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33: Tiesha And The New People

Benjamin 👆

It was a bright, early Saturday morning when Ky’Mon’s low voice broke through the comfortable haze of sleep. “Lil mama, wake up.”

Tiesha stirred, her cheek pressed against his chest, his shirt still warm from his body.

She had slept curled on top of him, and now his large hand was sliding over the curve of her backside in slow, deliberate rubs.

She could feel the hard press of his morning erection against her thigh, and part of her didn’t want to move.

“Five more minutes,” she groaned, burrowing closer. The lazy, indulgent strokes he gave her ass made it impossible to get up.

“Nah,” he drawled, voice heavy with the sleep still clinging to it, “you gotta start cooking.”

He palmed her ass and gave it a soft squeeze.

“Two more minutes,” she murmured, almost pouting.

“Don’t make me fuck you, Tiesha. I’m fuckin’ horny this morning.”

She made a small, childish groan and finally cracked her eyes open. Sitting up on his thigh, she covered her yawn with one hand.

Ky’Mon shifted up with her, trying to catch her lips in a kiss, but she turned her head away.

“Stoop, my breath stinks,” she whined.

“Okay,” he said, unfazed, and instead pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, making her giggle.

Tiesha looped her arms lazily around his neck and dropped a soft kiss onto his forehead. “Morning.”

“Your tits are in my face,” he said without looking away from her.

“No, they are not,” she countered, tugging the loose shirt she wore upward.

“Now, they are.”

He tilted his head to the side, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. She had gotten another strand of waist beads recently, and now his free hand was busy toying with them.

When she slapped his hand away, he bit her nipple just hard enough to make her yelp.

“Ky’Mon!”

He chuckled, and she smacked the back of his head before sliding off him and heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Soon enough, she was downstairs in the kitchen, pulling ingredients for breakfast.

Ky’Mon wandered in after her. “Can I help?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” she said, moving around with practiced ease.

“My sisters will love you,” he commented.

“I hope so.”

After finishing the meal, Tiesha set the table and went upstairs to get dressed.

About thirty minutes later, Ky’Mon’s voice carried up the stairs. “They’ll be here soon and hurry up, Tiesha! It’s just fuckin’ lunch.”

“Wifey gotta look good for the family,” she called back.

“But wifey ain’t supposed to be late the first time!”

“I’m almost done—just give me five minutes!”

It was twenty minutes later when Ky’Mon’s voice floated from the living room, half-frustrated and on the edge of coming to drag her out. “I swear to God, MoTiesha, I’ma carry you out right now if you don’t—”