With her ass in the air, I dipped my dick in her from behind.
“Ummm,” she moaned, while I eased in and out of her.
“Wobble that ass for daddy,” I encouraged, while smacking a cheek.
Like a good girl, she threw that ass back, while I beat the pussy up. Meanwhile, my boy was standing outside on the porch, probably wondering why our cars were parked out front, but we weren’t answering the door.
Summer
It was the middle of the evening, and I was still in bed. Without a stitch of clothing, and my slit slick with semen, I was laying next to Breeze, while he lightly snored.
It was Christmas Eve, my mama had to work, and I honestly didn’t know what Ricky was doing. I just knew that he wasn’t at home. So, we were there alone, and had fucked three times in a row. Ms. Kitty was probably swollen from the ways she’d been punished and stretched to the max.
I could pretend that I was all torn up about cheating on Harlem…but I wasn’t. Having sex with Breeze felt good, and doing it all the time excited me. Because he literally never left me hanging and could make me have multiple orgasms. And that counted for a lot, after being sexually dissatisfied with my boyfriend.
Truthfully, there wasn’t much thought about what was happening. Breeze was handsome as fuck, with a big dick, and had completely relieved my sexual frustration.
Like my mama always preached. I was young, and had all the time in the world to get serious. So, if fucking Breeze was what brought me contentment, then that’s what I was gonna do. Then worry about everything else, on the backend.
With Breeze’s reputation, I had no plans of anything beyond this sexual relationship. He had too many girls on dick, and I didn’t want the stress or aggravation. So, I planned to compartmentalize the entire situation. No matter how good he fucked me.
Nevertheless, I was feeling creative, so I grabbed my iPad to jot down ideas for a book that I was working on, before my cell rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, baby girl. What are you doing?”
“Oh, just doing a little brainstorming on the new book I’m working on.”
“Oh, yeah? So, you have your eyes on the prize, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Did you get the gift I had sent over there?” My daddy questioned.
“Yes, I got it. Thanks for the Louie cross-body. You definitely know my style,” I smiled.
“I definitely do. So…uh, you stopping by tomorrow?”
“Mmm, I don’t know, daddy. We’re having Christmas here, this year, and my mama really wants me to be here and meet Ricky’s family.”
I guess after hearing his daddy’s name, Breeze rolled over to face me, as he was now awake.
“Ricky, huh?” My daddy scoffed, not being able to conceal his disdain for my mama’s man. He’d always made it clear that he loved my mama and she’d been the one to walk away, which was why he’d seemingly hate on any man who came after him. “So, I guess now that you’re eighteen, and can make your own decisions, then you’re never coming over here to spend time with me, huh?”
I sighed. “Don’t be like that, daddy. It’s not like that.”
“Okay. Then, tell me how it is, Dashia.” He referred to me by my middle name.
I twisted my lips, as I thought of what to say. “I just…daddy, it’s boring over there. Laura just had the baby, and plus y’all have Junior, who’s only two. It’s just nothing to do over there.”
“Nothing to do? How about bonding with your siblings? Or hanging with me?”
“Dad, how can I bond with babies? And I keep telling you that we can hang…but I don’t wantLauraalways tagging along. She’s annoying.”
Clearly eavesdropping, Breeze snickered, and whispered. “You aint shit, girl.”
“There you go,” My daddy lightly chuckled. “Why do you always give Laura such a hard time?”
