“Because I love yo simple ass. Ain’t a bitch in this world I want more than you, but you make shit so difficult.”
“I—”
“You should know, any nigga you entertain I’mma be at his fucking head. If you didn’t want to be in a relationship like a real adult, you should’ve never let me in. Now you stuck, Yanna and I ain’t letting you go.”
“Kasra, you can’t force me to be with you.”
“Watch me. And delete that fucking picture off yo Instagram.”
“I’m not doing?—”
“Now!” Kas’ voice boomed, frightening Yanna. With shaky hands, she slipped her hand into her pocket and removed herphone. Heading to the IG app, she went to the picture of Des’ arm and deleted it. “Let me see it.”
Yanna held up her phone so Kas could see she’d removed the photo. “Anything else?” She questioned, voice full of sarcasm.
“Take all that shit off… and do it quick,” Kas demanded, and Yanna didn’t hesitate to comply.
He watched as she slowly pulled off her thin jacket, hating the effect she had on him. If she’d been any other woman, constantly denying being in a relationship with him, denying their feelings for him, he would’ve cut ties. Would’ve done something toxic like sleep with their cousin, sister, or best friend to show them one monkey didn’t stop the show. Yanna was different, however. It was like the more she pushed him away, the more he tried to grasp her. Chasing Yanna was like trying to hold water in his hands. It was impossible, but he’d be damned if he stopped trying. She was like an opioid addiction, easy to get hooked on but hard as hell to let go of. Jaiyanna Munroe was the perc 30 he knew was causing him harm, but couldn’t help but pop a few every time he felt the need for a high. After the stunt she’d pulled, he should’ve went on his way and spent the night preparing to purge her from his system. Instead, the bulge in his pants hardened watching her unhook her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her sight never left his as she lowered her shorts, followed by her black lace thong. His tongue crossed his bottom lip as he beheld her in all her glory. Her creamy café au lait skin seemingly glowed against the moonlight flowing through the bedroom window.
“C’mere, Yanna,” Kas demanded with a curl of his finger.
Yanna obliged, tipping back to him. Wrapping four fingers around the back of her neck, Kas pulled her to him. Eyes locked on hers, he fused their lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. A small moan escaped Yanna’s throat when Kas’ lips trailed to her neck. His hand traveled along the soft skin of her torso, stoppingat her sex. Two fingers circled her clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Yanna.
“Mmm, fuck,” Kas groaned. Her arousal was always the biggest turn on. Feeling how wet she already was for him made his need for her intensify. Her head fell back, prompting Kas to bite into her neck.
“Kas,” Yanna whimpered out his name, always relishing in how he could make something painful feel absolutely delightful.
“Shut up. Don’t say my name.”
He was mad. Yanna knew he was, and if she were being fair, she’d admit he had every right to be. She would’ve been pissed too if she’d pulled up and found him hugged up with a random girl after he’d posted her on his social media. Still, as angry as he was, he touched her body with so much passion it was nearly suffocating. For Kas, Yanna was like a delicate flower even though she exhibited such a hard facade. She was akin to an Orchid growing along the spines of a cactus. She was resilient, beautifully adverse and strong, but still a bit unstable and intangible. Kas wanted to cater to and nurture each facet of her, so she’d always know it wasn’t just about the physical… he wanted all of her. He meant it when he said he wasn’t letting her go, no matter how much she pissed him off. Yanna was his one.
He backed her up until the backs of her legs touched the edge of his bed. He turned her away from him, lifting one of her legs onto the bed while she used the other for stability. The way her back arched, showcasing the dimples that sat right above her ass, instantly made Kas’ dick jolt. Her skin was so supple it looked edible. Testing the theory, Kas drug his tongue from the middle of her spine to the top. The wind from the ceiling fan kissed the skin he’d dampened, causing a shiver to voyage down her backbone.
Kas gently bit into one ass cheek before slapping it, relishing in the way it rippled from his assault.
“Maaan,” he drawled, amazed at the specimen before him. There had been lots of girls before Yanna, but none of them could hold even a dim candle to her on her worst day.
With her chest pressed into the bed, she squealed when Kas licked from the crack of her ass to her clit, a slurping sound reverberating through the room as he did so. Kas’ whole face was buried deep within the confines of her center, consuming her essence with proficiency. It should’ve been a crime the way his mouth possessed the ability to make her climax within seconds. It was like he’d gone to school for it. Like he’d majored in cunnilingus and graduated summa cum laude at the top of his class.
“Sssssss, shit, oh my fucking God.” Head so good was one of the reasons why she couldn’t break out of the chokehold Kas trapped her in. She snaked her middle as Kas’ slurps grew louder and his suction hold on her clit tightened. Within seconds her body was shaking as she climaxed. Her peak would’ve normally been an indication to stop, but it only incited Kas to go harder. Yanna was a creamer, and for Kas it was like syrup, like he’d discovered exactly how many licks it took to get to the center, and now he had to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Yanna’s eyes crossed, and breathing hitched as he stuck his tongue deep inside of her, swirling it around. He’d always been taught as a kid to clean his plate, and he made sure to do just that each and every time. “Ahh, damnit Kas, okay you can… stop, I can’t take anymooore.”
“That’s too bad because I’m not finished yet. Pussy so fucking good it’s addicting.” He stopped long enough to say, pushing her other leg onto the bed to allow himself better access.
“Shit!” She screamed as he used a combination of fingers and tongue while simultaneously suckling her bud. The ceiling fan seemed to be moving faster now, cooling the creases of her thighs where a mixture of her essence and his saliva rested.
Kas unleashed all of his frustrations with Yanna out on her clit. It became so tender that all Yanna could do was whimper with her head laid on the bed, because she didn’t have the strength to scream, move, or beg for respite. Luckily for her, Kas granted relief, placing one more slap to her ass before standing to his feet. He stepped out of his joggers then pulled off his boxer briefs, positioning himself behind her. He stroked himself, taking a moment to savor the view of Yanna’s sexy round ass tooted high in the air, pussy glistening and waiting for him to wet it up some more.
“Why you like playing with me, Jaiyanna? Hmm? Like I won’t go toe to toe with every nigga in Virginia behind you.” He questioned rhetorically, filling her then removing it as quickly as he’d entered.
“Kas, please,” she begged.
“Oh, now you want it. Now you want to fuck with me?”
“Yessss, give it to me. I need it now, I---” before she could finish her sentence, Kas plunged into her, momentarily stealing her breath. “Oh, God!”
The ways he managed to fill her never ceased to amaze Yanna. It was like each time he was inside, he set a goal to reach new depths. Dick damn near invaded her chest cavity with minimal effort. Hands on either side of her waist, he hit bottom, holding himself there for a second before starting his assault. He was hitting Yanna so hard and deep that she lost her arch and slid forward a bit.
“Jaiyanna, you better not run from me,” he asserted, slowing his pace. “The fuck you running for, huh? This dickjust okay, right? Ain’t that what you said?” When Yanna whimpered instead of replying, he slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her skin. “You run from the dick now?”
