Page 117 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

Come over (to see you)

Come over (tonight)

I had lifted my body to help him get my silk pajama pants off me.

“Are you sure?” he asked again once I was lying under him naked.

“I’m sure.”

Deeply, he kissed me while taking off his briefs. I knew this moment would be a little uncomfortable. I had been reading up on it. Still nothing had prepared me for this.

“Uhhhh…” I moaned when he started to push into my walls.

“Mali, if it hurts, I will stop.”

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, he was looking at me with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Keep going.”

Once he was all the way in, he let out a moan himself.

“Shit, Maliah.”

He was gentle with me. He kissed all over my face while he dug out my middle.

“I love you, Maliah. Fuck…” he moaned.

When the initial discomfort from him breaking my hymen disappeared, I was able to enjoy the moment.

“You hear me? I love you, Maliah.”

He kissed all over my face while working his hips in a circular motion.

“Mmmm… I love you, Tahari.”

Suddenly, I felt like I had to pee.

“Baby, I gotta pee,” I admitted, and I’m sure it was ruining the moment.

“Na, that’s not pee. Cum for me.”

He picked up his strokes a bit, and when he did, my eyes rolled in the back of my head.

“Tahari, wait… oh my… wait.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked while still working his hips in a circular motion.

“No… I just…”

I couldn’t find the proper words.

“Shittt….” I hissed.

“There you go. That’s my good girl.”

He kissed me deeply and then began to really have his way with me.

The bedroom had grown quiet again, leaving only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the steady beat of Tahari’s heart beneath my cheek. The television in the living room had stopped playing music about fifteen songs ago. I lay against Tahari’s chest while his fingers lazily traced circles across my bare shoulder. Every now and then he’d kiss the top of my head without saying a word. I smiled to myself.