Cessation

Paxton

Isat at my desk looking at the text I had just received from Yani.

Whatever had her in good spirits, I was grateful for.

It had been years since I received nudes or any type of sexy pics from a woman.

I was flattered because Yani had informed me one too many times that I had her stepping outside her normal box.

Everything about that woman was captivating. It took little to no time to have me wrapped up in her web. I enjoyed every second we dedicated to each other, whether it was a normal phone conversation, Facetime, or in person, she was where I wanted to be.

Her request for me to head straight to her after work.

With a few hours left on the clock, I was excited to show up and bury my face between her thighs.

Yani had a distinctive taste that was very addicting.

I let her taste herself and she was hooked just like me.

Anytime I ate, she wanted the aftermath.

She said I brought out a different side of her ad I was enjoying what I unleashed.

I’ll be there right after. Do I need to bring anything?

Dick!

I got you beautiful.

I carried that smile on my face as my eyes lingered on her pictures. Yani was fuckin’ blessed and she allowed me to do whatever the fuck I pleased with her body. Who the fuck would give that opportunity up?

“Knock, knock ugly dude.”

I looked up to my baby sis showing up with a bottle of liquor in tow. She wanted to drink, and I was down for it. We could turn up in my office anytime and the office would join when they wanted. I didn’t run a strict company. As long as they got their work done, they could do whatever.

“What’s up, Pay? What you on?”

“I need to vent about a few things, and it couldn’t wait. Sorry to bother you at work with this.”

Nodding, I stood and let my feet lead me to where she was standing.

I brought her in for a hug and gave her some genuine love.

She was such a free spirit that it took a lot to get her down, so I was curious as to what threw her out of whack.

Usually, she had plans on Wednesdays to bar hop with her lil’ friends, but something was eating away at her.

Releasing each other, I shut the door and copped a squat on the sofa. She popped the top on the bottle of Hennesy and took a shot to the dome. She only got like this behind a person of interest.

“Who this about, Pay?”

“Me. Have you ever noticed how mama and daddy don’t really pay me any attention the way they do you?”

“Nah. I don’t pay them attention enough to notice a damn thing about what they got going on. Why you say that though?”

She took another shot then passed me the bottle.

“The other day I overheard mama talking to one of her nosy ass friends from the church about me. She all but called me a disappointment and said I had nothing going for myself. She said she wished I was like you and had more ambition. She also said if it was up to her, I wouldn’t have a dime of your money because all I do is use you.

You don’t think that’s what I’m doing do you? ”

Another mess I have to clean up. I have told my mother countless times to stop running her mouth about us to her circle.

They don’t like us and that’s due to what my mother has revealed over the years.

When we didn’t do what she asked of us, she thought we were the most disrespectful children alive. I hated how she thought at times.

“I spoil you, not the other way around. You don’t ask me for shit and when you do, it’s something that I don’t mind paying for. Plus, you do have something going for yourself and we both know that. Why haven’t you told her you got your degree in business and working on your own shoe brand yet?”

“Because of how she talks now. She doesn’t need to know our achievements just to switch up how she speaks about us. She’s a good mother until she opens her mouth to her friends. When we together, she acts like she cares but when she gets on that phone…”

She gestured for the bottle, and I gave it up to her after taking a swig.

She put it to her lips and gulped hard. I felt how she felt some years back.

I was in the streets getting my bread and she talked about me crazy as well, but then this money came in and she changed her tune.

I didn’t mind because me being in the streets was a choice I made, and I couldn’t fault how she viewed me.

The thing is, our mother raised us right, it was us that made the choices we did.

I chose the streets and Patience chose to lounge for a year and then go to school.

During that year of lounging, our mother thought she was throwing her life away.

She would fuss at her and Pay wouldn’t budge.

When we didn’t do what she asked, she thought she did something wrong and that brought on nonsense.

“I get it. I’ll talk to her and figure out what’s going on.”

“You know the only reason she wants you to stop spoiling me is because she wants control over what you do with your money. If you give her that she’ll feel like she can run you.”

“I already know that which is why I said what I said. I’m a grown ass man. She can’t run me, P.”

“Oh, and don’t get me started on daddy. He just does whatever she says like some damn lapdog.”

I laughed because Pops was at Henrietta’s every beck and call. When she stumbled, he was there to break her fall. He was a man that lived by that happy wife, happy life bullshit.

“He don’t like chaos, Pay, so he tries to keep her satisfied. Don’t fault him for not going against her. He ain’t never been that kind of man.”

“Stick up for your kids though dude. Hen ain’t never apologized for shit she says or even checked her about her mouth. I know he loves us, but damn nigga put yo’ wife in her place some damn time.”

She had a point. Pops ain’t never really stood up for us. He let our mother run the show as he just pretty much provided. Whatever Henrietta said, he stood beside her. He had no backbone when it came to her.

“I’ll handle it, Pay. Don’t let this fuck with you, a’ight? We know what’s going on so don’t sweat it.”

“Can we talk about something else? Talking about her gon’ piss me off.” I nodded and she took another shot.

“Who is ole girl you been kicking it with?”

“Her name is Yani Hart. We doing some business together.”

“Business expanded to the bedroom for pleasure, huh? She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, it did and ’preciate it.”

“Nigga you saying ’preciate it like she yo’ woman already. Y’all dating?”

“You can say that. We only been on a few dates but with each one we getting closer and closer. She asked me to drop by tonight, so I’ll be over there.”

“This is big. You haven’t really shown any interest in a woman since Thalia died. Are you ready for this?”

I was but then again, I wasn’t. Yani was a different breed, and I didn’t know how to approach her at times. She made me nervous, but I witnessed me doing the same for her. She was a sweet person and I felt like I could handle that.

Her heartbreak wasn’t as fresh as it was when I met her, and she was opening up to me about it from time to time.

I learned a lot about her past relationship which made me want to show her the difference in dealing with me.

I wasn’t her last and he damn sure couldn’t amount to the type of man I was.

“I’m taking it a day at a time. She’s a good woman so I’m not trying to scare her away with my possessiveness yet,” I jested.

“I want to pick her brain so host a dinner party or something. Plus, from what I saw, she already got a relationship with mama, so it seems like you met your wife. Thalia was the fiancé and that was cool and all, but I think she only had that because of Tiana. I’m not judging though.”

She called it how she saw it and she wasn’t lying. I did propose to Thalia because of how long we had been together and the child we had. She was my comfortability. It was aged love that we held for each other. We had been together since middle school and stuck with it.

Several times I was told by friends and family that they thought Thalia and I weren’t going to make it for too much longer. When we were good, we were great, but when were bad…

“Hold your tongue Pay. She was still apart of this family. Y’all fought but she loved you.”

“We tolerated each other Pax. There’s a difference. This new one though, she has you smiling more than ever these days. I want to see what kind of vibe she has.”

“I can arrange something. Are you going to put this on your story cause even though I’m cool with being all over yo’ social media, she might not be.”

“I might do a few videos. Just check with her to see if she okay with it. I promise it won’t be nothing crazy or anything.”

“I got you. Have I made you feel any better or we still need to finish the bottle and have the car come pick us up?”

“I’m good. I won’t get you fucked up since you said you’re easing over to her crib later. I’ll let Yani handle that. I do appreciate you for listening.”

“You know I will always have your back lil one.” We stood and engaged in another hug. “I love you Pay.”

“I love you too bro. I guess I’ll see you whenever you make it home.”

“Indeed sis.”

&

This was my first time at Yani’s crib, and I had to say, from the outside appearance, I was impressed. While I lived in a mansion twice this size, hers fit her. She never gave off the materialistic vibes, so I expected nothing more.

I rung her bell and waited for her to greet and invite me in. When I seen her approaching through her glass door, she looked stunning in the red lingerie set she sported.

Opening the door, I got a whiff of her scent and was ready to take her down right then and there.

“It took you long enough. I missed you baby.”

I swear when she told me that I felt like she really meant it. Even down to the way she looked at me when she saw me, I felt like she really fucked with your boy.

A smile appeared on my face, and it felt good to be missed, hell, to be wanted.

“Can I come in or you gon’ leave me out here in the cold?”

She gripped my t-shirt and pulled me inside.

“Boy come inside and then in me.” Her lips were on mine before I could respond.

Girl don’t tell me that. I’ll shoot your shit all the way the fuck up.

I stumbled inside with her in my arms. Her body was melting like butter in my embrace. I couldn’t help but think about having more of her in my future. Her flesh was so soft and creamy that I was rising from having her so close.

She could’ve shown me around so a nigga could know where he was going but I had no problem finding my own way. I noticed a set of stairs and proceeded in that direction taking one step at a time.

The kiss we shared was so passionate and I knew then that the shit we were doing was more than some damn fling. Yani and I were moving fast onto relationship grounds. Everything we did said she was mine in every sense of the word.

“Which room beautiful?”

“First one on the right, and hurry baby. I’m leaking,” she said in between pecks.

I followed her directions and entered her bedroom. While he kissed on my neck, I took a quick glance around. It was a nice lil set up.

Laying her down on the bed, she opened her legs and gave me a perfect view of her box. The lingerie she wore had the crotch cut out and the leakage she spoke of was visible. Her juices were leaving a trail from the tunnel I would soon be entering.

I undressed and stroked my dick as she lay back and eyed me like she was ready to swallow a nigga. When she sat up and allowed her feet to dangle off the bed, that let me know she was ready to service me. This was the first time she ever took the initiative to please me in such a way.

As I stood in front of her, she took over stroking my manhood and slowly opened her mouth so I could fit.

As my shaft slid on her wet and warm tongue, a chill was sent throughout my body.

I received head from plenty of women but receiving it from the person I was with more than sexually, felt so much better.

She wrapped her lips around me and began to do a job I wasn’t sure she was qualified for. I was a well-endowed nigga, and most women could only handle the tip. I was curious to see how she dealt with me.

My dick slid against her tongue repeatedly and with each drawback, the excess saliva eased out of the corners of her mouth proceeding to drip down her chin. It was a sight to see.

The placement of my hand was behind her head guiding her with each motion.

Silent tears began to fall as she picked up the pace and I could feel my shit boxing her tonsils.

I didn’t want to be aggressive but damn.

The way she was taking it was bringing a nigga to climax early and looking into her eyes as she housed my dick between her lips, was a Polaroid image.

This moment would run through my mind on a constant loop.

The second her lips touched my balls an electric current shot through me.

She juggles balls too… nigga! She maneuvered between my dick and my sack, not missing a beat with jacking my shit, so releasing was the only thing I had sight’s on doing.

When I was placed back in her mouth, I gave her what she was looking for.

A nigga was head over heels when she swallowed every single drop of me.

“Yani…”

“I asked you to cum in me, and in a way, you did. You think you can do it again?”

“With ease baby.”