“I did,” I nodded. She stood and reached into my shorts. When her hand wrapped around my dick, I knew it was a wrap. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do to me.
“Then let me greet you how I want to,” she replied, looking me in the eyes.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, nodding. I put my hands in the air and smiled down at her. “Do what you please.”
Yale pushed my shorts and boxer briefs down to my ankles and got on her knees. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” she said before wrapping her lips around my dick. The way she inhaled my shit had me seeing stars, and I was ready to meet the lord. She hollowed her cheeks out and slowly bobbed on my dick. I wasn’t a nigga that demanded head because I knew a lot of women couldn’t really suck dick. They thought they could because other niggas hyped them up, but honestly, they were terrible. Sucking dick was a fucking art form. It took practice and dedication. A lot of times, women thought that because the dick was in their mouth, and they moved it, they were doing something, and they weren’t. They had to enjoy that shit, and if they understood the power they had because they were good at it, then the sky was the limit.
“Fuck,” I groaned when Yale started to gag. Her ass was one of those women who knew their power. I looked down at her when she pulled my dick from her mouth, lifted it, and traced the underside with her tongue. Not once did she take her eyes off mine. I grabbed her ponytail and used my other hand to cup her chin. “You look so fucking pretty.”
“Thank you,” she said, then started sucking on my balls. My shit started tingling, and I knew I was about to cum. I didn’t even give a fuck that I was going to nut quick because Yale knew what the fuck she was doing. She put my dick back in her mouth, put her hands behind her back, and sucked my dick.
My toes dug into the floor, and I bit into my bottom lip. She was my equal on every level, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. “Sunshine,” I groaned, then shook my head. “I’ma kill your husband, marry you, put my babies in you, and make up for all the time that was stolen from us, okay?” I licked my lips and smiled down at her.
Yale nodded, then started sucking my dick harder and faster. My balls tightened, and the muscles in my legs and stomachstarted to flex. I came harder than I expected, but that didn’t stop Yale. She swallowed my nut then pulled my dick from her mouth, kissed the head, and stood.
“Okay,” she said, nodding. She got on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me to her.
“And I won’t be sorry about it either.”
Chapter eighteen
Yale
“Sunshine,” Amethyst whispered into my ear. “Sunshine.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on the top of my head.
“Hhmmm,” I replied as I continued to work. It was early; the sun wasn’t up, and the birds hadn’t started chirping, but I was wide awake.
“What are you working on?” he asked as he pulled me closer.
“I don’t know,” I answered with a shrug as I set down the red diamond and relaxed into Amethyst’s arms. “It’s just been in my head, so I decided to see if I can bring it to life.”
“Who’s it for?” he asked, and I smiled.
“How do you know it’s for someone?”
“Because I know you,” he chuckled. “You only get this focused on a piece when it’s for someone, and you want to get it right.”
“It’s for Monica,” I answered. “Baby called me last week and asked me to make her a new pendant for her bracelet.”
“What is it going to be?” he asked, looking around me at the design I was working on.
“What does it look like?”
“A teddy bear?” he asked, and I nodded. “How much longer do you need?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?”
“I want to take you somewhere,” he answered. “And before you ask, no, it’s nowhere crazy, I just want to spend time with you.”
“Give me like three hours, and I’ll be ready?”
“Deal.” He kissed my cheek, then got up from the couch. “I’ll be back.”
I looked up from what I was working on and noticed that he was dressed. “Where are you going?”
“To check in on a patient,” he answered, and I nodded. “I’ll be back in a little while.” He kissed my lips, then smiled at me. “What I want you to wear is on the bed.”
“You picked out my clothes?” I laughed, and he nodded. “Why?”
