BFF

Birthday sex

Tia POV

I had just finished snatching Dave's soul with some fire head, and now he was snatching mine right back—just like he promised.

"Aahhhh... Daaavveee!" I cried out, legs trembling as he gave me all that dick, just like he said he would.

"Fuckkkkk, slow down!" I begged, gripping the sheets.

"No," he growled. "Take it."

"Mmm... shit," I moaned.

"Fuuuck, you soaked, girl," he said, holding my hips tight as I threw it back on him like my life depended on it.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming," I cried out.

"No. Hold it," he demanded through clenched teeth, deep strokes not letting up.

"I can't!" I whimpered.

"You better. You love this dick?"

"I love this dick!" I sobbed.

"Keep throwing it back. Don't stop."

"I'm trying!" My voice was cracking as he kept thrusting, harder and deeper.

"Ughhh," he groaned.

"Fuck, Dave!"

"What's my name?" he asked, voice low and rough in my ear.

"Daddy," I gasped.

"I can't hear you."

"DADDY!"

"Mhm," he smirked against my neck.

"I need to come, Daddy. I can't hold it."

"Go ahead."

"Fuckkkk... mhhhmmmm..."

My whole body shook uncontrollably as I let go, and Dave followed right behind me, both of us breathless, bodies tangled in heat and love.

After a while, we finally made it to the shower—only for him to take me against the wall one more time. Now, finally, we were in bed, knocked out.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of breakfast. That got me up real quick.

I hopped in the shower, threw on some leggings and a T-shirt, and headed to the kitchen. Brandy had laid it all out—waffles, sausage, eggs, fruit, bacon, grits, and hash browns. She really threw down.

"I'm about to smash," I said, grabbing a plate.

"I know you are," Brandy laughed. "Worked up an appetite."

"Girl, don't even. It was my man's birthday."

Everybody started trickling into the kitchen.

"I'm shocked you even woke up," Chris joked.

"None of y'all better start," I warned, already rolling my eyes.

"We don't need to hear all that," Corey groaned. "I was trying to sleep."

"Please. In the room with your girlfriend? That's what you was trying to do."

Britney started blushing hard.

Dave finally came downstairs, looking fine as ever. I had already fixed his plate, and he walked over, leaned down, and kissed me on the neck.

"Good morning, mamas," he said, then looked up. "Good morning, y'all."

"Good morning, honey," I smiled.

"We know you having a good one," Bully smirked.

"That's most definitely, moe," Dave laughed, giving me a look that made me blush again.