Chapter 15 Amethyst #3
“Tell me when you’re ready,” I said into her ear.
Lowkey, I was happy as fuck she was taking a second because if she didn’t, I would’ve nutted two strokes in.
Yale’s pussy was hot, tight, and felt perfect as fuck.
I ran my hands up and down her back to keep our connection strong and waited.
It felt like an eternity, but she finally started to move. “That’s it, baby.”
Yale rested her head on my shoulder and planted her feet securely on the bench, then looked up at me.
Her eyes were low as fuck, but she was so damn pretty.
She wrapped her hand around my throat like I’d done to her earlier and traced my bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth.
I palmed her titties, pinched at her nipples, and rolled them between my fingers.
“Am?” she moaned, and I looked up to see her still watching me. “If I’m going to do this, I don’t want you to be gentle.” She panted. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
“Get up,” I roughly said, stilling her movements.
Yale lifted her brow and opened her mouth to say something, but I shook my head.
“Stop doing all that fucking talking and get the fuck up.” Her eyes filled with tears as she nodded and did what I said.
She tried to walk out of the sauna, and I grabbed her wrist. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? ”
“You said get up,” she answered.
I stood, towering over her, and smirked.
“I said get up, not get out,” I said, shaking my head.
I stepped out of my shoes, pushed my pants and boxers down, and stepped out of them.
Then, I took off my shirt. “Bend over and grab that bench.” I nodded at the bench behind her.
Yale looked over her shoulder, then back at me, and lifted her brow.
“Do we have a problem?” I stepped into her space and wrapped my hand around her throat.
“No, sir,” Yale replied in a sexy tone. The way she went from sad to confident in her sex appeal had my fucking head swimming. My dick twitched between our bodies, and she smirked. She stepped back and lifted her foot to remove her shoes.
“Nah, leave them on.” I grabbed her wrist to stop her, then licked my lips.
“You look sexy as fuck.” She gave me a singular nod, then turned around, grabbed hold of the bench, and looked over her shoulder at me.
In all the years of knowing and wanting Yale, I never imagined I would see her like this.
She was boldly sexy yet submissive as fuck.
I grabbed my dick and stroked it as I watched her watch me.
“We got a problem.” I stepped behind her, lined my dick up to her opening, which was still hot and wet as fuck.
“What’s the problem?” she asked as I slowly pushed into her.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back, and bent forward so that my mouth was next to her ear.
“I can’t fuck you like I hate you because I’ve loved you for too long.
” I bit into the side of her neck and then sucked on the flesh.
“But I can fuck you like I love you, and that shit is going to be so much better.” I let her head go, then pulled back and slammed into her.
Yale’s knees started to buckle, and I grabbed onto her waist to keep her in position.
“I waited years on top of fucking years to have you like this.” I laughed humorlessly and shook my head.
“And you talking about fuck you like I hate you?” I smacked her ass then rubbed the sting away.
“The fuck kind of nigga do you think I am, huh?” When she didn’t answer me, I reached around her and tapped at her clit.
“I asked you a fuckin’ question, Yale. Answer me! ”
“I don’t know!” she moaned and dropped her head. She was doing a good job of fucking me back, but I wanted more. I wanted it all. The moans, whimpers, and cries of passion. I wanted the sounds of her pleasure to echo through my fucking house, even when we were done and it was a new day.
“Nah, that’s a fucking lie,” I taunted her as I moved faster. “You knew exactly what kind of nigga I was from jump, which is why you kept me around.” I stopped tapping at her clit and grabbed her hair to make her look at me. “Tell me the kind of nigga you thought I was.”
“I don’t know!”
“You are fuckin’ lying right now, and I don’t like that shit,” I said, shaking my head. I used my free hand to push her shoulders down and give me better access to her pussy. “If you want to lie, then cool, I’ll fuck you til you tell me the damn truth.”
“Am-”
“Nah, move your fucking hand,” I said, letting her hair go to grab her arms and pin them behind her back. “You got me fucked up.”
“Fuck!” she moaned and shook her head. I could feel her pussy starting to spasm, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t letting up until she answered my question. “Am-Am-Am.”
“Stutter your ass into another lie, Yale, I don’t give a fuck,” I said, keeping pace.
Her first orgasm hit her, but I fucked her through it.
“All this could be over if you just told the truth. What kind of nigga did you think I was? One that was going to play about you?” I shook my head.
“Nah, that couldn’t be it because I ain’t ever played about you.
From fucking day one, I let that shit be known. ”
“I know,” she whined, and I chuckled. “I know.”
“Then answer my question!” I demanded as I fucked her harder. Her pussy was so wet that her juices splashed against my stomach. “What kind of nigga do you think I am?”
“You’re… oh shit, I’m about to cum again,” she moaned, and I nodded. I was tapping her G-spot every time I pushed into her. She bucked against my hold, but I wasn’t letting her go. “Fuck, Am!”
“Answer my question, and I’ll end this shit,” I taunted even though I was lying.
I would end this round, but this wouldn’t be the last time we did this.
We had a fucking lifetime to go. “What kind of nigga did you think I was?” She shook her head, and all I could do was laugh.
This shit was about to be handled right fucking now.
I let her wrist go, and she tried to grab the bench, but I pulled her back and out of her pussy.
Yale stood, and I walked around her to pick her up.
My dick was jumping to get back inside of her, so I adjusted her in my arms and pushed into her.
“Oh shit,” she moaned and rested her head against my shoulder.
“Let me tell you the type of nigga I am,” I said as I fucked her as I stood in the middle of the sauna.
“I’m the nigga that you should’ve never let have this access to you.
” My lips brushed the shell of her ear. Yale’s nails dug into my shoulders, and she whimpered.
“I’m the nigga that’s going to war over you. ” I chuckled as I slowed my strokes.