The shit was engraved in my brain, and I craved it like my favorite chocolate of the day.
His hand rested on the back of my bun, unleashing it so that my hair fell down to my back. I lifted my head for a moment, allowing my mouth to water a little more so I could spit on the tip of his dick. I wanted his shit as wet as possible while I stroked.
Moments later, his hands held tight to both sides of the couch.
I knew he was about to cum and I wanted so badly to be on top of him when he did. But I had to hold back. If I did anything other than pleasure him tonight, I would be in trouble.
“I know you want to do it, Launi. Just get on my shit,” he whispered, struggling to hold his head up.
I didn't respond. Instead, I stroked him a little harder and pushed his dick damn near to the back of my mouth. He couldn't handle it and I could feel his seeds rushing to the surface. I wasn't like the average girl. I didn't run away from a little cum. In fact, I looked forward to it. But it wasn't something that I did often. Only Law had that privilege and I couldn't even explain why.
“Alauni, get up,” he demanded, but I didn’t move away. I kept him in my mouth, stroking and sucking until all I could feel was his liquid sliding down my throat. His dick pulsated in my mouth, making my pussy throb for him to be inside of me. But that couldn’t happen, so I decided to make a little something happen on my own.
Easing away from him, I slid my fingers beneath my shorts and dipped them between my folds. The wetness had me on ten and my hips took on a mind of their own. I got so lost in my own touch that I didn’t even notice that Law had moved.
Before I knew it, he was lifting me up and tossing me down on my back. “If you’re not going to ride my shit, I’m going to at least eat the pussy,” he whispered while snatching off my shorts.
I wasn’t going to deny him that opportunity, so I let him do just that.
Lowering his head, he used his tongue to spread my lower lips apart and squeezed my thighs against his head. Like always, my mind was blown, and I didn’t want to escape his touch. Staying away from this man was impossible, and it was getting harder by the day.
* * *
After havingsuch a good night with Law, I really didn’t want to be face to face with Latrell’s mom so early in the day.
But I didn’t have a choice.
It was either risk her popping up at my place unannounced, claiming that she was just dropping off Layne, or pick my daughter up before Rochelle could even get dressed and out of the house. Anything to avoid having to deal with her nosey antics and her ridiculous attempts to get me to take her son back.
Dropping Layne’s pink and white llama backpack on the kitchen table, Rochelle stuffed her clothes inside and looked me over. “Damn, girl, you’re smiling extra hard today. I hope my son is the reason for that.”
“Definitely not,” I replied with a frown. “Your son has given me nothing but a damn headache.”
“What did he do now?”
“Oh, I see he hasn't told you. Well, his little girlfriend messaged me to confront me about my alleged involvement with him.”
“Girlfriend?” she questioned, her head shooting back. “Latrell doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s still too hung up over you.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m sure that’s what he would like for you to believe.”
Shaking her head, she said, “Nah, baby. I know my son. He’s been hung up over you damn near all of his life. He’s determined to get you back.”
“Yeah, something I wish that he would let go of. Your son has put me through a lot. I’m not interested in being with him.”
“Look, I know that Latrell can be a handful, but you’ve always been able to handle him.”
“That's the thing, I don't want to have to handle him. That's not my job. I should just be able to love him, and he should be able to do the same for me.”
“He does love you.”
“Not the way that I deserve to be loved. Your son—” I stopped myself and took a deep breath. I needed to remember who I was talking to. Although her son was a disaster on wheels and she knew it, he was still her son. It was her job to defend him no matter what.
Grabbing the backpack from her hand, I simply said, “Rochelle, your son and I aren’t getting back together. I just want to move on with my life. Hopefully, you can get him to understand that.”
“I just don’t believe that. The two of you have way too much history. You guys share a child together. Are you really okay with raising Layne on your own?”
“Why would I have to raise her on my own? She still has a father. That doesn’t change just because we’re no longer in a relationship.”
