Chapter 13 #2
Kalil and Quan gathered their things, saying their goodbyes and assured they’d be back the next day.
Kas ushered them to the door, setting all the alarms and turning off the exterior lights in the process.
Venturing back through the house, he found Yanna perched atop the kitchen counter eating from a bowl of pineapples.
She had the folders Onyx gave her open and the papers spread around.
The pants she’d worn to the fair were thrown across a dining chair, because Yanna hated having on pants for too long.
“What you doing?”
“Looking through this stuff. I suspected Onyx was out of his mind back when he tried to coax my cousin into being his best kept secret. Going through this checklist pretty much confirms that he is.”
“It’s a lot?”
“Hell yea. Way too much to complete in the timeframe I have to get it done. Little does he know he’s about to raise my pay already.”
“Little do you know, he ain’t doing that shit. You can finish this tomorrow though. I’ll help you.”
“Why can’t I do it now?”
“Because,” Kas started, trailing kisses along Yanna’s shoulders. “I made that pussy a promise, and you know I’mma nigga that likes to keep my word.”
Yanna shrieked when Kas wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her to the edge of the counter.
He didn’t waste any time pulling her panties off, opting instead to move them to the side.
He knelt on one knee and stretched her legs as far as they’d allow.
His teeth captured his bottom lip at the sight of the waxed pussy he found to be almost as pretty as she was.
His manhood hardened in anticipation because feasting on Yanna was his favorite pastime.
Using his tongue, he separated her before flicking it over her clit to hear the hiss that emanated from her mouth.
Like she usually did, Yanna gripped Kas’ tresses and arched her back, lying flat so she could enjoy the oral healing.
She released a lurid scream at the exultant feeling of Kas’ tongue sliding inside of her.
Melodious moans permeated throughout the kitchen as he lapped at her core.
Kas was driving Yanna insane, and when he could tell she was at the brink of climaxing, he replaced his tongue with two fingers.
His tongue found residence at the center of her clit, flicking rapidly.
The two fingers he’d inserted slid over her erogenous place causing her body to shudder.
With each stroke of his tongue, the grip on his hair grew tighter.
Moments later, the shaking of her body intensified from her release, crooning weakly as Kas devoured the cream seeping from her center.
Using the grip she had on his head, Yanna pulled him to her.
Their tongues intertwined, intoxicating them both, soft moans escaping her throat as he removed his pants and pushed all her papers from the counter.
Using one hand to scoot her body to the center, he hopped onto the granite and hovered over her.
“Kasra, people eat up here, you know?”
“And I don’t give a fuck about none of that. Open ‘em up.”
He didn’t have to tell Yanna twice; she extended one leg at an angle while wrapping the other around his back.
The coolness of the countertop was a perfect contrast to the heat coursing through her body.
Dick in hand, Kas guided himself into Yanna’s expecting burrow.
A paired cry reverberated between them as Kas filled her completely.
“Gotdamn,” he emitted. Eyes locked on hers, he stroked her slowly at first, always needing a moment to acclimate himself to the tightness and warmth of her.
Even at a slow pace, Yanna whimpered from the feeling of him.
She released a deep breath, clasping her eyes shut.
He captured her chin in his hand and squeezed gently. “Open.”
Smiling, Yanna slowly peeled her eyes open.
His cognac brown orbs entranced her, making it damn near impossible to look away.
Hand still attached to her face, Kas messily kissed her, speeding up his movement.
The sweetest sounds of pleasure invaded Kas’ auricles as he sexed her expertly.
Kas wanted nothing more than to bring her to climax, but he had some things to get off his chest first.
“Yanna.”
“Yes?” She answered barely above a whisper.
“You know I don’t miss shit, right?”
“Huh? W-what are you talking---- ah shit!” Her question was interrupted by Kas pushing further into her.
“That DJ was calling yo phone when we were at the fair. Why?”
“Because… he’s my… my friend.”
“You don’t need no friends, that’s what you got me for. Like you don’t know that man wants to fuck you. Block that nigga.”
“But—”
“Ain’t no gotdamn buts, Jaiyanna. Block list. You hear me?”
“I hear you… I will, shit, I’m cumming!”
“Not until you do it.” Kas avowed, and Yanna whimpered in response. Slowing his strokes, Kas felt around until he found her phone. Using one hand, he punched in her code then placed it in her hand. “Block him.”
Yanna loved a good argument but dared not engage in one when Kas was holding her orgasm hostage. He could’ve been demanding she sign over every dime she owned, and she’d accommodate in that moment. Grabbing the phone, she quickly scrolled to Destin’s contact and blocked him.
“Happy?”
“For now.” He smiled, managing to make her weaker.
“Kas, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Make me cum.”
Speeding his pace back up, Kas swirled his hips, hitting her spot until she was screaming loud enough for people two counties over to hear.
Kas had her entire body gripped tightly, adding to the enraptured feeling coursing through her body.
It wasn’t long before he felt her creaming all over his shaft. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
“Let me get another one.” His hand venturing between her legs accompanied his request, thumb finding her clit and pressing there, circling in tandem with his hips.
Gripping the sides of his head, Yanna pulled his mouth to hers, tangling their tongues once more.
That was all it took for Kas to feel his release shooting from his toes to the tip of his manhood.
He held on just long enough for Yanna to climax once more, releasing inside of her.
Once they were finished, he helped her from the counter and upstairs to his bedroom.
They shared a shower and barely made it to the bed before they were both fast asleep.