" He groaned as I picked up the pace.

The room was filled with our moans and grunts and our skin slapping together.

"Shit!!" I moaned as he pushed himself deeper into me. I began to bounce faster, because I could feel more pressure building up.

"Shit, slow down Hampton. You trying to make me a minute man," Pierre said slowing me down.

I smirked and still began to bounce faster. Hoping he would bust before I did. "Fuck!" He yelled.

I felt him expand and he released his warm cum inside of me. I came right after him. Guess I did make him a minute man. That still didn't stop him

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I opened my eyes slightly, squinting from the sunlight. My vision was kind of blurry, but I could still see.

Pierre was texting and me being nosey, I looked. I couldn't see exactly what they were saying.

But I noticed the number, it kind of looked like Marilyn's.

Fishay fishay fishy