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“You know statistically speaking, older kids have a harder time getting adopted. I can only imagine how those kids feel watching the little ones leaving that place day in and day out and they are just left there… discarded like trash. That has to be hard on their mental. That’s probably why Sevyn was talking Dax up to me. She probably figured if we knew all his good qualities it would sway us to want him.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at her hands.

“You noticed how she barely wanted to tell us about herself, Stanley? It was like she didn’t want to get her hopes up just to get them shot down. Can you imagine how many times that’s happened?”

“Probably more often than not.”

She shook her head. “You think they’ll be happy here?”

“I know they will.” I grabbed her hands. “We are going to be their safe space, their listening ears, their protectors, their peace, and their home. I’ll have them the same way I have you, baby. No half stepping.”

She smiled softly as her hands went to my bald head. She lightly ran her nails over it.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.”

She slid onto my lap and straddled me, all while kissing me deeply. I gripped and caressed those thick thighs I loved to have wrapped around my face or waist.

“Steph… baby, I need you,” I whispered.

“Take what you need.”

I stood from the chair and carried her from the room and down the hall to ours, never breaking our kiss. Climbing on the bed, I rested her in the middle of it. My fingers worked to pull the sash on her robe. It fell open effortlessly, exposing her bare breasts beneath.

My lips moved from hers, to her neck and down to her nipples. She moaned softly as I took one between my lips and roll the other between my fingers.

“Stanley…” she whimpered, spreading her legs to welcome me between them.

She pushed my head south and I was eager to take my favorite trip. I kissed my way from her breasts, down to her stomach, to the apex of her thighs. She was already so fucking wet for me and her arousal made my mouth water.

She trembled as I licked the essence from her outer lips before deep diving between them. Her back arched from the first swipe of my tongue and her nails dug into the sheets.

She moaned loudly. “Ooooh, Stanley… Right there, baby.”

Her hand moved to the back of my head as she rotated her hips, thrusting that sweet pussy into my face. As I alternated between sucking her swollen clit and massaging in with my tongue, she grew wetter by the second. When I added the stroking of my fingers, I felt her juices begin to trickle.

“Not this pussy crying for me, Steph,” I said between licks. “You gon’ cry me a river, baby?”

“Y-yes… shit, Stanley!”

With my free hand, I reached up and pinched her nipples while continuing to eat her pussy until her legs were shaking and she was trying to scoot away from me.

“Where you going, mama?” I asked, locking my arms around her thighs. “You said take what I need. Stay right fucking there and let me have it.”

Her breathing became labored and her nails dug into the sheets.

“Sta—Stanley!”

I moaned in satisfaction as her essence coated my beard and her cries of pleasure filled the room. My favorite part of making love to this woman was always tasting her. She was like a sweet treat after a good ass meal. Ice cream on a hot summer day. Ain’t no pussy like the one I got.

I rose from between her thighs and made my way back up to her lips, capturing them. She loved when I shared her essence and it was evident by the way she was sucking on my tongue. Her dainty hands pushed my pajama bottoms down, freeing my dick from its confines.

Our lips never parted as I reached between us and positioned myself at her entrance. With slow thrust, I sank into her depth. She moaned into my mouth.

“Mmmm. Nakupenda sana, baba mkubwa,” she whispered, causing me to smirk.

“Big Papa loves you more, Mpendwa.”