🤭Chapter 41 🤭

                     Mavuto's pov

  Quba devoured her portion of the brown stew oxtail, rice and peas, jerk pork, and avocado salad. Malia was right about what she thought her favorite meal was, and her mother's confirmation was in fact the truth. "Full?" I asked her, then sucked unashamedly on my last piece of bone.

"Mhnm." She went then yawned widely.

  Mom certainly did a good job at such short notice, and I will definitely commend her for it at the first opportunity I get. I disposed of the empty disposable containers, took out the almost-filled bag of garbage, and carried it outside. The rain was drizzling heavily on the tarpaulin overhead as I went and put the trash bag inside the booth of my jeep and collected my overnight bag. Tyriq was hanging a bug net around the complete front area of the Earthroamer, and from my vantage point, the area looks like a cozy camping spot with discreet privacy. A folding lounge chair was on the opposite side, and he looked well set with a whole bunch of things for comfort.

  Quba was wiping off the table we ate on, and I closed and locked the door on the sound of the rain falling heavily. I hoped the sniper guards had their raincoats with them and were properly geared up for the weather. The tents provided for each of them are supposedly waterproof, and they've been properly trained to work efficiently at their duties. I watched Quba turn the dining area into a bed within minutes and then stripped off all my clothes, dropping them on my bag on the floor, and went inside the shower. I came back out, grabbed my toothbrush and bathrag, and went to take care of my hygiene.

  I was willing to go the extra mile for things to work with us. It's not every day that I get to meet such an attractive woman like her with a great sense of humor, and from what I've learned so far about her, she was not a pushover, nor is she easily intimidated. When I exited the bathroom, she was sitting up in the loft doing something on her laptop. I got dressed in my underwear, shorts, and socks, organized my bag, and then went to lie on the surprisingly comfortable transformed bed. Quba came down the small ladder and went inside the bathroom. When she emerged a short while later, I was dozing off while going through the work reports that were logged in.

"Hurry up and come here so I can cuddle you," I told her as she glanced in my direction.

"Who told you that I'm sleeping with you, mister?" She asked, touching the control panel, and the lights dimmed to a violet glow.

  I got up, strode over to her, lifted her, and carried her to my bed where I placed her to lie down. She was giggling uncontrollably, and I began chuckling at the cute sound that made me feel tingly inside. "Did you brush your teeth?" I ask in a mock, serious voice smelling her minty breath.

  "No, sir." Came her response in an imitation of a deep voice, and I dissolved in laughter while telling her and pecking the side of her mouth.

"You're a little liar who needs punishment. Turn your ass up and let me spank it."

"No, we'll not be involved in such indecent atrocities." She says, snapping her fingers in my face.

I was not expecting this side of her, and I loved it. I stretched out beside her, cleared my throat lowly, and began to sing. "Early in the morning, I still get a little bit nervous, fighting my anxiety constantly I try to control it. Even when I know it's been forever, I can still feel this pain. Urge when I remember, and I never want to feel it again. Don't know if you get it cause I can't express how thankful I am... cause you are always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand..." Whatever makes me feel so brave to sing in front of her, I have no idea as we stare at each other.

Then she surprised me after a long pause by singing the chorus. "I don't want to lose... control. Nothing I can do... anymore, trying every day when I hold my breath. Spinning out of space, pressing on my chest... I don't want to lose... control."

  I smiled and bit my bottom lip nervously as we stared at each other. All kinds of thoughts, wonders, and emotions passed through me in those few moments, and I decided to bravely sing the second verse of the song, because I honestly love to sing, but don't get to do it often. Changing a few words within that best fit the present. "Sometimes I still think it's coming, but I know it's not. Trying to breathe in and then out, but the air gets hot... Even though I'm older now and I know how to think of the past, I won't make it if I don't have you holding my hand."

"Wow! A mafia leader who sings, dances, and saves people. Isn't this the opposite of what mafia's do?" Quba exclaims and asks with her face animated in wonder.

I smile, staring at her face. Her lips were a dark enticing pink, and I hardened to a full erection while drinking in her natural beauty. "What else do mafia men do?" She asks, looking into my eyes.

My cock throbs and I shake my right leg in an effort to ease my discomfort while still keeping eye contact with her. It was clear she was waiting for an answer, so I told her. "I don't know about other mafia men, but I fuck really good."

She blinks sequentially and I perceive that my response was not the one she was expecting. "Then they don't have any true talent." She says making me freeze.

  I truly don't possess any relationship qualities, and I closed my eyes and racked my brain to see if I could come up with something that would help me out greatly in this present time. I could feel her eyes roaming over my face, I wonder what is going through her mind, and if she feels the same way I do about her. It's still surreal to me how I met, invited, slept, and managed to impregnate a total stranger. Never had I dreamed it would go this way, me letting down my guard and allowing myself to be with a woman so freely. Thunder boomed outside, and I opened my eyes to see Quba looking at her phone with her brows knitted.

"What's wrong?" I asked gently.

"Two men looking harmed just walked past to the other earthroamer." She says, still looking at her phone screen.

  "Oh," I say and wrap my left arm around her, pulling her into my embrace.

"Good thing I switched off the alarm." She mutters, and the lights dim lower and lower until there is complete darkness.

  I use my left knee to hike her left foot up, and proceeded to feel and finger her fat pussy until she was wet and moaning low. She didn't resist when I pulled off her panties and eased her up into the doggy position with her back arched slightly. Quickly, I pull off my shorts and underwear in one go and push into her warm, wet, sweet canopy. "Uhmnnnnn..." She moans, and I joyously place my hands on her rounded belly and massage it affectionately. I thrust in and out of her, not giving her my full length, and feeling like I am in heaven. She began to whine a little, and I rotated my waist slowly with each thrust, wanting her to have as much pleasure as I was having.

  She was like a waterfall, and I kept slipping out of her. I took the first thing my hand found and dried her out before turning her onto her back, widening her thighs, and delving into her again. I pause and ease her up so that I can pull her nightie off over her head. My mouth found hers, and I feasted on her sweet lips and tongue while gently rubbing the tips of her breast nipples with both of my thumbs. Her damp palms stroke my arms up and down in a wavy motion that felt so good. I began wineing and thrusting inside her at a faster pace the moment I released her mouth. Her moans were erotic to my ears, making my body act abnormally, and I grind out her pussy sinking my full length deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, oh Mavuto ohhhh..." She moans while gripping both of my sides.

I lift her legs and pommel away into her gripping sweet pussy with my face twisting maniacally as my cock contracts with semen and I release inside her groaning. "Uhnnnnn..."

  I rested my weight on my elbows over her, then slowly eased out and off of her. Her phone lit up, and then the dim violet lights came on. I took her hand and helped her off the bed as she struggled to maneuver herself. She went to the bathroom and I went into the small space with her. Naked in front of each other, I couldn't stop admiring her enlarged belly and more curvaceous body. I soaped her up and gave her back a good scrub and massage before washing and feeling up her pussy. She squirms and tries to get away, but the shower compartment is too small for her to escape from me.

She returned the favor, and we laughed as I bent so she could reach my shoulders and back. I covered my face when she reached my cock which had hardened under her touch and she made sure to feel me up as I had done to her, and I had to bear the brunt of her assault while she enjoyed making me suffer and moaned like a bitch. We rinsed off, giggling like two immatures, and I took her to bed naked afterward, cuddling and exploring each other's mouths until sleep claimed us.

To be continued...