Just A Taste. | Imagines.

In Need. | Allen Iverson.

Jasmine stood up from the couch and rested the remote on the coffee table before replying to her husband, "I'm in the living room, just finishing up dinner and watching some tv!"

With a worried expression etched onto her face, Jasmine stepped out of the living room and approached her partner.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling? I saw the game with the Lakers." she asked in a gentle tone, placing her hand on his back and rubbing it in soothing circles. He then reached out to her and held her face in his hands, planting a tender kiss on her lips.

"I'm feeling a little down, but I'll be okay." Allen replied, a small smile forming on his lips. "How was your day?"

Jasmine's smile widened as she took Allen's hand and led him to the dining table. "It was good. I had a meeting with my boss, and then I spent the afternoon working on my latest painting," she said, gesturing towards the canvas on the easel in the corner of the room.

Allen's eyes lit up as he walked over to examine the painting. "This is amazing, Jas. You're so talented," he said, admiring the vibrant colors and intricate details.

Jasmine blushed at the compliment and smiled up at her husband. "Thank you, Allen. I'm glad you like it," she said, before turning back to the stove to check on dinner.

Jasmine thought of ways to console her husband, She knew how much basketball meant to him and how hard he worked to perfect his skills. "Hey, Allen, I know how much you love basketball and how much it means to you. But remember, it's just one game. You'll get them next time," she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

Allen turned around to face her, his eyes softening as he looked into her warm brown eyes. "You're right, Jas. Thanks for always being there for me," he said, pulling her closer and resting his forehead against hers.

The married couple sat down to eat dinner as they continued their conversation, finishing their dinner and washing the dishes afterward, the duo walked into the bedroom and he pulled his wife onto his lap.

He leaned his back against the chocolate brown loveseat, his fingers lazily tracing shapes on her thighs.

"Can I help you feel better some more Allen?" Jasmine purred seductively, she then cupped his face and peppered kisses along the curve of his neck.

Allen's body tingled with desire as he let out a low groan. "Yes, please," he whispered, pulling her closer to him.

Jasmine giggled before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her hands running through his cornrows. They spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms, forgetting all about the game and the stresses of life.

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Allen leaned back against the plush chocolate brown couch, his bare skin making contact with the velvety fabric. He watched intently as she moved up and down his length, her hand stroking and squeezing him with each motion. The vibrations from her moans sent shivers down his spine, causing him to tighten his grip on the pillow. "Oh fuck..." he groaned under his breath. His eyes fixated on her mouth as she expertly worked her tongue around the veins of his shaft. Her soft, warm mouth felt like heaven as she skillfully sucked him off. She knelt on the coffee cream carpet, her hand gripping the fabric beside his leg.

He caressed her head with his hand, tightly gripping her box braids into a ponytail, pushing her further down. His eyes closed as he threw his head back, feeling her choked moans and the twitch in his leg. Jasmine murmured, "So big...mhmm," flickering her tongue on his tip, causing him to grow harder in her palm. As her spit trickled from the corner of her lips, it stuck to her hands and made its way down to his balls. He moaned with a rasp, "Jas..fuck!" Her panties were soaked, and her essence dripped onto the carpet.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He let out a deep, guttural moan as he finally came, his seed shooting into her waiting mouth, she swallowed every last drop of him, and he leaned back against the pillows, feeling completely spent.

Jasmine climbed up to straddle him, their bodies glistening with sweat. She leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. "You taste so good," she whispered, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Can I ride you baby?" Jasmine whispered in his ear, pecking his lips lovingly.

Allen nodded eagerly, his hands finding their way to her hips as she positioned herself over him. She slowly sank down, taking every inch of him fully inside of her. She began to move, her hips circling and grinding against him, her body slick with sweat. Allen's hands gripped her tightly, guiding her movements as he felt her walls tightening around him. "Damn..girl.." he grunted, his muscles flexed as he guided her a bit faster, She grew wetter after every thrust and bounce.

Jasmine's moans filled the air, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing throughout the room. "Oh shit! Allen!" she cried out, Allen watched as her breasts bounced with each movement, his hands reaching up to cup them as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples. "Just like that...Faster." he mumbled, She leaned forward, her hands bracing against the couch as she rode him harder and faster. He roughly smacked her ass eliciting a soft whine from Jasmine, Allen's breaths came in short pants as he felt his release approaching.

His thrusts grew slow and sloppy as her gut tightened in her stomach, "i—cummi—" Before she could utter a word, she came undone on his dick and gushed all over him, he spilled his seed inside of her, she screamed his name out loudly, filling her up to the brim, their bodies shaking. Jasmine collapsed onto Allen, their breathing ragged. "I love you," he whispered, cupping her face as he kissed her lips, grateful for his wife.

Jasmine smiled, running her fingers through his curls. "I love you too," she replied, pulling him in for a kiss. They lay there for a while longer, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and Allen pulled out of her, scooping her up in his arms as he carried his wife into the bathroom to clean themselves up.

They lay there in the bathtube, tangled up in each other's arms, the only sound being their heavy breathing and the occasional moan. For that moment, nothing else mattered except for the intense pleasure they were experiencing.

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