I didn’t want to revisit the entire conversation, so I decided to just summarize it.
“John is a married man. He didn’t tell my mom until after she became pregnant with me. The man is a coward who chose his family over his mistress and child. He knew where I was my entire life and never came for me. It was a conversation I would rather forget, honestly,” I admitted.
“Damn, that was a lot. I’m assuming you won’t be having a relationship with him?” Micah asked.
“Absolutely not. When I think of what it means to be family, a man like that doesn’t come to mind. Any man who doesn’t take care of their responsibility isn’t a man. I’m good on that,” I said.
“Agreed. I’m glad you’re able to close this chapter of your life,” he said.
“After the day I’ve had, all I want is a nice quiet evening with you,” I replied.
“We can have a nice evening, but I don’t know how quiet it will be,” he teased.
Micah closed the small gap between us to kiss me. The taste of the whiskey on his lips made it sweeter. Our tongues wrestled as we pulled at each other’s clothes. Before we were completely naked, the kiss was broken.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” he said as he pulled me off the couch and threw me over his shoulder.
“You couldn’t carry me like a normal person, huh?” I complained.
“Now, where’s the fun in that, Freckles?” he replied.
When we reached the bedroom, he put me on the bed. Micah climbed on top of me and unclasped my bra. I took the time to pull down his boxers. Micah’s manhood was in my hands as I slowly stroked it, and his hand found my honey pot. Micah slowly inserted a finger into my tight fold. The sensation caused me to moan. Micah was meticulous as he used his fingers to open me up. After a few minutes, Micah pulled his fingers out of me and sucked my juices off of them.
“Sweet, just like I expected,” he uttered in my ear.
I panted from the orgasm I released. As Micah inserted his dick in me, a slight gasp escaped my lips as his girth filled me. Micah slowly stroked until he was fully inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
‘This pussy is tight as hell,” he murmured.
“Fuck me harder,” I whispered in his ear.
Micah’s lips found mine as we kissed. When I least expected it, he picked up his pace. Those slow strokes were cute. As he stroked me deeper and harder, I screamed his name. I felt my honey pot stretch with each movement. Micah fucked me senseless with a smile on his face. I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I reached.
Eventually, Micah slowed his pace. “Do you want to cum again?” he asked.
“I don’t think I have anything left in me,” I admitted.
“Good. Let me get this nut off,” he said, and he slow-stroked me until he pulled out. Micah’s hot cum seeped out of him and landed on my belly. My honey pot throbbed at the absence of his dick. I lay there, unable to close my legs, while he went to the bathroom. Micah came back with a wet washcloth and a dry one. He used the wet one to wipe me clean. The dry one, he used to get his nut off my stomach.
While Micah went back to the bathroom, I sat up. My movements were slow, but I closed my shaky legs. He came out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. Micah’s limp dick swung from side to side.
“I see you looking. Do you want to go again?” he asked.
“Not tonight, buddy. My poor honey pot isn’t used to all this excitement,” I joked.
He lay down on the left side of the bed.“Come lay down with me,” he offered.
I slid up and lay on his chest as I fumbled with the covers. Once I was comfortably settled in, Micah turned out the lights and kissed my forehead.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Freckles,” he whispered tenderly.
The next morning, Micah woke me up with his head between my legs. After another round of sex, I finally managed to get him off me.
“I’m going to shower. Are you coming with me?” Micah asked.
“Nope. Because if I do, I’ll never get home,” I replied.
His dick swung back and forth, tempting me as Micah smiled. “Are you sure?” he asked while rubbing my ass.
