She raked her French tips through her scalp, then took a sip of her wine. She then pushed back from the table and stood, walking around it and standing at my side. I turned in my seat to face her, pulling her closer by her hips, and placed my headon her stomach. She grabbed my braids, pulling my head back so that she could look me in the eyes.
“You broke into my home, and now you’re trying to break into my heart. What do you want from me, Emery Omari Aldana?”
“You know what I want, Yumi Alaya Aldana.” I smirked at her as she shook her head.
“I’m possibly about to make the worst decision tonight, but I want you to prove to me that if I go down this road with you, that this won’t all be in vain.”
“You go down this road, there’s no turning back, Yummy.”
“Let me get a trial run of the Emery of today. I want to test drive it before I make a purchase. Fair?”
I scoffed. “You ride this ride, and I promise you ain’t getting off.”
“And that scares me.”
“You ain’t got shit to be scared of, baby.” I stood and towered over her, then lifted her onto the table. I leaned over her, pressing my lips to the softness of her neck, and her head fell to the side. I slid the robe from her shoulders, trailing my tongue over her collarbone before sucking there. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as I made a beeline with my tongue to her neck then her ear.
“I’m about to see if that pussy is still yummy, then show you how good this ‘Emery of today’ dick is,” I whispered, swiping the food off the table, nudging her back, then lowering myself to my knees. My palms slid up her legs, pushing the material along with it until I reached her thighs. My Yummy was squirming, and I hadn’t even touched her like I wanted yet.
No panties.
Yumi brought her ass down here, already knowing what was going to happen tonight. I smiled, thinking about which angle to hit to make her cum multiple times.
I was never a man who had patience when I wanted something, so without considering that I had my dream woman on her dining room table spread-eagled, I attacked her pearl with my tongue. I could feel her lift slightly, then fall back onto the table.
“Emery,” came out as a soft whimper with a moan following. I swirled my tongue around her pearl, sucked, then repeated the process. Her pussy started to leak while she continued to serenade me with her pleasurable moans.
“Gah damn, . . . Emery! Fuck, uhhn!”
I gripped her thighs, smothering my face in her wet oasis.
Yummy as fuck. Just like I remember it.
“Shit, I’m about to cum. I’m about to cum. Shiiiit, mmmm!” And the dam broke with her squirting in my face, all over my lips and chin.
That was quick.
I knew her ass was horny before she brought her ass down here.
I let up some, kissing her pussy lips and thighs as she began to settle. I stood, lifting my undershirt over my head, dropping my pants to the floor, and then my briefs. I ripped her gown, exposing her pretty, apple-sized titties, and went back and forth giving each nipple attention. She raked her hands through my hair as my dick pushed into the entrance of my once-favorite place. I didn’t go all the way in, just enough to tease her while I continued to suck her nipples. Her palms went to my ass to push me in all the way, but I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the table.
“Em, put it in, please.”
I didn’t reply as I slowly fed her each inch, making sure to pull all the way out and repeat the process.
“Emery!” she yelled, using the heels of her feet to illuminate her need for me.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yessss.”
“You sure? You ain’t had this grown dick, Yummy.”
“Just . . . fuck me, Emery!”
“My pleasure.” I entered her with force as her back shot up, and she grabbed hold of me.
“Fuuuck, ahhh!” Her moans, the feel of her body, and how wet her pussy was, had me hip-rolling in her shit. I gave her long strokes as her nails dug into the flesh of my back. The more I stroked, the tighter her legs wrapped around me, seemingly wanting me to touch every organ inside of her.
