“I promise to do all I can.”
She smiled at me just as Alex walked back into the room. “All right, babe. Car’s all warmed up for you. It was cool hanging out with you, Truce. I look forward to our fishing trip soon.” I stood with Chunks secured over my shoulder. Lil’ Mama was cake-wasted.
I held my hand out to Alex for a shake, and he accepted. “A’ight, Big Al. I’m looking forward to it as well. Goodnight, Mrs. Draya,” I said, kissing her cheek.
“Goodnight, Truce. Goodnight, Sweet Pea.” She kissed chunk’s head as I walked them to the door. “Tell that daughter of mine to call me tomorrow.”
“Will do.”
They left out just as Jasmine and Jela’s friends came through the basement door, damn near falling all over each other.
“I sure hope one of you is sober enough to drive,” I said, watching them stagger toward the den where the babies were laid out with their gear on. Mrs. Draya made sure she packed them up when Jela texted and said they were ready to go.
“That would be me,” Amber said, holding up her hand.
“You sure? Let me see your eyes.”
She giggled. “I promise… I only had two shots. I hate that I have to be the designated driver but next time, I’m going to be the one getting lit.”
“Next time ain't gon’ be no kids! We turning the fuck up!” Marcy exclaimed. They all laughed as I looked for the lady of the house.
“Where’s Jela?”
“Oh, she’s straightening up downstairs. Take care of my girl, Mr. Truce. Ion wanna have to fuck you up, Smokey!” Iyana made a fist at me while she walked past me with her son perched over her shoulder.
I chuckled. “Ion want no smoke.”
I bid them a goodnight and watched them to their cars before closing the door and locking down the house. I took Chunks upstairs to her temporary bedroom. I made sure to put the mattress on the floor the last time I was here, just in case she happened to wake up in the middle of the night. I didn’t want her to fall off the bed and hurt herself. I made a mental note to tell Jela to start purchasing her some things for her room. Once I knew she was secured, I grabbed the baby monitor and went to find Jela. I had been feening for some alone time with her since I got here.
I traveled down the stairs until I got to the basement, noticing her sitting at the bar, rocking to the Jodeci track. I walked up behind her, planting my palms on the bar to lock her in, and gave her neck a gentle kiss.
“Mmmm… Hey, you,” she slurred slightly.
“Hey, you. Are you drunk?”
“Just a lil’ bit.” She chortled.
She spun the stool around, cupping my face in her hand, and then smashed her lips into mine. I slid my tongue into her mouth, tasting the tequila on her tongue. I snatched her from the stool and set her on top of the bar, slipping her shirt over her head and kissing her neck while undoing her bra. Her breath became heavy while I looked up at her. Her soft curls fell in her face with passion and lust dancing in her eyes.
She was so exquisite—a fucking masterpiece.
When she subtly bit her bottom lip, I knew she was ready. I yanked her leggings and panties off in one swift motion, then got down on my knees, placing her feet on my shoulders and pulling her hips toward me. I latched on to her bud and sucked as a soft whimper escaped her.
“Truce…” she called out, but I continued to feast on her.
Jela’s pussy was becoming my addiction. I could already see myself overdosing on her as Tank’s “Fuckin’ Wit Me” propelled me to bring Jela her first orgasm.
“Shit, baby!” she yelled, pushing her feet into my shoulders while lifting and rolling her hips.
She danced on my face, feeding me her deliciously seasoned pussy. I dragged my tongue from her pussy to her asshole, inserted my ring and middle finger inside of her while simultaneously rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“Ahhh, gahh!”
Her legs trembled, and I felt her pussy throb over my fingers. I lifted from the floor, and she attacked my mouth while ripping at my clothes. I helped her pull down my pants, and then slid inside of her warm, wet walls. I knew not using protection was reckless, but I didn’t care about being reckless with Jela. We had already gone too far; now I was going to go all the way.
“I fucking missed you, baby,” I told her.
“I missed you too.”
