Life of a female Gangster©

Chapter - THIRTY EIGHT

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[Maya]

I wasn't nervous. Maybe I should be but I'm not. I wanted Devon badly, and i KNOW he wanted me. We didn't take things too fast, so I was glad I was able to get to know him over the course of the year. It was going on two years, now. Well I enjoyed my birthday and now I was finishing it off, by him making love to me. I didn't like calling it the 'S' word. To me, that has no meaning. You make love, to someone you care about.

I was actually excited for this. You could tell Devon was a pro at this. He took his time, exploring every inch of my body. He started with my lips, and I wrapped my arms around him. I brought him closer, as our kisses became even more heated. Our tongues, were intertwined as if doing a dance themselves, and we were kissing like it was the last kiss on Earth.

My heart, was thumping loudly in my chest, and I even felt a wet substance inbetween my legs, announcing my own arousal. His member, even in jeans was poking my inner thigh; and that just made me even more aroused.

I grazed, my lips against his earlobe and he gave a small grunt in satisfaction. I was heated, but in a good way. My own light carmel cheeks were flushed, and soon Devon dived onto my neck, licking and biting.

It all felt so good, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I never made love, but I'm pretty sure I know how to f*ck. He did his thang, on my neck and it all felt so good. I moaned all the while, enjoying every ounce of him.

I was still wearing my gown, so he gently removed it from my body. I was now, in my satin white Victoria Secret bra and pantie set. He starved at my body, and soon I felt concious. I have definitly gotten a lil thicker in the past year. Not fat, but not skinny either.

"Don't worry, I love how your body looks." He says, I look up to see him eyeing every inch of me. Soon, my worries vanished, and was replaced by pleasure. He took off his own shirt, revealing his tatted chest, and washboard hard abs--as the white people call em.

Soon, he dived onto my breasts and feasted on them, like it was his breakfast. I moaned, so much that I felt my own voice becoming hoarse.