“You still my Yummy,” I whispered in her ear. “Say it.”
“Em—Ah!”
“Say that shit,” I urged.
“Pleeease,” she whined, holding on to me tighter. I wrapped my arms around her thighs. Lifting her from the table, I then proceeded to bounce her on my dick.
“Mmmm! I’m going to cum again!”
“No, you’re not.” I pulled out of her, placed her on her feet, and bent her over the table. She reached her arm behind her, trying to grab my dick, but I knocked her hand away and leaned over her. “Say it.”
“Stop playing, Em.”
“I’m not fucking playing with you. Tell me you’re still my Yummy.”
Hard slap to her ass.
“Fuck!”
“Say it, mama.”
“You can’t d?—”
Another hard slap.
“Ahhh, I’m still your Yummy!”
I smirked. “Repeat it.” I eased back inside of her.
“Mmm, I’m your Yummy.”
“That’s right. You want me to make that pussy cum again?”
“Yes, baby. I want you to make me cum again.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” I began pounding her pussy until she was cumming again.
“I’m not . . . I’m not on birth control, Emery. Please pull out.”
“Too late,” I said, emptying two weeks of backed-up nut in her womb. I had no intention of pulling out in the first place. She probably should have thought about that before she let me fuck her raw. Catching my breath, I stood upright, picked her up, and took her back upstairs to her bedroom. We showered, and I washed us down, then took her back to her bedroom so we could dry off. Once that was complete, she crawled into bed and got under the covers.
“I’m too tired to curse your ass out. But, please leave, and don’t come back.”
I chuckled lightly. “You know that’s not happening . . . And your favorite color is sage green. Sweet dreams, baby mama.” I didn’t wait for a response as I left the room, got dressed, cleaned up the mess, and put the food away. I made sure all her windows and doors were locked, then set her alarm, locking the main door on my way out.
Chapter
Five
YUMI
Me: Baby mama. Where are you?
I sent a quick text to my best friend, Carmen, as I sat across from my parents and cousins, Zeke and Chanel, at the dinner table. We were having our weekly Sunday dinner after church service, and I had been sitting uncomfortably since this morning. My vagina was still throbbing deliciously, so I wondered what the fuck was going on with me. I woke up feeling energized yet angry and regretful about what I’d done.
Having sex with Emery was the most stupid shit I could have ever done.
I blamed it on the alcohol.
