Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit by Nika Michelle

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he gave me a half smile followed by a sweet kiss. I grinded my hips on top of him and watched his smile be replaced by one of his sexy ass fuck faces.
     
    "Mmm hmmm, you can't handle it," I said playing the dominant position.
     
    Diablo grabbed my ass and flipped me over so that he was on top.
     
    "Woman, this is my fuckin' pussy," he said grinding into me.
     
    "Hell yeah it is papi, mmm it yours," I called out in ecstasy. "Talk to me."
     
    "You feel that dick? Huh?" he asked. "It's good to you, ain't it?"
     
    "Yes, shit, hell yes."
     
    "Where you feel it at baby?"
     
    "Uhhhh, damn, I feel it in my stomach. Ohhh, Ablo." I could feel my body shaking and I knew I was on the verge of orgasm.
     
    "Turn around," he ordered and I obeyed. I loved when he hit it from the back. The way he worked that dick of his was unexplainable in words. He spread my thighs with his strong hands. The warmth that filled me on the inside made my flesh cover with goose bumps. He gave me chills, and I felt my body convulse in pleasure.
     
    "Ahhhh, shiiiit," I moaned as he went deeper, causing a moan to get caught in my throat. It sounded like I was choking. Diablo suddenly stopped.
     
    "Baby, you okay?" He asked.
     
    "Yes, don't stop," I begged pushing my ass into him.
     
    He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me into him. This gave him easy access to my G spot and he took advantage of the opportunity. He pushed himself deeper inside and then pounded into me at a quicker pace. The vibration that he was creating on that sensitive spot had me in a zone. My body shook and then the orgasm he had worked so hard to create took over my body.
     
    "Damn!" I screamed. "Ohhh Ablo, I'm fuckin' cumin'! Uhhh Papi, you better fuck me." My voice was low, and sexy.
     
    He grabbed my hips and took total control of my body. The things that he was doing had me busting nut after nut.
     
    "See, see how you man take care of shit?" He asked cockily. "Damn right this my pussy. I spelled my name all up in that mufucka." He was still stroking.
     
    I had my head buried in the pillow because I was coming so hard and I couldn't take it anymore.
     
    "Ahhh shit. Uhhh Ablo...what the fuck," I said feeling tears slide down my cheeks. Yes, it felt that good. My legs were getting weaker and weaker.
     
    "Yanna, ohhh yes, mmm. Yanna damn, it’s good. Ohhh, your pussy is too fuckin' good," he moaned and starting stroking fast and hard. I knew he was done. I didn't worry about getting pregnant because I took my pills faithfully. "Ohhh shit," he groaned. I could feel his body tighten, jerk, and then release. "Ahhh," he said still jerking slightly. "Oh shit," he sighed.
     
    I was speechless as I laid there drenched in sweat. Diablo slapped me on the ass and smiled sexily.
     
    "That ass get me every fuckin' time. Mmm Mmm Mmm girl," he said. "I try to hold out, but that mufucka good lil' mama. Damn it's good." He shook his head. "That mufucka was talkin' to me."
     
    I rolled over onto my back and caressed his chest. "Yeah, you did have that mufucka poppin'."
     
    "You can't imagine how a nigga feel about you," he whispered playing in my hair.
     
    "Why don't you tell me then papi."
     
    "I love you so fuckin' much baby doll. I promised you from day one that I'd take care of you. I told you that you ain't gotta want for shit, and I meant that. As long as you stay faithful to me that shit won't change. I don't ever wanna hear no shit 'bout you fuckin' 'round wit' some lame ass nigga. Don't give me a reason to kill a mufucka. You hear me?'
     
    "Yeah, I hear you baby," I said snuggling up closer to his warm body. I knew that he'd be leaving soon and not getting back until late night. I loved him so much. "I love you too."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    It was about eleven o' clock on a Friday night and Ablo hadn't been home since Thursday morning.
     
    "Where the fuck he at!" I yelled throwing my cell phone on the bed. He had his phone turned

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