A hand on her throat accompanied the rhetorical question. He applied light pressure, eye lock holding steady as she started to wind her hips beneath him. Kas’ teeth captured his bottom lip, reveling in the beauty underneath him. Never shy aboutvocalizing his pleasure, he made just as much noise as she did. Unbeknownst to Kas, his moaning was always a turn on for her. Her body shook, feeling her climax nearing.
“Unh, Kaaas, shit!” She croaked out the best she could with her breathing compromised.
Kas smirked, always so damn cocky as he mumbled into her mouth. “You sure that pussy don’t belong to me, Yanna?”
“I’m… not… sure of … anything right now,” she panted.
“It sure feels like it does.” Another self-assured grin as he felt the shaking of her body intensify. When his strokes heightened, so did the hold he had on her neck, causing her eyes to roll into her head. Feeling as though his job had been fulfilled, he removed his hand. “Catch yo breath then cum on this dick.”
The sound of Yanna sucking in air bounced off the walls, turning into a scream as she reached her peak. A few more strokes and Kas was pulling out, releasing his seed onto her stomach.
“I told you about doing that shit like you’re marking me. Get it off!”
“Ain’t gotta mark what’s already mine. It was either on you or in you, like usual. Next time, I’ll leave it in, make the next nine months real fun for you.”
“Won’t be no next time. Hurry up and wipe it off.”
Kas lifted from atop her and strutted into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with wet paper towels. He cleaned her off before throwing the paper towels away.
“Now can we have a real conversation, please?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Come on, Yanna boo, I’m not trying to beef with you.”
“We’re not beefing. We’re not anything.”
“Can you stop being mad for a minute and just hear me out?”
Releasing a sharp breath, Yanna conceded, standing back on one foot with her arms crossed over her chest. “Go ahead and talk.”
“Alright look, I was wrong, and I know that. But at the same time, I kind of wasn’t. All I ever hear you talking about is how I’m not yo nigga or you not my girl. That shit?—”
“Haven’t we had this conversation already? It is what it is at this point, Kas, I’m done.”
“No, the fuck you not. But I am though… with all that other shit. Look…” Kas pulled out his phone and held it up for Yanna to see. First, he showed that he’d blocked Yasmine from his phone. Then, he went through his social media accounts to let her know she was blocked from those as well. “I blocked that bitch on everything. She don’t have access to me no more.”
“Is that supposed to mean something to me? I’m sure there’s a dozen more bitches to fill her space.”
“It’s not though. I’m really fucking trying with you; can you meet me halfway? Let’s just agree we’ve both done shit to make our situation more difficult than it needs to be and move forward. I’m tired of arguing with you, tired of fighting, tired of going in fucking circles. A nigga just trying to love on you and show you I’m not the ain’t shit nigga you believe me to be.”
Yanna’s face remained unchanged while she let Kas’ words sink in. She too was tired of the whirlwind relationship they shared. She longed to have what Onyx and Troi had but was starting to think such love wasn’t in the cards for her. At least not with Kas. Still though, her feelings for him couldn’t be denied. She couldn’t pretend like her days didn’t feel wrong if Kas wasn’t in her presence, or that she slept better on the nights they shared the same bed. Still, she didn’t believe him. Couldn’t be certain he’d hold true to his word and be all about her.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m just trying to show you how serious I am. Can we please, please just put anything that happened before today behind us? Let me court you and shit because I’m not about to leave you alone.”
Yanna released a huff as she considered the possibilities. She couldn’t fully trust Kas with her heart, but she would try, no matter how much the idea terrified her.
“Kas, I swear?—”
“I know, and I’m not gone fuck up this time. I’ll show you. It’s all about you, Yanna Boo. From this day forward, I’m on my best behavior. Give me the chance, and I promise I’ll be good forever.”
Yanna thought on it for a moment longer before nodding her head. “Okay, but remember, whatever you’re on, I’m on. Got it?”
“Yea, I got it. Gimme a kiss.”
“Nope. I’m still very much pissed off at you. I don’t even know why I’m agreeing to still deal with you.”
