Page 25 of A Minute Past Midnight

“Not you already claiming her,” Drew said while laughing from the back seat.

“That's been mine and probably gon’ forever be mine,” I said as Gam chuckled.

“The Lord works in mysterious ways I tell ya. I was just telling her a few months back how you two would make a good couple, and look how He aligned it for y'all to meet.”

I smiled. “You manifested my new wife, Gam?”

Drew chuckled. “This nigga.”

“Shut up, bum. You need to get you one and stop being a gigolo.”

“Nah, I'm good where I'm at.”

I shook my head as I continued to the hospital.

It was a little after eleven when I pulled back up to the Grand Haven apartments.

Haven.

This shit was nobody's haven.

I stepped out of my truck, hit the alarm, and made my way inside. After getting her apartment number from Gam, I headed up the stairs until I reached her door.

I could hear her talking and moving around as I knocked. It took about three minutes for her to finally open it.

As soon as I saw her face, I smiled. For a moment, we just stared at each other. My eyes then went from her pretty pink toes to the mass of hair piled on top of her head. She wore glasses that did shit to me.

“Can I come in?” I asked after a minute passed.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” She stepped to the side and allowed me entry. Off top, I could see why she wanted to be an interior designer. Stepping inside felt like stepping into another apartment. Even though the hallways were dingy and busted, her space didn't look like what this building been through.

There were navy-blue couches with white and baby blue floral printed throw pillows; a coffee table that I was sure came from the Goodwill, but she made it work; outdated appliances but were clean; and white, navy blue, and baby blue drapes on the window. Paintings and motivational quotes hung on the walls, along with family photos. Some were hung up, and others were on top of surfaces.

Her little thirty-inch television was cute, and it smelled floral in here like fresh dryer sheets. In the corner was a desk with papers and drawings.

“You can have a seat anywhere. I only have water to offer y—oh!” She yelped when I pulled her to me and slid my tongue in her mouth. She moaned and grabbed a hold of my shirt, and that prompted me to pick her up and move her over to the bed.

“Samir, . . . wait.”

“It's been two months. I've waited long enough. Let me have you, then we can talk.”

Air filtered from her nose as she attacked my lips. That was all I needed as our clothes disappeared, and I had her on her back with my face between her legs.

“Ooooh, fuck! Samir!” she screamed, which only prompted me to suck on her pussy more.

She tasted like strawberries; a fruit I’d never liked had now become my fucking favorite.

“Oh, baby! Right there. Please don't stop!”

And I didn't.

I continued to suck, lick, and slide my tongue in and out of her wet-ass pussy. Her fingernails dug in my coils and hips rolled into my face until I felt the first splash on my face. I moved back, took two of my fingers and rubbed them rapidly over her clit and watched that pretty motherfucka squirt her juices damn near across the room.

Her body jerked and twisted as her soft cries filled the space.

“Gahdamn, mama.” I swiped my tongue over her clit, and she pushed my head back. I knew she got super wet, but I didn't know she could squirt. That shit just made me even more infatuated with her ass.

I lifted and slid right between her legs.