Deceit

6 - Interruption

Harlem:

As soon as Yamaris gave me permission to slide in her guts once more, I knew I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. Everything about her was enticing from her attitude, to her curves, and even her aspirations. Sure, Krysta had her goals and was a chill girl, but Yamaris was on her grown woman shit. I guess that was big my fault for falling in love with a 19 year old.

In my 25 years of living, I never had a problem attracting women and loved every moment of it. While my good looks had gotten me caught up before, I took a more mature approach when it came to my relationship with Krysta. I dropped my entire operation for her and gave her my complete loyalty but you know how youngin's like jump to conclusions.

Being in my line of work meant you needed to be available nearly 24-hours a day. There was always somebody looking to get tatted and I was always looking to make cash. House calls, parties, and even bridal showers were my thing. It was a pretty good gig until Krysta assumed all my late nights were spent cheating.

She broke up with me and told me she couldn't handle it. Insecurity was such an ugly trait in my opinion, not to mention I told her straight up that my work could keep me busy. Even after breaking up with me, she made it her business to keep tabs on me and what I was doing all the way in Virginia. Shit was crazy, but I still had feelings for her no matter how upset her insecurities made me.

I never meant for things to go down the way they did with Yamaris the other night but I just couldn't help myself. There I was, tipsy and in my feelings over my ex with a fine piece of ass right in front of me. They always say the best way to get over one person was to get under another and Yamaris just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

All jokes aside, I was feigning to fuck again. Not only had it been a while but her sex was amazing. I could tell she was fertile by how hot her love was and more importantly, she was soft and wet. The female anatomy was so familiar to me that I always knew what stage a woman was in when we laid together. That's why it was so important for me to slide in again before her window was closed.

With my kisses practically leaving Yamaris like putty in my hands, I wasted no time sliding my hands down south to prepare her for me. I could tell she wasn't fully ready for me last time and I wanted to make sure this was all pleasure and no pain. Hopefully, she'd take the stick out of her ass and be a little nicer to me as well.

"Are you gonna keep teasing me or give me what I want?" Yamaris asked breathlessly and I grabbed the hanging ends from her braids tightly.

"Easy, ma. Why you in such a rush?" I asked before biting her ear and turning her to face me. Her eyes were low and impatient. She wanted-no, needed this just as much as I did.

"I-I'm not. I just-"

"Just what?" I swiftly picked her up and laid her curvy frame onto the sofa. She bit her lip as she looked up at me with her deep green eyes. "You're pretty impatient for somebody who acts like she doesn't want me." I stared directly into her eyes while planting kisses all along her thighs. Her body twitched with each gentle touch from my lips.

"I don't want you, I want it." Damn, I was just dick. At least for now.

"Now you getting slick. Beg for it." With a smirk over my face, I eased the thong down her rump and spread her legs as wide as they'd go. This would be as pleasingly painful as I could make it for her.

My tongue worked magic up and down her slit before I engulfed her clit her my mouth. I was no stranger to eating pussy and often enjoyed it more than fucking. Soon enough, she was grinding against my face before I could even put my fingers inside her ocean.