Landscaper (Megyonće)

Chapter Four

I woke up to the regular buzzing sound I hear on some mornings. Megan was here, working, of course. Even though I am glad she came to work, why would she show up here after she did that? She thought she would still have a job.

She still does, but she can't think she can run me.

I actually put on clothes this time because I refuse to allow her to see me so vulnerable again. After making my morning coffee and hyping myself up, I went to the back porch and called for Megan.

"Megan!" she looked up at me with the call of her name. Why does she have to be so goddam sexy? It's hypnotizing.

I gave her that "come here" finger that black moms give with they're mad. Megan walked towards me, following me to the kitchen.

"I remember the last time we were both in this kitchen," Megan started with a smirk on her face. I honestly can't believe her right now. Her cocky personality and that smart mouth just pisses me off.

"Sit down Megan"

Megan sat immediately.

"I have a problem with you," I said making my way towards Megan. She's so beautiful, if maybe she was such an asshole, we would make such amazing love together.

"And what may that be, Beyoncé?" She asked with that same fucking smirk on her lips. Don't worry. It won't be there for long.

"Don't speak," I started, "last time you were here, I'm sure you remember, you did something to me that I did not enjoy."

"From what I recall, you enjoyed it a lot"

"Megan. I said don't speak, and yet here you are, speaking." Megan finally quiets herself to allow me to say what I want. "Last time you were here, you fucked me and then left me without so much as a word," I said, "It was unprofessional and just in humane."

"In humane is a stretch to be honest," Megan rebuttals. "You're speaking baby." Megan silences herself once again. "As I was saying, I think it's time you learn a lesson," I said reaching for her pants buckle.

"What the fuck are you do-?" I shut her up with an aggressive kiss while still unbuckling her belt and then pulling down her cargos. "Megan, you keep fucking talking when I been told yo ass to shut the fuck up. Shut up or i'll make this a lot harder for you," I gritted at her. She was really pissing me off. If just did as she was told we wouldn't be in this position. She better keep that same energy.

I pull her boxers down to find Megan's long ass dick. I knew her shit was big, but damn. Nevertheless, I keep my composure.

"Megan, I'm not some hoe that you can just treat any type of way. I ain't never going for that shit," I said as I started stroking her. She let out a grasp which turn into moan. Her moans sound so pretty. I need to hear more.

She started to get hard in my hand. "It seems like you are enjoying yourself. Aren't  you Megan?" I ask her. She responds with a hum.  "Baby, it really hurt my feelings when you left me like that." I calmed my voice down, sounding empathetic, but started stroking her up and down even faster and harder.

"Did you know that you hurt me baby?" I questioned.

"Yes," Megan replied, keeping her responses short to keep in her moans which she eventually failed at.

"Apologize to me"

"No."

"No?"

"No"

"Megan, you just made this a lot harder for yourself," I got on my knees and took her into my mouth. She immediately moaned loudly.

"Beyoncé"

I sucked her off, taking her all the way down my throat before pulling her back out. Big dick don't baffle Beyoncé. I thought. I stared into her eyes, keeping eye contact the whole time. I could see every reaction. Every groan, every eye roll, every silent moan. Her hands didn't even have to push my head further down cause I was already all the way down. I did that multiple times before I felt her swell in my mouth.

"I'm about to- Beyoncé"

I pulled off her.

"Beyoncé! What the fuck? At least I let you get your nut."

"You would've got your nut too if you apologized, but your ass is too fucking stubborn to do so."

"You weird as fuck for that."

"Get out and handle your blue balls by yourself"

"Fine tf"

And with that, Megan got up, pulling her pants up. Her print bulging through. She left the house, slamming my door again.

She gon stop slamming my goddam door

End of Chapter 4:

Sorry y'all. I lied. I was in Europe and totally forgot about y'all, but Imma make it up to y'all.

What did y'all think about this? I actually have no idea where to go with this.

Gimme some recommendations.