Chapter 17 Amethyst #3
“Order something while I shower,” I said as I stood. I walked around the couch, picked up my phone, and handed it to her. “I don’t care what you order.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding.
I left the living room only to stop halfway up the stairs and go back to the living room. “Sunshine?” I called out as I approached her.
“Hmm?” she replied without lifting her head.
I sat back on the table and took my phone from her hand. “From here on out, the way we greeted each other in the past ain’t acceptable,” I said, shaking my head.
“What do you mean?” she questioned with a smirk. “What was wrong with how we greeted each other in the past?”
“You ain’t kiss me,” I said, shaking my head. I leaned forward, crowding her space, and Yale sat back, laughing. “From here on out, your lips are to touch mine every time one of us enters a room.”
“Every time?” She lifted her brow in surprise, and I nodded. “What if I walk in the kitchen, then come back? Or if you go to the bathroom and you come back?”
“Kiss,” I answered. “No matter the reason. If we enter a room and the other person is there, we greet each other properly.”
“That sounds clingy,” she said, shaking her head. “Are you clingy, Amethyst?”
“When it comes to you, yes,” I said as I nuzzled her neck. “So you might as well get used to it.”
“What if people are around?”
“I don’t give a damn,” I chuckled. “Do you?”
“Honestly, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I like the thought of you being clingy.”
“Good,” I said as I lifted my head. “So, greet me properly, otherwise you’re going to be punished.”
“Nope,” she said, then smiled. It was my turn for my brows to go up in surprise. “You said the person who enters the room is supposed to greet the other. You entered the room twice, so that means you’re supposed to kiss me.”
I nodded, then licked my lips. She was right, and all I could do was smile at her. “You’re right,” I said.
“I know,” she nodded. “Now kiss me, and your punishment won’t be too severe.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckled, then did as she requested.
Each time I kissed Yale, it became more addictive. The feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth, it was a craving that I don’t think I’d ever get over, and honestly, I didn’t want to.
Her hands went to the waist of my pants, and I pulled back.
“As much as I want to be deep in you right now, I need to shower first,” I said.
Yale nodded and bit into her bottom lip.
“Stop looking at me like that.” I stood to my full height and shook my head.
My dick was hard as fuck and pressing against my shorts.
Yale boldly eyed my shit and licked her lips. “Sunshine?”
“Yes?” When she looked up at me, her eyes were heavy with lust. I’d always been weak when it came to Yale, but now a nigga was putty. She used her index finger to trace the outline of my dick gently.
“I am just flesh, baby.” My voice was heavy, and at the sound of it, her eyes started to shine brighter. “You gotta stop that.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she asked, then licked her lips. “What if I want to greet him?” She squeezed my dick through my shorts, and I felt like my legs were starting to give out just a little. I chuckled and wiped my hand over my mouth. “You said kiss each time we come into a room.”
“I did,” I nodded. She stood and reached into my shorts. When her hand wrapped around my dick, I knew it was a wrap. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do to me.
“Then let me greet you how I want to,” she replied, looking me in the eyes.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, nodding. I put my hands in the air and smiled down at her. “Do what you please.”
Yale pushed my shorts and boxer briefs down to my ankles and got on her knees.
“I’ve always had this fantasy,” she said before wrapping her lips around my dick.
The way she inhaled my shit had me seeing stars, and I was ready to meet the lord.
She hollowed her cheeks out and slowly bobbed on my dick.
I wasn’t a nigga that demanded head because I knew a lot of women couldn’t really suck dick.
They thought they could because other niggas hyped them up, but honestly, they were terrible.
Sucking dick was a fucking art form. It took practice and dedication.
A lot of times, women thought that because the dick was in their mouth, and they moved it, they were doing something, and they weren’t.
They had to enjoy that shit, and if they understood the power they had because they were good at it, then the sky was the limit.
“Fuck,” I groaned when Yale started to gag.
Her ass was one of those women who knew their power.
I looked down at her when she pulled my dick from her mouth, lifted it, and traced the underside with her tongue.
Not once did she take her eyes off mine.
I grabbed her ponytail and used my other hand to cup her chin. “You look so fucking pretty.”
“Thank you,” she said, then started sucking on my balls.
My shit started tingling, and I knew I was about to cum.
I didn’t even give a fuck that I was going to nut quick because Yale knew what the fuck she was doing.
She put my dick back in her mouth, put her hands behind her back, and sucked my dick.
My toes dug into the floor, and I bit into my bottom lip.
She was my equal on every level, mentally, emotionally, and sexually.
“Sunshine,” I groaned, then shook my head.
“I’ma kill your husband, marry you, put my babies in you, and make up for all the time that was stolen from us, okay?
” I licked my lips and smiled down at her.
Yale nodded, then started sucking my dick harder and faster. My balls tightened, and the muscles in my legs and stomach started to flex. I came harder than I expected, but that didn’t stop Yale. She swallowed my nut then pulled my dick from her mouth, kissed the head, and stood.
“Okay,” she said, nodding. She got on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me to her.
“And I won’t be sorry about it either.”