I burst out laughing and locked my phone because Lil Q was going to make my grey hair start coming in.
“I’m fine. Just heading to bed because I’m exhausted and I have an early flight. I need to get back home to my son,” I rolled my eyes.
“Alright, good night, beautiful.”
“Good night, Yaseer,” I waved as I walked past him.
“Damn, no good night kiss?”
“Nope.”
“What about a hug?” He questioned with his welcoming arms open.
“You do not have my consent to hug me,” I declined. “But you don’t have to sleep on the couch. You can sleep in the bed, but stay on your side.”
“Nah, I’mma respect your space. I got the couch.”
I slipped into the bed and melted into the plush mattress, exhaustion dragging me around by my little edges since I had that last lemon drop. Sleep came instantly, but it didn’t last long. I woke up breathless from a dream so vivid that it blurred the lines of reality. My thighs were damp, my body humming, and for a second, I swore I could still feel Yaseer’s touch.
Dreams like that didn’t come to me. When I did dream, it was usually some random, nonsensical bullshit I forgot as soonas my eyes popped open. But this one? I could recall every filthy second of it.
I was back in my bathtub with the jets going and my hands between my legs, but this time, Quinten didn’t interrupt. It was Yaseer. And instead of me storming out of the bathroom, I let Yaseer climb in and take me to pound town. He took his time devouring me before gracing my insides with that thick dick I felt pressing against my ass earlier. My coochie was throbbing to a point that I didn’t put up a fight. While my body was craving, I was going to give in to her desires.
CHAPTER NINE
Yaseer Haynes
Asoft, delicate pair of hands gently caressed my shoulders, causing my eyes to pop open. I smiled up at Marissa’s beautiful face. Her expression was hazy with desire, and those perfect lips parted as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip. The soft glow from the lights outside the floor to ceiling windows bathed her pretty face. For a second, I thought I was dreaming and begged my subconscious not to ruin this for me.
Then, Marissa broke the hungry gaze and dipped down to kiss me. I gripped the back of her neck, letting my tongue invade her mouth this time, claiming every soft moan she gave me. Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my joggers and into my boxers, gripping my dick with no hesitation.
The way my dick grew in the palm of her hands, I realized this wasn’t a dream. Marissa brought her fine ass out here and woke me up out of my sleep like this, touching me like she knew what to do with that big motha fucka in her hands.
Breaking the kiss, I kept both hands on the sides of her face, forcing her to look at me. She froze, her eyes flicking with a mixture of lust and hesitation.
“Fuck. I thought this was a dream,” I admitted. “You gotta talk to me. Tell me what you want. I need your consent. That was the rule, right? Give me your consent, and I’ll make you feel all of that.”
She nodded fervently.
“Nah,” I said, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “Open that pretty mouth. I need you to use your words, Marissa.”
I loved seeing her like this. During all of our previous interactions, Marissa was loud and boisterous, but now that my dick was in her hand, she wanted to play timid and shy.
“You gotta say you want me. Say I can take my time claiming what’s mine,” I leaned up and whispered against her lips.
“I want you,” Marissa finally admitted, voice raspy and soaked in need. “You can take your time with me.”
“Can I take this bra off you?” I queried, rubbing circles around her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
“Yes,” she nodded.
I released the grip I had on her face and slid my hand around her back, unclasping the bra with ease. The fabric fell away, and her titties sat up, full and perfect, bouncing slightly as she exhaled. Cupping her supple breast in the palms of my hands, I held them firm as I stared into her eyes. “Can I suck on them?”
“You can do whatever you want to do with them.”
Sucking her right nipple into my mouth, I used my free hand to caress the left. The sweet moans that escaped her mouth were even sexier than the ones she emitted while eating that damn cheesecake. Marissa was grinding into my lap now, soft and slow.
I switched to sucking on her left nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking it gently, and grazing it with my teeth just to see how she would react. A low hiss escaped her mouth, and her hands went to the back of my head. Her acrylic nails gently ran across my scalp and ignited a fire within me.
