Chapter 29 #3
Kas glared into her face, twisted in pure pleasure and intense love.
She moaned her gratification, hands planted on his chest. Repositioning herself, she wound her hips, needing him to completely satiate her.
It was like she couldn’t get enough. Like the time they’d spent apart had left her famished.
Now she needed nourishment, and she was greedy for the shit like it was a delicacy.
Like Kas had the only dick in the world capable of bringing her pleasure.
Damn if it wasn’t, because there’d never been anyone competent enough to take her body to the heights Kas managed.
She was so wet Kas could feel her essence dripping onto his thighs.
“Damn, I love the way you fuck me,” he groaned. “Pussy too muh’fuckin good, gotdamn.”
Kas’ dick was so long and thick she feared it would burst through her chest. So thick, it sent shivers throughout her body every time she slammed onto it.
“Unh, Kas, I’m cumming,” she squealed. Biting down on her lip to muffle the imminent cries from feeling her climax approaching.
“Unh uh, don’t hold back, don’t be quiet. Let me hear how that dick make you feel. Let everybody hear it.”
A seagull landed near them but quickly flew away, the sound of Yanna’s shrill cry of ecstasy scaring it away.
“My God.” She panted. Not in the least finished, but needing just a second to regain her bearing, she placed her hands on his torso and leaned forward. She jumped back when Kas winced, face twisted in pain. “What did I do?”
“Nothing, you good.”
Not believing him, Yanna leaned back, removing her hands to examine the area she’d pressed down on.
She didn’t know how she’d missed it before, but there was an angled scar starting near his sternum and ending at his torso.
The scar gave her pause because she’d seen it before.
It was identical to the one she’d cleaned and dressed for her mother.
Though she’d been extremely grateful, she hadn’t put too much thought into who the anonymous donor may have been.
Truthfully, she’d figured Onyx had somehow used his celebrity and paid someone to donate. She never would’ve thought…
“It was you? You were my mumma’s anonymous donor?
” Kas nodded his head in response. If he didn’t already have her heart, in that moment, Kas would’ve taken possession.
She may as well have tatted if lost, return to Kasra Zaman on her forehead because she was now endeared to him. “You did that for me?”
“Nyx told me what would happen if she didn’t get one. I knew what that would do to you, so I got tested and I was a match. Been trying to tell yo ass, anything necessary for you I’mma do it if I can. Body parts included.”
Emotion quickly filled Yanna’s eyes and spilled onto her cheeks.
She didn’t think it was possible to be loved so selflessly.
She’d hurt him, he was furious with her, and still he allowed himself to be poked and prodded.
Laid on an operating table and let doctors cut into his body and remove a piece of him.
All so she wouldn’t hurt. She didn’t even know if she was deserving of love like that.
“You do realize you’re never getting rid of me now, right? Like, I’ll give you 10 babies if you want.”
“12.” He smiled.
“Done.” She attempted to wipe her eyes, but the tears just replenished. “I’m so fucking in love with you, and I’ll never deny it again. Thank you so much. Thank you for giving her a second chance.”
“For the love of Yanna, I’d give her ass a kidney too.”
Yanna didn’t doubt he would. Lowering, she kissed him so intensely it stole the air from both their lungs.
His manhood pulsed inside of her, and she grinded, slowly rocking her hips.
All the professing of love Yanna was doing had him unsure if he’d last long.
He gripped her ass, bending his knees, pumping into her from below.
Kas sat up, and Yanna wrapped her arms around his neck, squealing when he tongue kissed her.
She didn’t know if dick was ever supposed to go so deep, but it felt so damn good, she didn’t care.
“Kas! Shit, boy, why do you fuck me like… this?”
Her screaming his name only motivated him to pump into her harder, more deliberately.
Clasping her hands together, she held on tight as her body quivered from the orgasm building.
She wanted to warn him of the impending tsunami about to hit his lap, but all she could muster up were groans, moans and whimpers.
“Use yo words, Jaiyanna,” he requested, aware she was near her peak.
“Ah! I’mma cum!”
“Do it then. Pretty ass, nut all on this dick.”
“Fuuuuck!” She screamed, body shaking as she orgasmed in waves, creaming all over his shaft.
“There you go, gotdamn, girl. Give me another one.”
“I--- I can’t,” she panted.
Kas wrapped an arm around her body, holding her in place. She was at his mercy, immobile as he pounded into her with slow, long strokes. Though she didn’t think it was possible, he was even deeper than before, causing her eyes to roll into her head.
“That won’t no request, Jaiyanna. Give. Me. Another. One.”
Yanna felt like her soul was lifting from her body. “Kassss, baby, shit, I—I—”
“Mmm, I know, I feel it.” He swallowed her residual screams, kissing her passionately as she came for the third time. “Fuck.” Came out in a whisper, following right behind her and releasing deep inside her tunnel.
As their movement stopped, she pressed her body into his, head resting on his shoulder. Consumed with emotion, he held her in his arms, lovingly stroking her back.
“I love you so much. You’re my best friend, my comfort zone, and I’m so sorry I rejected saying it for so long. My heart is yours, Kas. Please don’t make me regret giving it to you. Layla gone be short a son if you do because… I wouldn’t be able to take it.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. My whole soul is in yo possession, and a part of my liver is in yo mumma possession. We locked for life.”
“For sure,” Yanna replied, a thought coming to her. “Kas, I’mma kick your ass.”
“Damn, what I do already?”
“All this talk about being sure and not wanting to go in circles anymore, but you still let me fuck you knowing you got a lil’ girlfriend.”
“Yea, her name is Jaiyanna Latrice Priest.”
“First of all, you so happy you know my real last name. Second of all, you know damn well I’m talking about that wanna be singer.”
“Man, Zahra ain’t my girl, she never was. I was fucking with her on the rebound because she was available, but it was never gone be her. I saw right through her ass.”
“What you mean?”
“She only want me because she thought I was the key to her locking in a deal with Onyx. Then when he dropped her, she thought I could help her get her deal back. She thought she was using me, but I was only using her ass to get over you.”
“So y’all broke up?”
“Didn’t I tell yo’ ass she won’t my girl? We didn’t break up, but after I read yo letter, I went inside and told her I wasn’t fucking with her no more. Then I sent her ass home with a driver.”
“And you’re sure that’s what you want? Y’all seemed mighty cozy, and last night I literally heard her call you baby.”
“Okay, did you hear me respond to the shit?”
“I don’t know what you said on the other end of that phone.”
“Well, I didn’t. Like I said, I was only fucking with her on some rebound-type shit. She was fine, but she annoying as hell, and all that ass was a waste because she can’t fuck.”
“Okay, talking about you fucking her is a real easy way to piss me off, Kasra.”
“I’m just saying.”
“But if you say y’all done, I’m going to believe it because I trust you.”
“Good, I told you before… she’s not you.”
“No, she’s not.” Yanna agreed, laying her head onto Kas’ chest. “I love you, Kas.”
“Gotdamn.” Kas gaped. Her verbally professing her love still music to his ears. “I love you, too.”
“Perfect. Now can we please go back inside? I think I got sand in my coochie.”
Kas laughed, standing and brushing sand from her dress and body.
They slid on their shoes then he lifted her up, hoping that when they made it back inside, it wouldn’t be obvious what they’d been doing.
Then again, he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was that he had his girl back, and he’d be damned if ever he let her go again.